Chapter: 13. Pep Talks and Pardons
"My dress doesn't fit!"
"What-why wouldn't your dress fit?" Diane questioned, tossing another chocolate into her mouth, getting up off her bed and coming over to assess the situation. "Look it's just snug around the waist, wear a different one."
"I've only been pregnant a few weeks and now I can't even wear a dress to my wedding…how is that fair?" Cameron retreated from the closet holding a flowing, pale pink dress; she held the replacement dress out in irritation.
He had his face scrunched up and was twisting his tie wildly. She idly swayed back and forth behind him.
"So…are you nervous?"
"About what?" He undid his tie to start over.
"Don't do that, don't dodge the question, it's simple, yes or no."
"…Yes"
"Hmm…you're not going to pull a 'runaway groom' on us are you?"
"I think we both know the flaw in that clichéd idea…what the hell is wrong with me, why can't I tie a tie?"
"Well, I think that would be the nerves, besides aren't you supposed to wear a bow tie." She asked taking the opposing tie from her uncle's hands.
"Nobody tells me what I'm supposed to wear these days, I do it all by my self, I'm a big boy now."
"Why don't you just forget about the tie then, go tie-less, Allison isn't wearing a wedding dress, you two will just be slightly untraditional, it suites you."
"So…are you nervous?" Diane adjusted the straps of her white dress and looked expectantly at her friend.
"I'm…not sure. I'm getting married in a few hours and I'm expecting my first child, I'm not sure what to be more nervous about. I never just stood back and thought about it all, but everything's moving really fast." Cameron sighed to herself and fidgeted with her hair, placing it on top of her head in a sort of gracefully messy way.
"Is that a bad thing? Things moving quickly in your relationship, I thought at first you were complaining because it was moving too slow."
"Yeah at first, it takes him a while to warm up to people." She let a grin creep onto her face.
"The doorbell rang."
"My goodness, thank you, I hadn't noticed. This is your house so you should probably do something about it." Angie kicked at her shoes in resentment, she felt high heels were for the insecure and pretty, but she had to look the part so the shoes were necessary.
"But its my wedding day, it's my day, I get to be lazy today. Now go forth minion, answer the door."
Angela rolled her earthy green eyes; there were far too many ways to sarcastically correct his comments. She abandoned the shoes and her uncle's room to answer the door. Upon being let in, Dr. James Wilson shrugged off his coat and turned to her.
"Hey, don't give me that look, I know that look, everything is fine."
"It is, I'm just not sure that your decision not to tell him was the best one." The doctor hung his coat and placed his hands on his hips.
"Spectacular timing Jimmy, don't you think today is kind of an inappropriate day to be discussing this? You look nice by the way." Wilson managed to tie his tie without trouble.
"Uh, thank you. You can't just avoid the situation by changing the subject, you know. And you look…you're not wearing any pants."
"Ok hair, makeup, dress, flowers, bridesmaid. My parents, sister and coworkers will be meeting me there…what am I forgetting?"
"Your groom, perhaps?" Diane offered with a shrug.
"No, his best man and niece are responsible for him. At least I don't have to worry about that for a while yet." Allison Cameron picked up a bag and left her friend's apartment to head off to her wedding. She'd come early that morning to get ready and talk, she didn't believe in bad luck at seeing the bride before the wedding, she did believe that before then they would both need their space.
"Ah, yes, and if you speak of the 'situation' to anyone I'll have to sue your pants off." Wilson opened his mouth, but was interrupted before any sound could come out.
"Hey, you're here, let's go before I change my mind." House started for the door, but paused in front of Angela. "You look tired, and pale."
"Yeah, love you too. Are Grandma and Grandpa going to be there?" Angie stated, walking out the door in front of him.
"I'd assume so, today is a very special day for them, their baby boy is finally getting married, very sentimental."
"Right…oh my shoes!" Angela ran back into the house in her bare feet to retrieve her dress shoes.
House shook his head, "Did they perform some kind of lobotomy on the kid when she was in the hospital?"
"You've never forgotten your keys?" Wilson asked pointedly.
"Not in the lock, she was barefoot, I swear she'd forget her name if it wasn't for everyone yelling it at her."
"Its nice to see you have such confidence in her."
"I don't have complete confidence in anyone. I respect her, trust her and have confidence in her, she knows that."
"Ok you two shut up about me and get in the car. Go before I bring out the whip." Angie hopped on her foot while slipping her last shoe on the other, rushing toward the car. She made it into the car safely only tripping on the skirt of her dress once, but never falling.
A/N: I'm sure you all can guess what's coming next. Hopefully you still like the story and will review for me.