"You may now, kiss your bride Mr. Levesque." The priest nodded towards them, smiling.

Paul and Stephanie's eyes met, and they were hesitant for a second, then he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers and putting his hand on her back. She didn't know what to do for a second, then put her hand on his cheeks, "okay." She pushed up and away, blushing. She took his arm and they walked back down the aisle towards Paul's decorated truck, "boy am I glad that's over. Now we have the reception and food, and then this part is over."

"Food." Paul started the truck and put it in gear, "I would love to eat something right now. But I'm afraid if I do, the button on my pants might pop off." He reached down and unbuttoned his black slacks.

She looked forward, away from him, "what are you doing? Why are you unbuttoning your pants?"

"They're too tight." He sighed, "I think I should've gotten the bigger pair." He waved as they drove off, "the guy at Penney's fitted me for these, but my waist is like, a little bigger than these, and smaller than the big ones."

"Why didn't you just get the bigger ones and wear a belt to keep them up?" She put her head against the seat, "what size pants do you wear normally?"

"I wear a 40-34." He pulled his tie loose, "ugh, I hate wearing ties, I hate having to button the top button on my shirts. I feel like I'm choking, and my face is turns red, almost purple." He ripped the tie from around his neck and threw it into the backseat.

She watched as his face turned back to it's normal color, she was almost tempted to say he looked good in a tie, but only smiled, "well, it can't be as bad as wearing heels for three hours, but I don't complain." She reached over and unfastened the second button on his shirt, "okay, that looks much better, if you aren't planning on putting the tie back on. Are you?"

"Do I have to? I hate wearing ties Stephanie, you would know, I don't ever wear ties at work." He rubbed his neck, "do I have like, indentions from the shirt?"

She shook her head, "so where did you get the wedding rings at?" She looked at hers, it glistened orange in the streetlight.

"Oh, speaking of that, open this console and get the bag out of there. I forgot to give that to you before the wedding. I figured something cheap at the mall is a lot better than something out of a 50-cent machine."

"What is it?" She opened the little bag and pulled out a box, inside the box sat another ring, this time, it was bigger and extremely glittery, "Paul, what's this for?"

He glanced over at her, "its your engagement ring, duh. Remember, we're trying to make this look real? So I went out and got you like, a cheap engagement ring. You like it?"

She nodded, "it's pretty." She took it out of the box and slid it right down her finger on top of her matching wedding band, "they go together, you so planned that didn't you?" She stared at for a second, "how did you know what size to get this in? It fits perfectly," she carefully examined it, "and it's a princess cut stone, that's my favorite."

"You know all those times you talked to me about your problems, and I just sat there and pretended I was listening just so I wouldn't get yelled at? Yeah, I was listening 99 percent of the time, I just didn't like you knowing I listened. I pretty much know everything about you." He laughed, "oh, and I stole one of your rings from your room while I was on my computer the other day, that's how I know your ring size, I saw you wearing this one ring on your ring finger so I decided it that way."

She kept herself from giving him a happy smile, "did you at least put my ring back?" She twisted the bigger engagement ring all the way around her finger, "this ring is really pretty though."

"Let me see it." He held out his hand, she took it off her finger and handed it to him, "your ring finger is about the same size as my pinky finger. I just tried your other ring on and went from there." He slid it on, "see?" He gave it back, "I never took your ring out of the house."

She put it back on and smiled, thinking to herself that Paul would make the perfect husband for someone else, he was sweet and caring, but, their relationship was already ruined. They bickered constantly and were mean to each other, and after all the hell she put him through, it would just be weird to actually start to like him.

"We're here." He turned the truck off and pulled the keys out, "okay, I just wanted to tell you something." He pulled the visor down and smoothed his hair down, "my family can get a little crazy, and, if you feel uncomfortable and want to leave, just tell me."

"Alright." She nodded, "you know, I really liked talking to your sister. She's really nice, I can't believe she offered to take Madison for the night just because it was supposed to be 'special' for us. She didn't have to do that, I have a night of peace."

"Peace, yeah, you go with that one." He opened the door and jumped down, "my family doesn't know what peace is. We are not a 'peaceful' family." He slammed the door and went around the help her out.

She took his hand and stepped down, "peaceful for me, is being able to take a break from my daughter. I don't get to do that very often."

"Don't worry, Laurie's got you covered on that one. After her last kid, she got her tubes tied and can't have any more, even though she says she wishes she could have one more. But that's what she said every time she had a kid, one more." He closed her door, "she would take care of Madison whenever you ask." He pushed the lock on the remote in his hand and walked inside with his new wife, "people will probably start coming in like, a half hour."

The color theme she chose was everywhere, all the tablecloths and flowers were purple, while the napkins and other various trim pieces were silver, "its beautiful in here." She smiled, her eyes starting to water a little, too bad the wedding was fake.

He nodded and opened the door to the side kitchen, "I need a drink, how about you?" He looked around the little room, "oh look, here's the margarita mix, let's find the tequila." He rummaged through a cabinet, "what did you put on your side of the menu?"

"Wine." She opened another cabinet, "I'm guessing you put margaritas on yours?" She watched him pull a bottle of tequila down, "what are you doing? You're gonna start drinking right now?"

"I'm not going to start drinking, I don't drink like that, all I'm gonna do is have one margarita. Then I'll be done." He took both bottles and went back to the kitchen, "you want one?"

She contemplated saying no, "sure, I'll have one." He looked around again and pulled out a blender, "but don't make mine that strong."

He put the green mix with some ice in the blender, then added the alcohol. He poured the slush into two cups and handed one to her, "there you go, enjoy." He took his cup and was about to take a sip, when he smiled, "what?"

She had been staring at him but as soon as he made eye contact back with her, he looked down, "nothing." She took a drink and closed her eyes as the alcohol burned the back of her throat, "I said not strong."

"Sorry, I did make it a little strong." He gulped it as he left the room, leaving her to think about whether to finish her drink, or not.