? ンユメ? ンユン? ンユᆪ ? ンユ゚? ? ンユメ? ンユヨ? ンユレ? ンユワ ? ンユメ? ? ? ンユᅠ, ? ンユᆭ? ? ンユヨ? ンユᆬ? ンユヨ? ? ンユᆪ? ? ンユメ? ンユᄀ?.
"ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴇ ʙʀᴀᴅꜱʜᴀᴡ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴡꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴡᴇᴅᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ?"
"? ンモツ... ? ? ンムワ,"


Even though it wasn't a bad thing to be pregnant outside of marriage, it was still very frowned upon. So, that left Taylor one option.

"Wedding dress shopping!" Carole shook her arm. Taylor raised an eyebrow. "You mean white dress shopping. Hardly a wedding dress occasion, really." She leant her chin on her hand. Carole rolled her eyes. "Either way. It still needs to be nice, Taylor. Chances are you're only getting the one wedding,"

Taylor quirked her eyebrows. "Doubt it. I don't wanna do this, and neither does Pete. So... we'll probably divorce when the kids six."

Carole made a face. "Can you at least act happy?" Taylor sighed and rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Carole. I just... I'm not feeling great. I'll try," Truth be told, Taylor would much rather be at home, under her blanket, listening to the radio while she read.

She'd been up all night vomiting again.
Though apparently morning sickness was supposed to be gone, or at least significantly better, by the second trimester... which Taylor was firmly in, being sixteen weeks and all.

Carole rubbed her knee. "Sickness still?" Taylor blew a puff of air out. "Yup. But... it's fine. You're right. I need to act happy," She rubbed her eyes. "Goose'll feel bad if I'm not happy... and I know he's doing it to protect me."

Carole tutted. "He does mean well. This could be a good thing though. You and Pete," Taylor faced with an incredulous expression. "How so? We can barely stand to be in the same room as each other now, never mind the same bed." Ever since she'd caught him with Charlotte... well... caught is a little unfair. Pete was right in that respect, Taylor had begrudgingly accepted. They weren't together... and had they not slept together, they wouldn't be at each other's throats.

"Well... the baby will keep him grounded, for one thing. Goose always worries he'll fly too high one day and not come back." Carole said. She signalled the taxi driver to pull off and park. She handed him the change and got out. "And me? Why does Goose think this baby is a good thing for me?" Carole sighed heavily. "If I tell you, you cannot, under any circumstances, tell him I've told you."

Taylor frowned. "Um... ok. Why?" Carole huffed. "He doesn't want you joining the navy." Taylor blinked. "Why? He is?" Carole fingered her ring. "Well... people die every day in the navy. He knows you've got the brains for it, otherwise, the academy wouldn't have accepted you... if you got deployed and died on duty, he'd be ruined."

Taylor looked down.
She hadn't thought about that.
"But surely we could say the same?" She argued weakly. Carole smiled slightly. "Goose doesn't care about himself though. It's always his family first. If you were flying and it came down to you or him, you know it'd be him."

Taylor pushed open the clothing shop door. She looked down. "Oh," She said softly.

"Carole, seriously, stop fussing! It's fine," Taylor laughed, batting Carole's hands away. She fussed with the small bouquet again. "Oh, you look beautiful," She gushed.

After many shop visits, Taylor finally settled on a relatively cheap one-piece, off-white dress. Her shoulders were exposed where the strap began at chest height, stretching around. The bodice was a fake diamond lining the neckline which was a v-neck. The skirt flowed from her waist, helping to conceal her bump. It finished just above her ankles, where she wore white two-inch platforms.

The bouquet was of Carole's choosing, including flowers from her own back garden. Carole had braided her strawberry blonde hair into a crown.

She stopped fussing with a small gasp. "You look radiant," She smiled. Taylor did a small twirl. "Oh! It's beautiful, Taylor,"

Taylor reached over and pulled Carole into a hug. "Oh, honey! What's this for?" Taylor shook her head softly. "No reason. Just... thank you. For helping Goose raise me, lord knows what I would've turned into without you," She said. Carole wrapped her arms tightly around Taylor's back. "You're not going anywhere you know. You're more than welcome to keep living with us if you don't want to leave. Goose won't care."

Taylor pulled back. "Don't cry, honey. You'll smudge your makeup," Carole chastised playfully. Taylor chuckled. She faced the door, where Goose was waiting just behind. "Wish me luck,"

She pushed the door open, standing by her brother. "Oh, Tay... you look stunning," He said in awe, linking her arm with his. "No man will ever desevre you. Not even the Prince of England." She smiled warmly. "Thank you, Goosey."

It was only a small courthouse wedding, with Goose, Carole and Bradley (obviously) as the witnesses, but it was a nice atmosphere. Carole had certainly outdone herself. She couldn't help the bolt of pride that shot through her heart when she met Pete's eyes.

His face grew slack as he watched her approach. Goose handed her off, sending a warning glare across to his best friend.

As the minister began to talk, Pete leaned over. "I don't want this either, but if its any consolation, you look amazing,"

It was a consolation.
It really was.

The minister droned on for what felt like hours, despite neither party preparing vows aside from the standard ones on the televisions.

"Pete Duke Mitchell, do you take Taylor Mae Bradshaw your lawfully wedded wife?" The minister said, facing Pete. "I do," He answered. "Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?"

"I do,"

The minister turned to Taylor, whos heart promptly fell into her stomach. "Taylor Mae Bradshaw, do you take Pete Duke Mitchell your lawfully wedded husband?"
She took a breath. "I do,"
"Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding only unto him forevermore?"

She looked across, swallowing thickly. She exhaled deeply. "I do,"

The minister smiled. "And now by the power vested in me by the state of San Diego, it is my honour and delight to declare you Mr and Mrs Mitchell."