A/N: Since hotmail wouldn't let me send this to Pheonix or KazzaXTreme (Apparently, both of their e-mail addresses do not exist), I decided to just post this chapter. I hope you guys like it. (And I hope huntersgirl succesfully received it).
Chapter Eleven: The Wedding
(In the bride's room)
Kiki jumped up and down in excitement as she looked in the mirror.
"Wow, Stacy, I love my dress!" she exclaimed gleefully, "It's so pretty."
She twirled around and her lavender skirt ruffles spun high in the air and Stacy laughed, patting her on the head.
"Only the best for the flower girl," she told her, and looked in the mirror to reposition her tiara.
"Wow, but you really do look pretty Stacy." Kiki told her in awe.
Stacy fingered her long white gown and patted her perfectly coiffed hair. Her bridesmaids giggled as they applied their makeup, interjecting a, "Wow, Stace, you look great!", every couple of minutes.
"Thanks Kiki. You look beautiful too."
Kiki flushed and grabbed her basket full of red rose petals.
"I can't wait! I've already practiced, you know," Kiki informed Stacy proudly, "Daddy says I'm perfect."
Stacy beamed at her. "Yes, you are, sweetie. Now, why don't you go help the others while I get ready?"
Kiki nodded happily and set down her basket, skipping out the door. Lita adjusted her dress and stood behind her.
"Thanks for being my maid of honor, Lita," Stacy said earnestly.
Lita smiled sadly, "I'm touched that you asked me. I hope you and Edge are very happy together."
"Thanks, Lita. You know, there's an usher here who really wants to talk to you."
"Really?" Lita asked disinterestedly.
"Yeah. He's waiting outside."
"Who is he?" Lita asked curiously.
"Go outside and you'll find out."
Lita rolled her eyes at Stacy's mysterious behavior, but nodded and walked out the door, leaving it open.
"Stacy, sweetie! Come give your mother a kiss," a woman demanded happily from the door.
"Mom!" Stacy exclaimed happily, walking across the room to hug her mother and father, "I thought you two couldn't make it! What about daddy's business meeting in Peru?"
"Well," David Keibler replied with a smile, "that could wait. We couldn't miss our only daughter's wedding, now, could we? Besides, who would give you away?"
Stacy beamed at them and her mother started fussing with her dress.
"Mom, I'm fine," Stacy insisted.
"Alright, I just wanted to make sure you looked perfect," Samantha Keibler responded.
"I think you always did," David told her, and Stacy blushed, hugging her dad tightly.
"We'll be waiting for you in the hall," Samantha briefed her, and smiled a watery smile. "We are just so proud of you Stacy."
"Thanks, mom."
"Well, we will see you in a half an hour. Your father is going to the grooms side to help."
Stacy nodded absentmindedly as her parents stepped out the door. "I wonder what Edge is doing right now," she pondered out loud as she straightened her veil and continued to get ready.
(In the groom's room)
"Touchdown!" the announcer yelled and half the men in the room groaned and yelled in disappointment. The other half shrugged.
"Too bad there's nothing good on," Chris Jericho said, frowning at the screen.
"Yeah, well, if you change the channel, I'll kill you," Jeff Hardy responded, his eyes glued to the television screen.
Randy Orton nodded in agreement. "I can't believe how badly the Redskins are doing! I thought they'd be better this season now that they've got Gibbs!"
"Nothing can help them now," Jeff responded gloomily as Chris and Edge rolled their eyes.
"Randy, you're not one of the ushers," Chris said as he started pushing him out of the room.
"But I want to watch!" Randy protested as the door was slammed shut in his face.
Edge got up in the crowded room. "If your name isn't Chris Jericho, Jeff Hardy, Eric Matthews, or Johnny Denaro, get out and sit down on the benches in the chapel."
The men grumbled as they all walked out the door and a tall man in a very expensive Armani suit walked in past them.
"Edge, just came to see how you were doing and if you needed any help," David Keibler told him. Edge smiled in appreciation.
"Thanks, Mr. Keibler, but I'm fine." Edge assured him.
David nodded and gave Edge a small smile. "You're part of the family now, Edge. You can call me dad."
"Uh, okay... dad."
"If you hurt my daughter in any way, so help me God, I will hunt you down." David warned.
"Wouldn't dream of it, sir. I love Stacy," Edge reassured him, and David straightened his coat.
"I know, that was just a friendly reminder," David responded stiffly and walked out the door.
"Wow, that was intense," Chris remarked as Edge let out a sigh.
"Yeah, he wanted Stacy to marry a lawyer or doctor or something. I guess he thought she would grow out of her 'wrestling phase' or something."
"Yeah, I know how that feels," Eric interjected, "My parents were not happy when they found out my girlfriend was a wrestler. They didn't say anything to me, though."
"Yeah, because you change girlfriends like you change your clothes," Edge pointed out. "Maybe if you were serious for once..."
"Hey, I can be serious!"
All four men looked at him in disbelief.
"Okay, maybe not."
"Say goodbye to the single life," Jeff Hardy said with a smile, "I know you're going to miss it."
Edge shrugged. "Well, at least I'll get a beautiful wife, inside and out, and a sweet kid."
"Aww," Johnny teased, "That was so cute."
Edge grinned. "Yeah, it's from my vows."
Chris rolled his eyes.
Edge shrugged and Sarah, one of the bridesmaids, peeked in through the door.
"It's almost starting! Hurry up and get ready to walk down the aisle, guys."
"Wait, where's Matt?" Jeff asked and Edge stiffened, ready to panic.
"Right here," Matt's voice drawled. "I can't believe it took you that long to realize you were missing an usher."
Edge sighed in relief. "Okay, line up like we practiced. First, the ushers. Matt first, than Jeff, than Chris, and finally Eric. Okay, go."
They nodded and walked out the door. Edge squirmed nervously.
"Okay, Johnny. You're my best man. Have any advice?"
"Don't trip."
"Yeah, good idea," Edge replied sarcastically. "Well, it'll be time for us to go in about fifteen minutes."
"Yeah. Nervous? I mean, many girls stand their fiancee's up at the alter."
"Thanks for that note of encouragement," Edge responded. "Remind me again why you're my best man and not Eric?"
"Because you've known me since preschool and we both met Eric in high school," Johnny replied in a matter of fact voice.
"Right... I wonder what Kiki's doing."
(In the lounge outside the main hall)
"JT, give me my basket back you big jerk!" Kiki yelled at a slightly taller, brown haired freckled boy.
"No way. Not until you tell me why you're dressed like such a freak. I thought you were cool, but you're wearing that ugly dress with all those poufy things. Yuck."
"I think this dress is pretty," Kiki huffed, "And you're nothing but a big fat mean bully. Now give me back my basket."
"Fine," JT yelled, and handed her back her basket, "Take your stupid basket. You're stupid too!"
"Jonathon Tyler Foley, apologize this instant, young man. I taught you to treat girls with respect," Mick Foley reprimanded.
"Yeah, dad," JT responded sullenly, "Sorry, Kiki," he sneered and stomped off.
"I don't want your stupid sorry!" Kiki yelled after him and Mick Foley chuckled.
"Sorry about JT, sweetie. He's at that stage where he thinks all girls are gross."
"That's okay, I think all boys are gross, especially JT Foley!"
Mick laughed and patted her head as the ushers started walking towards the chapel main hall door.
"Almost starting, Kiki. Why don't you go stand with the bridesmaids are?"
Kiki nodded and ran off as Mick Foley and many other friends and family members were ushered to their seats.
The organ's music echoed throughout the chapel as the wedding started.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Edge leaned down to kiss Stacy, surrounded by the people he loved, officially married. Their friends and family cheered and Edge spun Stacy around.
"We are going to live happily ever after. I just know it," Stacy whispered to Edge.
"Yeah, starting with our honeymoon. Hawaii, here we come."
Stacy smiled and they intertwined their arms as they walked down the aisle. She saw Lita and Matt kiss from the corner of her eye.
"I know who's going to catch the bouquet. It's going to be Lita," she told Edge.
"How do you know?" Edge asked as they walked out the door and she turned around away from the group of hopeful girls at the door.
"Just a hunch," she said, throwing the bouquet behind her. She turned around to see an astonished Lita holding the flowers behind her. Edge put his arm around her shoulders and smiled.
"Cool. So can you get these hunches at horse race tracks and stuff too?" he asked playfully.
Stacy laughed and squeezed his hand.
"Happily Ever After? I don't think this is the end of the story."
Edge grinned. "Yeah, it's just the beginning."