Okey-dokey! Here's another chapter...
"Quit twitching! I can't get your hair right if you're not going to be still." Catherine spoke through gritted teeth as she tried for the tenth - no, make that fifteenth - time to style Sara's hair. "Yeah, that's it." She stood back and smiled as she admired her own handiwork. "Oh, Sara, honey, you're gorgeous."
Sara smiled and looked at the floor. "Thank you for doing this, Catherine. I know we've had our differences, but you're a good friend."
Catherine smiled tightly. "Don't break his heart, Sara. He loves you more than you'll ever know. Don't do this if you aren't serious about making it be forever. If you don't love him, if this is just about the baby don't go through with it. He deserves to be loved right back. Anything less will take him apart one piece at a time."
Sara squeezed Catherine's hand. "You don't need to worry, Catherine. I wouldn't marry a man I didn't love."
Catherine sighed. "I wasn't sure."
"Be sure. I'll take good care of him. I promise."
"Greg, you are such a spaz! Quit walking! I can't get this flower thingy pinned on you if you don't stop pacing."
"Someone forgot their Valium this morning." Warrick grinned first at Greg, then at Nick. "Two someones, as a matter of fact."
"Shut up, Warrick. You aren't helping matters any."
Warrick sighed. "Be still, Greg. The sooner he pins you the sooner you can get married. The sooner you get married the sooner you can get to your wedding night."
Greg stopped pacing. "Attaboy!" Nick bit his lip and secured the flower. "There, now was that so bad?"
"Yes. No." He pulled at his collar. "Is Sara here?"
"Yeah, I saw her as I came in. Don't worry, man. She hasn't stood you up."
"I guess as your best man I'm supposed to remind you at this point that if you want to bail now's the time." Nick grinned at Greg. "In an hour you'll be a hanged man."
"Get real." Greg looked in the mirror. "My hair looks stupid."
"You can't get married looking like a cockatoo, so normal-looking hair will have to do." Nick pushed down an errant piece in the back. "There. Perfect!"
Warrick smirked. "So do we need to advise you on what to do on your wedding night?"
Greg shot him a sour glance. "No, I think I have that part under control." He looked around. "Where's Katie?"
"Your Mom has her, remember?" Nick glanced in the mirror and smoothed his own short hair. "She's in good hands."
"Don't bother. You don't have enough hair for it to get unruly."
"Hey, I'm your best man. You want me to look good for you, don't you?"
"So what do you think of your future in-laws?" Catherine was working on Sara's makeup as she talked to her.
"Very nice, actually. They sort of surprised me a little, though." "What do you mean?" "His Mom told me she's been expecting this for close to four years. That sort of surprised me a little."
Catherine shrugged. "He's had it bad for you since the day you two met. I assumed you realized that."
Sara shook her head. "I knew he had a crush on me for a while there, but I never thought..." She shrugged and trailed off. "I'm not the kind of girl men fall madly in love with. I'm more the hopeless geekette who falls head over heels over a guy who doesn't know she's alive. It never occurred to me he might love me. I'm really not all that lovable."
Catherine's voice was warm and kind. "That's not true. I know one man who would tell you otherwise. You're his heart's desire, Sara, and because of you his dreams are coming true today - in about fifteen minutes, as a matter of fact."
Dr. Al Robbins fidgeted as a heavyset, sweet-faced woman adjusted his bow tie. "Just another moment, Al. You're giving the girl away. You can't walk up there all lopsided. "There! You're gorgeous." She deposited a quick peck on his lips.
"Ah, Jan. Always making me look like a better man than I could ever be. Do you remember our wedding day?"
She smiled and stroked his furry cheek. "Of course I remember. Thirty years isn't that long, and it's one of my favorite memories."
He chuckled. "I stood at the end of that aisle on my own good legs as your father walked you up there to me. I remember thinking even angels couldn't be as breathtaking as you were that day. I still think that, Jan." He looked at her hands and paused. "Then there was the accident. We were still newlyweds, it was less than a month after our wedding. Fate swooped down, and suddenly I wasn't the man you married any more. I have often wondered if you ever wished you'd said no."
She pulled him down into a deep kiss. "Never," she whispered. "Not even for a second. You ARE the same man. You just have different legs."
"Okay, now lets go over this. Something old?"
"Earrings."
"Something new?"
Sara held up one foot. "Shoes."
"Something borrowed?"
"Your bracelet."
"Something blue."
Sara looked up. "I don't have anything blue."
"Well, let's just try to fix that problem, shall we?" She grinned. "I've got it." She reached in her purse and withdrew a blue Bic lighter.
Sara shook her head. "Catherine, that's a lighter."
"It's blue."
"But it's a disposable Bic lighter. What am I going to do, wear it in my hair?"
"It's blue, and you need blue. Put it in your bra."
"I do not believe I'm getting married with a butane lighter between my boobs. " She stuffed the offending item in her bodice. "Okay, so now we're covered?"
"Yes, ma'am we are. And I do believe it's show time. " Catherine looked at her watch, then swung open the dressing room door.
Dr. Robbins was standing only a few feet away. "Care to take a walk?" He offered his arm. As she took it, the music began.