Urbanluver would like you all to know that the reason it may seem a little rushed is because these were originally short chapters on the wb fan fiction board, and we combined 3 chapter into one to make the transfer process a little faster! Sorry for the inconvenience, from now on there will be a large gap in between the used to be small chapter. Once again thank you all for reading and the great reviews. Enjoy the rest of the story!

"Ruthie! Mom's here, with Lucy! You ready, babe?"
Ruthie slipped on a pair of her old maternity jeans, and a shirt over her ever-so-slightly bulging belly, and headed out of her bedroom.
"Yeah, I'm comin'!"
Ruthie walked into the living room, where Martin was standing. She walked up to him and planned on just giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. However, Martin wanted more. He put his arm around her back, pulling her closer, all the while looking in her eyes. He brought his mouth to hers, and passionately kissed her.
"Bye, baby. I love you. Are you sure you're gonna be okay with the kids?"
"Ruthie," Martin said with a laugh. "I'm their father. I think I'll be okay. Love you, too. Now go! Get a beautiful wedding dress. One that'll make me faint at the altar, and make a fool of myself, more so than I will when I screw up my vows or say the wrong name."
"Martin, you really need to stop watching my Friends DVDs."
Martin laughed, and kissed Ruthie again. "I love you so much, babe."
Martin bent down until he was level with her stomach. "I love you, too, baby."
Ruthie smiled, kissing Martin on the nose, telling him goodbye one more time, and ran into the garage, getting into the car, driving off with her mother and Lucy, of course.

"Oh my gosh, Ruthie! You look beautiful!"
Ruthie smiled as she walked out, wearing a white satin dress.
The dress was floor-length, with a slight train behind it. She was wearing white satin slippers with it, that almost looked like ballet slippers. The dress fitted her stomach perfectly, making it slimmer, yet still pregnant-looking. Ruthie had asked that her dress show that off, as she saw no harm in showing the world that she and her husband were having more children.
Just above her breasts, the dress went to a see-through mesh material, with diamonds every few inches apart, that caught just enough light to show off her perfectly tanned skin. The back was cut low, right where her ribs were on her front. The dress had one-inch straps over her shoulders, because Ruthie still had swimming suit lines on her shoulders from the summer.
"Ruthie, that's it. That's the one."
"I know. It's gorgeous." Ruthie walked over to the mirror to admire herself, just imagining Martin's look when she walked down the aisle in what was now less than a month.
"I absolutely love it. It's comfortable, it fits perfectly, I just love it! Mom, please, let's hurry and buy it before someone else rips it off me."
Annie laughed, and helped Ruthie off the platform, and they went to pay for her dress.

"Martin! Where are you? I'm home!" Ruthie threw her keys down on the kitchen counter, as her children came to greet her, running out of their room.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"
Ruthie almost fell over as her children took their usual welcome-home-let's-give-you-a-hug place. Abby on the left leg, Keith on the right. Ruthie laughed, and walked as best she could into the kids' room.
"Hey, sweetie. Were they good?"
Martin stood up, from where he'd been cleaning up numerous toys. "Yep, told you I could handle them."
Martin leaned in and kissed Ruthie, as Keith and Abby covered their eyes with their hands, yelling, "Ew!"
Martin and Ruthie pulled away, laughing.
"Hey babe, do you have your bridesmaids picked out?"
"Yeah, Lucy is my Maid of Honor, and Mary and Alyssa (remember Ruthie's friend?) are my bridesmaids. Why? You haven't picked out your groomsmen, have you?"
"Ruthie, I have an idea of who I want. I just haven't..."
"Martin! We're getting married in less than a month! Who?"
"I want Matt to be my best man, and Simon, Sam, and David to be my groomsmen. How's that?"
"Well, have you asked them?"
"Uh...no.."
"Martin Brewer! Ask them so that our wedding party is ready. By the way, Simon's walking me down the aisle, since Dad's doing our wedding."
Martin smiled. "Alright, babe. Keith is the ringbearer, and Abby's the flowergirl. Now, have we got it all figured out?"
"Yep. Now, let's call them!"
Ruthie grabbed Martin by the wrist, and handed him the phone, so that he could call Matt and Simon. They both agreed to do it, and Martin, Ruthie, Keith, and Abby went to the big house to ask Eric and Annie about Sam and David. Whew, that's a lot of names.

"We're getting married tomorrow. Can you believe it? Three years ago, we weren't even together. I never would've thought that I ever would've loved you this much," Martin whispered.
Ruthie and Martin had taken the day to spend time with each other, as it would be their last day as an engaged couple. Martin had taken her to the spot where he'd proposed to her. They were lying on a blanket, with their fingers laced together, looking up into the stars, (it's at night) and talking to each other about their impending wedding.
"I know. A year and a half ago, one night brought us together for the rest of our lives. Seems like yesterday," Ruthie said.
"Well, I think something would've happened between us, regardless if we didn't do it that one night."
"Really? You think?" Ruthie asked, mocking him.
"Well...not often," Martin said, looking at her.
Ruthie laughed, but was quieted as she saw how Martin was looking at her.
"Martin? What? Something in my teeth?" Ruthie began to search through her purse for a mirror, but Martin pulled her back.
"I love you..." Martin said before kissing her. He brought her close, closing his eyes and kissing her with all the love, passion, lust, and want that he felt for her. Ruthie kissed him back, but stopped when he tried to roll on top of her.
"Babe! You can't get on top, I'm pregnant!"
Martin laughed. "Forgot about that. Okay, let's try again."
He pulled her towards him, smashing his lips against hers. "I...love...you..." Ruthie said, in between the kisses Martin was placing all over her body.
Martin pulled her into a sitting position, as he continued to heavily kiss her. He laced his legs in hers, and grabbed for her shirt. Ruthie did the same, grabbing for his shirt, and as Ruthie's was taken off, Martin stopped, looking at her stomach.
"You look even hotter when you're pregnant," Martin said, trying to catch
a breath.
Ruthie laughed. "You mean I should just be pregnant all the time? If you and I keep doing this stuff, believe me, that won't be a problem."
Martin laughed, and pulled her back to him. "Ruthie! We need to go!" Annie yelled.
I'm getting married today. Mr. and Mrs. Martin Brewer. I'm getting married...
Ruthie finished dressing, and ran into the garage. She got into the car, and Annie, Mary, Lucy, Ruthie, and Abby headed off to get their hair and makeup done. For today was the day, that the last Camden daughter was getting married.

The women arrived at the hotel, where they were getting their hair and makeup done.
"Hi. We have hair and makeup reservations under the name Annie Camden," Annie explained to the receptionist.
"Okay, now what's this for?"
"My youngest daughter is getting married today," Annie gushed.
"Congratulations! Which one of you ladies is it?"
Ruthie raised her hand, as she picked Abby up. The receptionist eyed her, and Ruthie gave an explanation, which was almost memorized from giving it so many times in the past.
"This is Abby, my daughter. She's my fiance's daughter, and no, we're not getting married just because of that. We're in love. Abby is a twin, and her twin brother is named Keith. I had them when I was sixteen. I am again pregnant, with my fiance's child."
The receptionist almost looked guilty for eyeing Ruthie the way she did. Ruthie noticed this, and spoke some more.
"I didn't mean to offend you. I've just given that speech so many times that I know it like the back of my hand."
The receptionist smiled. "Well, congratulations. How many months along are you?"
"I'm five months with this one."
"Congratulations! Girl or boy?"
"We're not going to find out. We found out with the twins, and just thought it'd be cool if we didn't find out with this one. We want it to be a surprise."
"Camden?"
The Camden women stood up, as Ruthie said goodbye to the receptionist, and walked to the salon to become as gorgeous as they could for Ruthie's special day. EARLIER THAT MORNING
"Martin, I've gotta go. Mom's waiting. I love you."
Ruthie kissed a half-asleep Martin on the cheek, and headed out the door.
As soon as Martin heard the door shut, he jumped out of bed, looking out the window, watching as the car drove away.
When the car had turned the corner, Martin ran over to the main house.
"Kevin! Are you here?"
Kevin ran down the stairs, after hearing Martin yell at him.
"Hey, man! How do ya feel? You're getting married today."
Martin grinned, "I feel great! I'm marrying the woman of my dreams today! How could I not feel great? Look, I wanted to ask you about helping me do something for Ruthie..."

"How do you want your hair done?"
"I want it left down, and Martin likes it curly, so I want it curly. I just want it to look natural, and gorgeous."
"Well, believe me, hon, for your wedding day, we won't let you look anything less than that."
Ruthie and her hairstylist carried on conversations for a while, as the rest of the women had their hair done as well. Ruthie stole glances at Abby every once in a while, who was sitting in her chair. It amazed Ruthie how much Abby looked like she did at that age. The twins were a year and a half old now, and walking and talking up a storm. Abby had the same hair that Ruthie did, brown and curly. Abby's was being left down as well, and would wear a diamond pin to hold it back from her eyes during the wedding.
"Okay, what do you think, hon?"
Ruthie looked in the mirror, and was amazed at how good her hair looked. It still had her natural curl, with more flare and class than normal. Julia (her hairstylist) had tucked a peach rose behind her left ear, and it was just the right shade of peach to compliment her eyes, hair, and skin.
"It's amazing! I love it! Thank you so much!"
Julia smiled, and pointed Ruthie to where she could go to get her makeup and nails done.
"Mom, can you watch Abby?"
"Sure, honey. I'll bring her to you when we're done."
"Thanks. I'll be right back, Abby."
"Okay, Mommy. I love you."
"Love you, too, Ab." "Wow, you really wanna do that?"
"Yeah, I know she'd love it. I just need you to help me set it up."
"Okay, I'd love to help! I must ask...why'd you pick me to help you?"
"Because Dad's picking up the guys at the airport, and you're the only one home that can keep a secret."
Kevin laughed, as Savannah toddled downstairs.
(Savannah didn't go with the other women because she's not in the wedding party. I know it sounds mean, but I didn't even think about her when I was writing out the wedding party.)
"Daddy, where's my dress? Mommy said it was in your room, but I can't find it."
Kevin excused himself from Martin, and went up to help Savannah find her dress. The Camden women had their hair, makeup, and nails done, and headed to the hotel, where the wedding was taking place, to get ready for the wedding. The men of the family were also heading to the hotel, so, there were about fifty cars, of the same family, heading to the same hotel.

"Kevin! Where's my tie?"
Martin was freaking out, because he couldn't find his tie. Martin was getting nervous. Not because he didn't want to marry Ruthie, but because he wanted everything to go off right, and he prayed that Ruthie would like the surprise that Martin had gotten for her.
"Martin, settle down. You're wearing it," Kevin said, with a snicker.
Martin looked down, and realized that he was, in fact, wearing it. Martin let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Kevin, who was laughing so hard, that he'd become red.
"What? Kevin, it's not that funny. You had to have been crazy on your wedding day."
Kevin immediately stopped laughing. "Shut up," he meekly said, causing Martin to laugh. All the women were talking, helping each other with the backs of their dresses and such. Ruthie was being helped by Lucy, who, besides Annie, was the only person that had seen Ruthie's dress.
Ruthie walked in, and the room seemed to have been immediately muted. Everyone gasped, as they saw how beautiful Ruthie looked.
Ruthie walked out, wearing her dress and veil, holding a bouquet of peach roses, which perfectly matched the rose in her hair. The diamonds in her dress brought out the suttle highlights that she had been given earlier that day.
"Ruthie, you look amazing! Even with a pregnant belly!" Mary said.
Ruthie laughed. "Thanks, I guess."
The women came over to adore her dress and compliment her, as Ruthie prayed that the wedding would go smoothly. "Guys, Dad says they're ready downstairs! We need to go!" Matt yelled through the room.
The men, which included groomsmen, sons, grandfathers, and Martin, obviously, quickly finished tying ties and snapping suit buttons.
"Martin," Simon said, causing Martin to turn around. "I just wanted to say...that I'm really glad you're marrying my sister. I can't imagine anyone better. You marrying her has motivated me to propose to Cecilia. I'm gonna ask her to marry me," Simon said with a grin.
"Simon! That's great! When will you ask her?"
"I don't know. I just know that I want to do it soon."
Martin noticed that they were the only ones left in the room, and looked back at Simon. "We'd better go. I'm getting married today," Martin said, with a goofy smile.
Simon laughed, smacking Martin on the back, and shut the door behind him, as they made their way to the wedding. The wedding was taking place in a garden outside of the hotel, and the reception would be taking place in the grand ballroom of the hotel.
The guests began to sit, and family of the bride and groom were put in the first few rows. Martin noticed that his dad had come, and felt much better, knowing that his dad would be there to watch him say "I do."
Martin took his place at the altar, as Eric came up behind him, patting him on the back. Martin was wearing a smile that he couldn't seem to control, and was becoming anxious.
Martin noticed the garden grow quiet, as the strings ensemble began to play Canon in D, and the wedding began.