Okay, so I admit: living with ones mom at the age of nineteen is kind of strange. But it's not like I had much choice in the matter. Jesse resolutely refused to move in together till we were officially married. Which I explained to him many times, is completely stupid. Because the fact that we were both prepared to die for each other more than proves our love for one another in my eyes. But whatever. I gave up arguing over Jesse's believes a long time ago. His reasoning for the whole not-going-past-second-base being: that he went 150 years without anyone to talk to, so he expects he can wait a couple of months till we're married to 'take things further'. His words, not mine.

The point of all this is: after living with your mom for nineteen years, they become rather sentimental about letting you go. As mine was proving to its full blazing glory.

"You can't possibly be thinking about marrying him. You've only just turned nineteen!" She insisted in a shocked voice. I rolled my eyes as I flopped back down onto the couch.

I must admit, I expected her to be happy at first. I mean, she was the one that was always going on about me not going on enough dates. Then here I am getting ENGAGED and she hates the idea. Isn't that swell?

"I didn't just turn nineteen. I'm twenty this year. And yes I do plan on marrying him."

Andy took that particular moment to stroll into the lounge, carrying a tray of different cheeses. My mom ignored him and instead started pacing around the room. I on the other hand was hungry.

"Can I try one of these please?" I asked him tiredly, gesturing to the only cheese on the whole plate that looked remotely edible. He nodded happily, as I snatched it off the plate and examined it carefully. Is cheese meant to be white?

"How can you even be considering marrying this boy?" my mom said in frustration.

"Who's Suze marrying?" Andy asked, looking curious.

I decided to answer the second of the two questions, as it was less likely to result in mine or Jesse's deaths.

"It's Jesse. The guy I've been dating since high school. Remember?" I replied calmly. Not taking my eyes off the suspicious looking food in front of me.

"The tortilla guy?" Andy asked mildly. I grinned. He never forgot the first Sunday dinner Jesse had with us. Jesse was the only one that dared eat the tortilla's Andy cooked that day. Mostly because we already had experience of how spicy his 'Mild Chilli Tortilla's' were.

It was a memory I would treasure forever.

"Yeah the tortilla guy. Jesse. This cheese is really good." I replied with my mouth full. And I wasn't lying either. The cheese was very good, and Jesse is the official Ackerman family 'Tortilla Man'.

I was surprised when I saw Andy- instead of fuming like my mom –grinning. Then with a hasty glance at my mom's state of livid anger, toned it down to a small smile.

"I was wondering when he was going to pop the question. It took him long enough. If he hadn't asked you soon I think I was going to do it myself. For him I mean."

I was quite aware that my mouth had dropped open in shock. But after a split second of freaking out about Jesse planning the whole thing, I calmed down. Of course Jesse would ask for permission first. It was just so……perfect.

Like one of those teen romance movies. Except better. Because it was happening to me!

"Why didn't you tell me!" my mom exclaimed, sounding annoyed.

"I didn't want to ruin the surprise." He grinned sheepishly. I stood up and hugged him warmly. He really was a pretty cool step-dad.

"So when's the big day?" he asked when I finally released him. I was about to answer that I hadn't really thought about it yet when my mom interrupted.

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" she asked worriedly.

"Of course I'm sure. I love him mom. And he loves me."

"But you're so young." She said, pushing back some of my dark hair. I smiled at her softly.

"So were you and dad when you got married. You were only nineteen then as well." I pointed out.

"I just don't want you to make a mistake by committing to someone before you've even graduated."

"I know mom. But I promise you I know what I'm doing. I love him."

She nodded with a small smile of her own. I could already see the tears in her eyes.

"If you think he's worthy of you're love then I have no arguments against it. We give you our blessing."

"Mom please don't cry. I hate it when you do that." I told her as I wiped away some of the tears that were falling steadily down her cheeks.

"I can't help it. I'm just so happy for you. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd…"

"…..find a guy crazy enough to want to marry me?" I finished with a smile.

But she shook her head.

"I just never thought I'd see the day when you'd be truly happy."

Then I started crying as well. We hugged each other for a while- in which time Andy had excused himself –before we finally pulled apart. I let out a shaky laugh, thinking about what I must look like. But it didn't last long. Pretty soon I was crying all over again. Because my mom took that moment to whisper:

"My baby's getting married!"

And she was right. I was getting married. To the best guy I'd ever met. Someone who actually loved me for me.

Then the phone rung and my perfect world shattered forever…………………………..

A/N: Aren't I mean? I thought I'd leave you hanging though! hehe

But yeah. It's no longer a one shot as you can see . A bunch of people asked for more, so I thought about it and decided to think up a story line. Which you'll see taking place in chapter three.

I'll give you a clue: Someone she loves dies. And no it isn't Jesse. That'd just be mean.

And yes, you guys will get to choose what style of dress Suze wears. But that'll come later as well. I'll have to think about the options though. Um…..yeah. I'll figure that one out later! lol

But PLEASE review!!! I have my TB jab tomorrow. The tester wasn't that great, so I'm not particularly looking forward to it.

THANX TO EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED CHAPTER 1!!! YOU ROCK!!!!

Please review again!!!

Angel