Author's NOte: I hope I can answer all of your questions here.

- The body guard thing will be answered in this chapter.

-I don't know where I come up with my ideas. I'm just a fiction nerd

-The honeymoon question will be answered in the chapter.

- His name has nothing to do with Hitler. That would be kind of silly wouldn't it? His family being Jewish and all, but good guess ;)

- Michael has a different name because this is Kristin's Universe. It is necessary in this story because no one else knows it except for his family and Mia. Mia's family could therefore not find anything about Michael being married. Therefore they could not force them to separate, get it? E-Mail me if you really need a clarification.

- Michael has no police record. His parents gave him a different name at birth, kind of as a psychological experiment. One that would be rather embarrassing for him to have people call him. They gave it- forget it, it's explained later in the story. They just call him by his middle name, Michael.

-I'll marry him when I am ready to, TheBreakfastClubObbessed. You are still jailbait anyways so chill man...just chill, it's allll good ;) I'm just currently seducing him from afar at the moment.

- His having a different name makes their marriage possible, and thus the rest of the story possible.

And thank you all for reading and reviewing, here we go. I'm gonna take my time with posts now because I haven't written anything else lately and school is starting next week (where did my four months go? seriously man)

I looked out the window and wondered if Mia was among those crowds at the entrance of the hotel. She wasn't with her body guard; she had convinced her mother that she needed a weekend alone with her girlfriends before they graduated. Her mother managed to convince the prince and the dowager princess that Lars was unnecessary. That no one knew where Mia was going to be. She would be just as safe in California as she was before Lars came along.

That is, no one knew her there and would just see her as a tourist. She'd be safe.

My nerves subsided after forty five minutes, when Mia walked into the room again. "Why aren't you dressed?" she asked, putting her bag in the bathroom.

I shrugged. "No reason."

She took my suit out of it's bag. "Get dressed....that is, if you still want-"

I stood up and grabbed my suit. I kissed her cheek, "Don't dare finish that sentence. I love you. Where are you going to get dressed?"

She looked around. "I'll get dressed in the bathroom."

We shared a smile before she went into the other room to put on her dress. "I love you," she said before she shut the door.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged from the bathroom. "Close your eyes," she said softly.

I did so.

I heard her walk up to me. "Okay, open them."

I opened my eyes to see her for the first time. She looked...well...older. She had put two curls in the front of her head, the rest pulled back into a low, long ponytail. And then there was her dress...long and silk.. Pure white. Thin straps. It fit in all the right curves. She looked so amazing.

"You..." I started. I held back tears of happiness. Man, he was the only person who could make me cry. "You look..."

She put her fingers to my lips. "Ssh now, come on. It's almost my birthday."

We went to the Las Vegas wedding bureau without anything happening. They told us that we had other papers to sign at the wedding chapel of our choice.(Author's NOte: I have NO idea if that is how it works. But then again, this is Kristin's Universe. I decide that it does in fact work this way!)

We arrived at a wedding chapel that was quiet and out of the way. We didn't want to take the chance of paparazzi catching us. I didn't want people to think she was acting like Britney Spears, and she certainly didn't want anyone to force us to get an annulment. But we were also lucky enough that she wasn't all that well known outside of Genovia and New York.

"Sign here," the clerk said at the desk. I looked at Mia and winked. I signed it with my real name.

Hymen Michael Moscovitz...

We quietly went through the ceremony, stealing glances every few seconds of one another. I was amazed at how quickly it was over. Our witness, Tina Hakim Baba (the others thought she didn't know, and she thought they didn't know. It'd work out on it's own, we figured. And Tina was in town with her father that weekend for some convention. It worked out perfectly for us), gave us hugs afterwards, and then scampered off to meet her parents for check in. "Good luck, guys," she whispered. "And happy birthday, Mia."

Then we were left alone. The justice of the peace went to the front desk to wait for his next couple. Because he really didn't understand that he had just married a princess and a regular Joe. We had just been couple number fourteen to him. In another fifteen minutes he would have married another couple, with us out of memory.

We stood in front of one another, simply holding hands. Staring at one another. Husband and wife.

"So..." she said, taking a step closer to me. "What's next?"

I leaned down and kissed her. "Now," I started. "I am going to give you your birthday present."

We drove back to our hotel and hurried into the elevator. Upon arriving on our floor I carried her back into our room. "Very old fashioned," she teased.

"I'm a romantic," I replied with a smirk.

I set her onto the bed. "Ready for your gift, wife?" I asked with a smile. I liked how it sounded. I'm a dork aren't I?

"Yes, my husband," she giggled. Well, if I'm a dork then she is too.

I handed a box over to her. I could tell she was expecting something else. "Oh...thanks."

"I hope you like it," I said, biting my lip.

She opened it slowly. Her first present.

She lifted it out of the box. "Michael..." she said softly. "A charm bracelet..."

"I can send a new charm to you as we get closer to being together," I explained. "It'll have secret meanings," I continued. "Like this here," I said, lifting the charm on it. "It's a heart with your birth date on it. Only we will know it's our anniversary."

She smiled, "It's perfect. I love it."

I took a deep breath and bit my lip. "So...how's it feel? To..."

"Be married?" she guessed with wide eyes.

I laughed, "Yeah."

She smiled, "I like hearing you call me your wife...but," she started, standing up. "I think we both would like to experience everything a man and wife should."

My face went blank. I mean, I had been expecting this, but not for her to be so blunt about it. But then again, she was a married woman now.

I sat on the bed and watched as she slipped the thin straps off of her shoulders. My heart was beating pretty hard a few weeks ago when I asked her to marry me, but not like this. This was the moment...well, the second most important, moment that I'd been looking forward to my whole life. Or at least since I was twelve.

She didn't take her eyes off of me. Not even when I stood up and pulled her close to me. "You are beautiful," I whispered.

"Kiss me," she replied.

She started unbuttoning my shirt as she took hold of my mouth. Her fingers danced across my bare chest. She'd done that before, but never in only her bra and well, very little else.. As I took hold of her bra fasteners, "Are you sure...we can wait until we're older...til everyone knows."

She shook her head. "No. I want to."

"What's changed your mind?"

"You are my husband," she said simply. "And I love you. You love me. I don't want to wait three years to feel this with you," she said putting her right hand over my heart. "But if you want to wait we can. But I want you to understand that I want to."

I kissed her as a response.

"I love you," she whispered after. We had been lying in bed for about twenty minutes in silence. I was still shaking from the experience.

I kissed her forehead. "I love you too, babe."

She played with my chest hair. "I really am the luckiest girl in the world."

"I'd just say I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

"Michael, how many twenty one year old guys would marry their girlfriend? Especially knowing that they wouldn't see her very much for three years?"

I shrugged. "Not many guys have the perfect girl available to them."

She smiled, "I think we'd both agree that I'm not perfect."

"For me you are," I replied. "You are the only person I would ever do any of this for. I wouldn't lie to my family for anyone else. Mia, I completely adore you. I am going to spend the rest of my life proving that to you."

She yawned.

"Did I tire you out?"

She grinned, "You could say that."

"Mia?"

"That's me."

"I'm sorry you couldn't have the wedding of your dreams."

She made a face, "Michael, you were there, right?"

I nodded.

"Then it was the wedding of my dreams. You were all that was necessary for it."

We didn't leave our room all day (hey, we wouldn't be seeing one another for three solid years, we had to make sure we could do all we could in these precious hours! We watched movies and made love all day, hell, it IS our honeymoon...kind of). I had ordered a white birthday cake for her, and we celebrated our wedding and her birthday concurrently.

I have never loved her more. And she has never looked so beautiful. Or more alive.