Just To Let You Know: I seriously own nothing!!!!!

Months later:

"Besides you can't wear a white dress anyway..." Stephanie looked up and locked eyes with her soon to be husband. He did not just say that, she thought. That was an insult and it was starting to get on her nerves. First they argued about the china and silverware. Then it was their cake and now it was the color of her dress. Stephanie pushed her hair behind her ear and chuckled. She didn't have a comeback.

"Cute." Stephanie said standing up. She grabbed her purse and headed toward the door. "Since we can't seem to get along...I'm gonna go get a few drinks down the street at that club." She left the room and he laughed.

"Great, just great." Paul said to himself rubbing his forehead. He stood up and thought about it. He was never the drinking type but this wedding thing was stressing him out. He needed a sip of something to make him forget his surrounding and the anger coming from him beautiful fiancé. Paul grabbed his jacket and left the hotel to find this club Stephanie was talking about. He went strait to the bar and ordered one beer. He sipped it and put his head in his hand. Paul did nothing wrong, all he did was state the truth. He swiveled around in the chair, curious of what was going on and who was there. Paul's eyes darted around the club to find Stephanie pinned against the wall by some blonde. He saw her dancing and him moving with every move she made. The guy's hands rested on her hips and they were a little bit too comfortable. He walked over to them and grabbed the man and turned his around.

"What the hell are you doing?" Chris asked and Paul was shocked. Without words Paul punched him dead in the jaw and Stephanie's eyes widened. She was speechless. They were only dancing. Chris chuckled before striking Paul with an uppercut.

"Oh my God, Chris, stop." Stephanie said putting her hand on his chest.

"What do you mean, stop...he's the one who attacked me." Chris yelled at her.

"Steph, move." Paul instructed her and she turned to him. His stare was still on Chris and vice versa.

"No Paul, lets go." She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the club, he and Chris were both looking pretty idiotic. Plus she didn't want this to turn into some brawl. "What were you doing?" She threw her hands up in the air and he grabbed her hand.

"Where's your engagement ring?" His eyebrow arched and she knew he was pissed off at her.

"It's on the sink in the bathroom." She recalled looking at her bare finger.

"Steph you still seize to amaze me." Paul told her as they reached his rental car. She frowned and darted her eyes to the cemented ground.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" She rubbed her forehead.

"You know exactly what I mean." He said and closed his eyes for a second.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Stephanie asked looking at him and he laughed briefly.

"Yeah whatever, Steph." Paul shrugged it off as he got in the car. She rolled her eyes and got in. It was like he was her father and she knew she screwed up; apologizing always worked with her dad. Vince never really gave her attitude but when he did she ignored it. Lucky for her, Paul Levesque wasn't her father.

"I'm trying to apologize so don't give me that attitude, Paul. I didn't do anything all I did was dance. If you weren't so jealous-"

"Steph, you're my fiancé, dammit. I think I earned the right to be jealous when you're letting a man, your ex-husband to be exact, touch you like that." Paul told her as he started the car.

"Touch me like what?" Stephanie screeched and Paul shook his head.

"Like...like...you know what the hell I'm talking about." He raised his voice and she put her hand to her chest ever so dramatically.

"You're talking to me in that tone?" Stephanie asked looking at him and he pulled in the parking lot. He turned and looked at her and she was really expecting an answer.

"Yes you." Paul snapped back and she giggled. Maybe she had one too many drinks, he prayed. Because if this was the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with he was in some deep stuff.

"I was just asking." She mumbled looking out of the window.

"You're unbelievable, you know?" Paul asked stepping out of the car and meeting her on the passenger side.

"That's why you love me so... I mean I'm flawless except after a few drinks I sorta get a little...ditzy...but other than that I'm fine. Plus, I only had a drink so, I'm not drunk." She said looking down; she ran her fingers up his shirt and pulled him closer. She kissed his jaw and he smirked. Wasn't he supposed to be angry with this woman?

"No, I'm mad at you and you're going to make it up to me." He told her and she thought about it before kissing him amorously.

"Like that?" She asked. "I could do a lot of that type of apologizing."

"I'm not saying no to that offer but...we need some rules." He told her with a smirk on his face.

"Looking not touching; we go to clubs together; if dancing with someone else keep it G-rated…am I forgiven?" Stephanie questioned.

"Uh, we'll see." He dragged her in the hotel so she could apologize some more.

Happy New Year!!! It's 2005!! Story is almost over! And…sorry for this bad chapter