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It has been a long weekend, as you can see. I do apologize for not updating in a while (for me). But, I am happy to be back at home, updating and saying thank you to all my amazing reviewers. Wouldn't have survived this weekend without you guys. So THANK YOU! :)

In eventful news, the results are in! The College Drop-Outs has won the vote! :D Even though Tunica is stil hiding in a corner somewhere (haha) work has begun on this amazingly cool new story. It will be put up hopefully a few weeks after Love and Marriage :D
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"I can't believe that happened."

"It happens to the best of us."

"Have you ever thrown up on someone!?"

"No, but I've had at least five people throw up on me. And two of them weren't even patients at the hospital. They were random drunks at parties," Zita laughed.

Zim covered his face, "Somehow, that doesn't make me feel better."

Johanna sat on the stoop at the entrance everyone entered through, playing with a flower on her dress. Zim's head rested against the railing as Zita sat next to him, wiping off perspiration from his head every now and then, waiting with him till Dib arrived. She had texted him a few minutes earlier after…the incident.

Zim felt terrible now. Not the because of the vomiting. If anything that made him feel a little better. It was the embarrassment he was feeling. Those guests were probably gossiping about what a drunk he most likely was. About how he was just a gate-crashing gay, here to ruin the party. And Irk, the Professor.

Zim moaned, his eyes shutting as his head pushed further into the railing. Zita held his hand, "What? Is something coming back up?"

"No," he sighed, looking at her, "I just…can't believe the day we're having. We should have just stayed at home."

Zita looked at him, "I take it you're sick, perhaps?"

"It's the baby," Johanna said out of nowhere.

Zita gave the girl a confused look. Zim blushed, "She means…lady! Yeah, some lady gave Dib the stomach flu and…he gave it to me."

Zita nodded, "It'll pass, don't worry about it. We all get sick sometimes."

"Yeah," Zim's eyes closed as he let out a breath.

Zita wiped off some of the sweat gathering above his brow, "So why was I your pretend wife for a little while back there?"

"Yeah, Uncle Zim? Are you and Uncle Dib no more married?" Johanna asked, being just as confused.

Zim smiled slightly, "Sorry about that. Dib and I had to fake our divorce in front of him so he would release the account your money was in. I completely forgot about having to see him again here today. Thanks for playing along, Zita."

She gave a sincere look, "No. Thank you, Zim. You really did that for me?"

Zim looked at her, shrugging, "Dib likes you a lot. And even though it irritates the hell out of me…I'm glad he has someone like you around. He has to put up with a lot from me and his family, so yeah."

Zim paused, "Don't ever tell him I said that! I'm probably delirious right now or something."

Zita laughed, hugging him gently, "Oooh, you are so epic! Dib really lucked out with you."

Zim smiled, "Yes. Yes he did."

They all looked up, seeing Dib walk through the doors, holding a very chocolatey looking cupcake and a can of coke.

He placed the treats down next to Zim, Zita standing. "Thank you so much for keeping an eye on him. I told him not to move, but as if he ever listens to me," Dib eyed him.

Zim stuck his tongue out at him. Zita smiled, "It's fine. Not a problem at all. Just look after him. His stomach is a bit upset."

"Yes, I was wondering if that puddle of puke inside was his," Dib nodded, "I'll take it from here. Can you take Johanna inside for a bit while I sort out my husband?"

"Sure. Well, see you inside, Sweetie," Zita waved, giving a little scrunch of the nose. She picked up Johanna and took her inside, "Come on, little munchkin. Let's find your mommy."

Zim sighed, "Why the hell does everyone call me that?"

Dib grinned, sitting down next to the pale Zim, "I see you two are getting along nicely."

Zim groaned, his head thumping back down against the railing. Dib grabbed the cupcake, peeling off the wrapper, "How you doing? I see you got sick again. There are bathrooms here..."

"Well, I'm sorry. I was kinda dealing with your dad!" Zim snapped at him.

Dib looked at him in disbelief, "Dammit. Did he…?"

"Look, all I will say is he still hates me, he doesn't really want me here, and…" Zim shut his eyes, blushing, "I kinda threw up on his shoes."

Dib's eyes went wide.

Zim opened his eyes, "Dib?"

Dib looked away, a small smile creeping onto his face. Zim sat straight, "Are you…are you laughing?"

Dib covered his quivering lips and he began chuckling, "Oh God! That's why I love you, Sweetie."

"It's not funny!" Zim roared at him. He shook his head, "I…I can't..."
Dib placed a piece of chocolate cupcake in Zim's mouth. The alien nearly spat it out, but gave Dib a look instead.

Dib placed a hand on his cheek, "My dear, this is what we human's call Karma."

"Saff yur Karmah for yourselfs!" Zim grumbled as he began munching the moist sponge in his mouth.

Dib smiled, breaking off another piece of the cupcake, "Don't worry about dad, Sweetie. I think it's brilliant that you barfed all over his shoes. That's showing him. I hope they were those ugly Cougar ones he loved so much! I read somewhere that that brand is made from actual cougars."

Zim rolled his eyes, swallowing, "Yeah, like that'll change his views."

Dib sighed, "I can't wait to go home."

"I know," Zim moaned.

Dib glanced over to him, "I say we order in some Chinese, then go and relax in bed with some soft music playing in the background while I give you a nice massage."

Zim grinned at him, "Feeling bad, are we?"

"No…." Dib lied. Zim laughed, sharing a sizzling kiss with his husband, "I know you too well."

Dib smirked, kissing him gently back, "Enough to have seen this coming?"

Dib stuffed another piece in the alien's mouth, getting up. Most of the icing landed above Zim's lips, though.

Zim gave him an annoyed look.

The two husbands stood at the altar for a second time, waiting for today's soon to be married couple, looking rather bored.

Zim was feeling much better, and had his attitude back to boot. Dib stared at the stain glass windows that decorated this hall as people began making their way to the wooden benches in front of them.

Zim placed both hands on his back, yawning. Dib looked over at him, "You know it looks very strange when you stand like that."

Zim glanced over at him, not overly impressed with that statement, "You do realize I have a huge round stomach that I'm trying to balance here, right?"

"Yeah, but with no one to see it…you kinda look like you're doing an impression of a pregnant person at this stage," Dib grinned.

Zim grumbled, "No impression needed."

"Well, could you at least balance yourself some other way? People will be staring at you during the ceremony…"

Zim's hands fell, his shoulders raised in announce, "They'll be staring at me because they'll be wondering why the drunk queer is standing at the altar next to the groom and bride."

Dib raised his hands, "You're the one who wouldn't listen to me when I said you must stay at home."

Zim sneered at him, looking away as he folded his arms.

Dib was now eying the camera crew at the back of the church, watching as they began setting up their equipment. He gave a shiver, praying Zim was going to be alright for this service. What if his water broke? What if he had a contraction? What if he threw up again? He shook his head, trying to imagine something else.

Zim looked back at Dib, "There's something about an altar that brings out the bitchiness in us, huh?"

Dib nodded, thankful that his husband was a master for changing subjects, "Takes us back to the old days before we were married when tying a piece of meat to your head was a good way to keep entertained…"

"And how I would infect your entire computer systems with a Taco virus."

"Taco virus?"

"GIR got to name that one," Zim muttered.

Dib smiled, "But look at us now."

Zim looked sceptical, "Married, hated by family and my Empire, pregnant…"

"And inseparable," Dib tried.

Zim gave a smirk, "That too."

Keef walked up to them, bouncing in his steps. Dib and Zim's looks fell, "Dammit."
"Zim, if you at any point don't feel right…"

"I'll just throw up on him, Dib," Zim grimaced.

Dib looked at him, "I'm being serious."

"So am I!"

"Hello all!" Keef brightly sang, "I am so glad to see you here, Zim! I'm so excited about this, aren't you?"

"Yeah, excited," Zim mumbled.

"Oh, Yay! You know, when Gaz and I get back from our honeymoon…" Zim noticed Dib rolling his eyes at the comment, "…we can spend some time together. We can visit the mall, go to the circus. I hear a really cool one is in town now!"

Zim shut his eyes, looking very anxious about having Keef so close to him right now. Dib was standing by, clenching his fists. He really wanted to punch this guy.

But he was saved by the Organist who began playing some wedding-themed music. People began seating themselves as Keef turned. He clapped his hands and straightened his tie.

"How do I look Zim?" he asked, standing straight for his bride.

"Still insane," Zim muttered.

"What?"

"Still In-credible, Keef," Zim lied.

"Oh thanks buddy!"

Dib looked at Zim. The alien shrugged.

This is it guys! The wedding has finally arrived!

Hopefully, updates will happen tomorrow or Tuesday. Will Zim's water break like everyone believes it will? Will Gaz actually marry Keef?! And what about Keef? What has he got in store for poor Zim and Dib?!

All to be revealed in the next update :O

*gasp* :P