Emily's P.O.V. ~

Neither Phil and I answer. Phil grabs me gently by the arm and pulls me outside.

"We got married, Emily." He says, turning toward me.

"I know!" I say, softly.

He pauses for a second before his eyes fill with happiness. "Holy shit! We really got fucking married! I married my best friend." He laughs happily.

"You're really excited." I laugh.

"Of course I am! I've been dreaming of this since we were ten and you punched that girl for pulling my hair." He smiles and walks toward me. "I was serious when I said I love you. I married Stephanie thinking I'd be able to just be friends with you but that didn't work. I love you more than anything.-"

I cut him off, blushing. "Phil...I love you too."

"-I've always wanted you to be mine. Doug even told me one time he wanted us together, but I didn't believe him."

I cover his hand with my hand. "Phillip Wenneck." I giggle.

He looks at me.

"I love you. I have since you asked me...me of all people...to go to the middle school dance with you. I don't want this annulled if that's what you're thinking."

I uncover his mouth. He smiles widely before pulling me to him by my waist.

"We're gonna do this?" He asks.

"Yes. We're gonna do this." I giggle.

He leans down to kiss me, but the front door to the Chapel slams open causing me to jump back. Out walks Stu and Alan, looking at us.

"You coming back in?"

We sigh and I nod. "Yes, Alan. We're coming back in."

They walk back inside and I glance at Phil.

"Another time, when we have found Doug." I say, sighing.

"I'll make sure we get that chance, Mrs. Wenneck." He says, softly.

I blush and nod. "You better."

He nods and opens the door for us. I walk back inside. Eddie looks back over at us.

"Did you guys want one?" He asks, holding up the paperwork.

"No thanks, Eddie. We're gonna stay married." Phil says, putting his arm over my shoulder.

Eddie smiles and nods. "That's good to hear! You make a cute couple!"

"Thanks, Eddie." I blush and slide my hand into Phil's back pocket as he holds me close.

Alan looks at us. "You're staying married? I don't remember it!"

He throws a mini-tantrum.

"Don't worry, Alan. We'll do it again just for you." I giggle slightly.

His eyes light up. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, buddy!" Phil smiles, before whispering in my ear. "Because I wanna remember it too."

Eddie hands Stu a piece of paper with Jade, his wife's, information on it. Alan and Stu pick up the boxes that contain the High Roller package Stu ordered. Apparently, it came with mugs, hats and even a calendar. Phil and I just ordered the one photo album and a 5x7 photo. It was the one I loved the most, where we're staring into each other's eyes.

I glance over at Phil to see him tucking something into his wallet. I giggle and raise a brow.

"What's that?" I ask, trying to peek.

He smirks. "I may have bought a wallet size one too. That way I can look at it every time I open my wallet."

"He had them just laying around?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Apparently, just in case we wanted more."

I shake my head giggling, following behind Stu and Alan.

"Hey, Phil? What about my dad's car?" Alan asks, glancing up, sounding a little worried.

"I'm sure Doug has it. We'll get it back." Phil rubs his back slightly.

Stu drops the box next to the car. "Then I vote we torch the cop car and all this shit with it."

"Torch it? Who are you?" Phil snaps.

"I don't know, Phil!" He throws his hands up in the air, sighing. "Apparently, I'm a guy who marries complete strangers! This whole situation is completely fucked!"

"These mugs!" He grabs one one and throws it down on the ground.

"This hat!" He grabs the one off Alan's head and slings it into the trunk of the car.

"Hey!" Alan protests, but Stu just waves the protest away.

"It's all evidence! Evidence of a night that that never fuckin' happened! That's why we're torching all of it!" Stu says, as if it's the most obvious explanation in the world.

Phil holds his hands up. "Whoa! I'm a school teacher, okay? I just got married to the love of my life last night! I've got a little boy! I'm all for secrecy, but I'm not gonna torch a damn cop car!"

I gently rub Phil's back to get him to relax a little. He does and lowers his hands. Stu sighs and shakes his head.

"Fine. I'll do it then." He sighs.

"Can I help?" Alan asks.

"Yeah, thanks.

"And how exactly are you gonna do that?" I ask.

"Easy. You just pour kerosene over a ferret, light it on both ends, put it in." Alan says, explaining the process.

Stu looks up, shocked. "What? A ferret?"

Alan nods. "Yeah. Yeah. Or...a tamed raccoon, but it's a lot of trouble. If you wanna…."

"Does it matter if it's tamed?"

"Yeah, because if it's untamed it won't take the kerosene as well."

I shake my head and look at Phil in disbelief that Stu and Alan are even talking about this. He shrugs and shakes his head too. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him. He kisses my head. Just then a phone starts ringing. We all look around.

"Is it Doug?" Phil asks.

I shrug, knowing it's neither of our phones that's ringing. "I don't have it."

"It's Doug. It's gotta be Doug."

Stu shakes his head as he digs his phone outta his pocket. "Uh, it's Melissa."

"Don't answer!" Both Phil and I say at the same time.

"I have to! She's called twice already!" Stu whines.

I shake my head as Stu answers the phone and starts talking to Melissa. Alan puts his hand on Phil's shoulder.

"Can I ride shotgun?" He asks, quietly.

Phil gently shrugs off Alan's hand and shakes his head. "Don't touch me."

Alan nods and goes to get into the backseat with Carlos. I stop him.

"I want you to do something really important, ok, Al?" I smile.

He nods fast. "What is it?"

"I need you to keep a close eye on Carlos, ok? You're gonna be his protector. Can you do that for me?"

He smiles widely and nods. "I can do that!"

I grin. "Thanks, buddy!"

He grins and gives me a hug. I giggle and hug him back. He climbs into the backseat, happier now. I smile and look at Phil, who's shaking his head at Stu's conversation. I lean up and kiss my husband's cheek. He looks at me and smiles softly.

"What?" He asks, quietly.

I giggle. "Nothing, babe. I just love you."

He grins. "I love you too. C'mon, let's get in the car."

I giggle and nod. I motion for Stu to hurry up so we can get going. He nods as he talks to Melissa on the phone. He gets into the back seat with Alan so I get into the passenger seat. An orange car skids behind us, fast, and blocks us in. Phil turns around.

"What the fuck?" He whispers.