June 14th, 1995

"Eat it," Cedric said, pushing the plate closer to her.

"I told you, I hate turkey!" she pouted, pushing the plate away from herself.

"Eeeeeeat iiiiiiit!" he exclaimed, pushing the plate back to her.

"Fine! I'll eat it!" she exclaimed, tentatively picking up the turkey and making a face before biting some off.

She chewed and swallowed before smiling and taking another bite. Cedric clapped and cheered. "Alleluia, she has a stomach!" he exclaimed.

"Shut up," she mumbled before moving to some of the other food on her plate. Cedric had slowly been getting her to eat more and more food.

"When's the next task again?" she asked, inhaling the rest of her food.

"A week from tomorrow," he told her.

"My parents and yours are staying here that weekend...they'll be thrilled out of their minds to hear about us." Bridgette smiled and gazed dreamily down at the diamond ring on her finger.

Cedric smiled at her, leaning over and kissing her softly. He had asked her to marry him during Spring Break; they both decided to stay at the castle instead of going home, figuring they'd have more alone time.

"I'm not hungry anymore," she said, setting down her fork. "We should go practice some more, you can never be too prepared."

"Darling...I'll be fine. I don't even know what's going to be inside the maze," Cedric said, setting his hand on top of hers.

"I know," she mumbled, smiling up at him. She leaned across the table and kissed him softly. "Let's go outside, it's a beautiful day, I wouldn't want to waste it," she said, standing up.

Cedric smiled up at her and stood up, wrapping his arm around her waist as they made their way outside and over to a spot of grass by the lake.

"Bee, I have something that I've been meaning to give you for a while," he said as they sat down on the soft grass.

"What is it?" Bridgette asked, laying her head on his chest so that both of their bodies combined make an L in the grass.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a letter. "If...if I don't make it out of the third task..." he began.

She sat up and looked him straight in the eyes, shaking her head. "Don't think like that Ced," she said softly.

"I know Bee, but...just take this, it won't open unless...unless something really bad happens," Cedric said, pressing the letter into her hand.

She turned the letter over in her hands and sighed. She didn't say anything, just threw her arms around him and a tight hug.

"I love you," she mumbled into his hair.

"I love you too," he whispered.

"Let's get off this subject...it's depressing," Bridgette said, laughing shakily as she returned to her position with her head on his chest.

"Yeah," he laughed, stroking her hair softly. "Hey, I'm curious, did you ever tell you parents about what happened between us?" he asked.

"Nope," Bridgette said, staring up at the blue sky above her, "Why...did you tell yours?"

"Not straight out saying that we broke up but...they were suspicious that I didn't mention you in my letters," he told her.

"Oh, well if they're suspicious, they probably told my mum and dad," Bridgette said, frowning and rolling over onto her stomach.

"I don't think we should worry about it though...I'm sorry, I was just a little curious," he said, pulling her back over to him.

"It's alright, you don't have to apologize," Bridgette said, grabbing a blade of grass and twirling it around in her fingers.

She laughed a little and he smiled curiously at her. "What is it?" he asked. She shook her head and smiled.

"Nothing...just thinking about things...a little over two years ago I hated you," she said. "And now...we're getting married!"

"Yeah...there was a time a long time ago, back when you were dating Brent, that I was sure I'd never be with you," Cedric said softly.

"I couldn't imagine not being with you," she whispered. "It's like...everything before I met you was a dream and I'm finally waking up."

Cedric smiled softly before slowly getting up and pulling her up with him, their hands coming together and their fingers twining immediately, it just came naturally to them. She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"I have a question to ask you," she whispered, her face still inches from his as they stood there.

"Ask away," he said, smiling.

"Well...it's crossed my mind several times since we've been together...and even more in the last week or two..." Bridgette began.

"I'm listening," he told her as she paused.

"How would you feel about...children?" she asked.

"You mean...us having children?" Cedric asked.

"No, you and Cho," she said sarcastically, smiling a little. "Of course us."

"I've always thought about it of course, but I never knew where you stood on the subject," Cedric said softly.

"To be honest, I've never wanted anything more," she told him.

"Well then, of course I want to have children with you, I want to have lots and lots of babies with you, and we can live in a big house in the country with a big yard," Cedric said, grinning at her.

"Now, just how many children are you thinking Mr?" Bridgette asked, laughing.

"As many as possible," he said, his grin growing wider. "You have no idea how happy I am that you brought it up...I never would have had the courage."

"So we would've just been like 30 and having had no kids then huh?" Bridgette asked, "Oh, and remember, if I have a bazillion kids, I'm probably going to turn into a fat, cranky old woman."

"I would still love you," he told her, kissing her passionately.

"You say that now," she moaned out.

"But it's true," he said. "I will always, always, always love you."

"If you say so," Bridgette replied, smiling.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. "We should start trying for one now," he whispered in her ear.

"Cedric, now?" she asked quietly.

"Well, we won't have any time to ourselves once our parents get here," he said. "All they'll want to talk about is wedding plans."

"So...now?" Bridgette asked again.

"Yeah," Cedric replied quietly.

"Well then," Bridgette replied, kissing him back.

He smiled and took her hand, leading her back to the castle.

"I don't even know if the time is right for me," Bridgette told him as they emerged into the busy hallways, everyone else heading for dinner.

"If you want to wait, that's no problem, we've got our whole lives together," he said.

"I...I want to at least wait until we're out of school Cedric," she said softly, looking up at him.

"That's fine," he replied, smiling and kissing her softly. "Let's go practice before dinner, like you said, gotta be prepared," he continued, dragging her up the stairs.

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"If you call that practice, I can't wait until we aren't practicing," Bridgette said, giggling as she lay on top of Cedric. A part of her knew that what they were just doing WASN'T practicing, it was the real thing.

"Hey, this is your fault...We were supposed to be practicing for the tournament but you just jumped on me!" he exclaimed, smiling.

"I could resist, especially with you all shirtless doing pushups," she said, grinning seductively at him, "Just who could resist that?"

"Not you, that's for sure," he said, grinning and kissing her.

"At the rate we're going, we're going to be able to populate a small country by the time I'm 40," Bridgette said, laughing softly and sitting up, her body straddling his waist.

He took her face in his hands, kissing her passionately. "Several small countries," she moaned, feeling his hardness against her leg.

He rolled her over, his hand caressing her face softly as he positioned himself securely above her. His hand slowly made its way down the side of her body until it got to her leg, hoisting it up around his waist.

She kissed him passionately as they "practiced" some more.