Chapter 10- Dave and Kerry get Hitched.
Not to spoil, but Dave and Kerry
get hitched, hence the title "Dave and Kerry get Hitched" Also, I apologize for
anything I get wrong about Chicago. I
am from Lockport, NY. I have lived here
for 15 ½ years, and still don't know a whole hell of a lot about this
rinky-dink little city. I have never
been to Chicago, and probably never will be. (I like the Cubbies, however, and
I understand that Dominic Armato, a.k.a. the voice of Guybrush Threepwood, is
from there as well. *I love the name Dominic, can you tell?*)
Dave and Kerry had a hell of a time
finding a place to get married, for every place they thought of turned into a
potential problem. The first thought
was a golf course. Neither was too
crazy of playing golf, even though the scenery was wonderful. They had considered a church, but they
thought that it was too plain and common. Dave wanted to 'go down in a blaze of magnificence.' Kerry shook her head when he told her this,
and muttered something about 'men' and 'total idiots'. Dave suggested the Rock N' Roll hall of
fame, but Kerry nixed it quickly. "I
understand that you're a rocker, but I don't want to share our big day with the
Allman Brothers, Elmore James, or Santana!" Dave pouted, but then smiled again. "How about if we go to Vegas, and have Elvis marry us?" Kerry just glared at him. "What!?!?" He asked, knowing perfectly well what. Kerry had suggested a few. "We
could get married in Hawaii." Dave
looked up. "Not even if we both had Romano's
salary, and our parents were willing to allow that." He said. She nodded. "Well, it was a suggestion!" She said. Then she asked, "How about if we get married in Grenada?" Dave looked up. "NO! Bad memories! Baaaaaad Memories!!!" He said, not only thinking of Shannah, but
of other various party and school related incidents. Kerry smiled at him. "Oh
well."
After much more consideration, the
two decided on a lakeside park. The
both loved the water and the scenery in the area parks, and so it was
decided. The day was nearing, and
Kerry's belly was large, yet she radiated in her white gown. The red hair contrasted perfectly with the
Satin and Lace gown that seemed to make her look not pregnant at all. Dave, though bald, looked absolutely gorgeous
in his tux (Can Ya Imagine?) Each was frantic in their nervousness. Dave was wiping sweat off his brow, and his
head, and was pacing back and forth. Dave had chosen his companion since birth, Dom, as his best man, and
Kerry had chosen her best friend growing up, Ashleigh, as her maid of
honor. Dom was in the dressing room
with Dave, teasing him by brushing his hair time and time again. Dave laughed and playfully hit his
brother. "Loser." "Buffoon." "Ape" "Dumbass." "Jerk." The two laughed at their common game and Dom became serious. "Bro, I know this sounds like true Hollywood
Crap, but I want you to know that if you pass on, I'll be there to take care of
your kid. This kid and your wife will not
be alone, if it is the last thing I do." Dom said, placing his arms around his brother. Dave hugged back. "Thank
You." He said, feeling it rather
redundant to say such plain words in return for the loving ones just
given. "Now, I think Dad wants to talk
to you." He said, slipping past Dave's
thinning form and their father's large frame and out of the dressing tent.
Giuseppe Malucci, as I mentioned
before, was a large, almost scary man, yet he was gentle and docile to
everyone. "David." He said, putting an arm across Dave's
shoulder. Dave lay his head on his
father's shoulder. "Yeah, Dad?" He asked. "I'm proud of you and I have put a lot of faith in you. You know that?" He asked. Dave
nodded. "Of course I do. I sometimes can't imagine why you'd have so
much faith in me…I mean, I almost didn't get into med school because of my
grades." He said. "David! I had faith in you, and I still do! You are a good person!" Giuseppe
began. Dave opened his mouth to
protest, but his father stopped him. "Dave, I would never have put you on that plane to Grenada if I didn't
think you could pull yourself through and be something. You made yourself into a wonderful doctor,
and you're molding yourself a beautiful life. Your bride is carrying your child, you're getting married in less than an
hour, and…" He stopped. Dave looked at
his father questioningly. "What? What's wrong?" He asked, worried about his dad. "Oh, Davey. You are so
young. Too young to have it." He whispered, softly crying. Dave, seeing his father whom he used to call
'Big Bird' from the age of three cry, began to cry softly himself. "Dad! This was meant to happen. God willed it." He whispered, not sure if it was soothing himself, of his
father. "Yes, son. But I am an old man; I should have
cancer, not you. You're almost thirty,
whereas your mother and I are nearing 60." He said. "Dad, either way I
still love you… And you'd better not tell mom the 'nearing 60' thing… You've made yourselves 5 years older. Mom would kill you!" Dave said. Giuseppe. "Yes. I won't tell her. And you'd better not either. Now. You get out there, and
begin your hopefully life long marriage to Kerry. Okay?" He asked, having
to lean down to kiss Dave's chrome dome. Dave smiled and leaned up to embrace his father. "Thank you, Dad." He whispered. "For
what?" "Not giving up on me on
anything. Not even when I got the lowest
MCAT score in the history of P.S. 177." Giuseppe smiled. "Thank your
mother as well. But first, you gotta
get married. Now Go!" He said, gently pushing his son out of the
tent.
Dave got into his place, and looked
out over the lake, in its calmness and beauty. Before he knew it the crowd hushed as Kerry strolled down the aisle, her
father by her side. Dave smiled at the
sight. Her red hair clashed perfectly
with the gown, especially in the sunlight, through the veil. She didn't have the crutch because Dave had
helped her kick the habit when he accidentally broke the crutch, and then
melted it when trying to weld it back together. She forgave him when she realized that she could walk with out
the damn thing in her way. He watched
her gracefully limp down the aisle and to his side. Dom smiled as she walked and whispered his congratulations. The
middle-aged minister began his speech. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this couple in holy
matrimony." Dave hardly heard this as
he looked into Kerry's sparkling eyes. The minister droned on for a while, neither one listening more than
necessary. "Do you, Kerry Ann Weaver,
take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or worse, in
sickness and in health, to death do you apart?" HE asked her. "I
do." She said, looking into his
eyes. "An Do you, David Angelo Malucci,
take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, for better or worse, in
sickness and in health, till death do you apart?" "I do." "By the power
vested in me by the state of Illinois, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." He finished. Dave smiled and lifted the veil. He whispered 'I love you' before pressing his lips to hers. The ER staff that wasn't on duty, i.e. Abby,
Luka, Benton, and Carter were there. Doug and Carol also attended, with Kate and Tess in tow. Those attending erupted in cheers as Dave
and Kerry kissed. They smiled as their
family and friends congratulated them.
That night, they began a short
honeymoon. Dave and Kerry didn't want
to 'celebrate' since she *was* already pregnant. They lay in bed together, exhausted from their wedding day. "Kerry? Now that we're married, can I still flirt with the nurses?" He asked, teasing her. "Only if I can flirt with the doctors." She smiled back. "Oh yeah! There's only
one remotely good looking doctor in there that you could flirt with!" He said sarcastically. "And that would be you." She said, kissing the tip of his nose. He smiled. "Damn Straight!" He said. "So, your birthday is coming up soon. What do you want for it?" She asked. "I've got all I want right here." He began. "But, I Do want some
water balloons. I want to get
Rocket-boy back for all those mean things he interrogated you with." He said. She smiled. "We'll see."
Meanwhile another was contemplating what to give Dave for a birthday gift. He strummed his guitar considering it. I've got it! The figure smiled, happily playing some sweet licks on that guitar.