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When Sydney and Vaughn finally got up and out of bed on Sunday the first thing they headed for was the coffee.

"Oh," Sydney groaned as she sank into the couch, mug in hand. "I haven't had a night out like that for so long."

"You know," Vaughn was saying as he sat beside her. "We are just confirming everybody's belief that we're just a boring couple. Look at the two of us!"

Sydney laughed. "I don't know about you, but I was not boring last night…I think. My memories are vague, but I remember…" she trailed off. "Oh my god. I ran into Noah last night."

She could feel Vaughn stiffen slightly. "Really?"

"Yeah." She laughed softly. "I was kind of tipsy by that point. I literally ran into him."

"So did you speak?"

"Sort of. I told him I was getting married." She paused, taking a mouthful of coffee. "He actually remembered you."

"Me?" Vaughn was surprised.

"Yeah, and then he wished us all the best for the future and went." She looked directly at Vaughn. "He actually sounded sincere. It was so weird."

Vaughn let out a laugh as he ran a hand down the side of her face. "He's probably just realized what he gave up. It must have dawned on him just how stupidly he behaved."

Sydney smiled. "You think?"

"I know."

"I'll be late tonight," Sydney said to Vaughn Monday morning. "I have to go by Tessa's to pick up the dresses."

Vaughn's face lit up. "So will I be getting a sneak peek at this dress before the big day?"

"Not a chance." Sydney grabbed her bag off the bench. "You are not going to be seeing me in that gown until I show you up at the gardens on the nineteenth…and before you even think about it, Francie will be baby-sitting until the wedding. There is no way you are going to see it.

Vaughn pouted playfully and Sydney laughed, leaning in to kiss him.

"You'll be seeing it soon enough."

"So, are you and Syd doing anything for Valentine's?" Weiss asked Vaughn as he drove the two of them to their hockey game Tuesday night.

"Huh?" Vaughn replied blankly.

"You know, Valentine's Day. February 14th? The day that florists live for? Next Monday?"

"Oh right." Vaughn shook his head. "I don't think we'll be doing anything."

"You're not turning slack on me, Vaughn, are you?"

"In case you've forgotten, I happen to be getting married five days after Valentine's. Forgive me if Sydney and I have decided to focus on that instead."

Weiss shook his head as he came to a stop at a red light. "This wedding has come up so quickly. It seems like yesterday that you were flailing about like some poncy dancer."

"Excuse me," Vaughn said indignantly. "But I did not 'flail', thank you very much."

"Yeah right. Ainsley told me about your lessons. And I saw her bruised toes. Real smooth, Vaughn, real smooth."

"Is there anything else that you want to rag on me about?" Vaughn asked as Weiss accelerated off.

"Nah, that's all for tonight," Weiss replied. "I need you in a good mood so you play well and so we can win."

"Good to know that you have my best interests at heart." Vaughn said.

"Always Vaughn," Weiss laughed. "Always."

They fell into a silence until Weiss pulled into a car park at the hockey rink.

"Vaughn," Weiss said as they headed inside.

"What?"

"Are you nervous?"

"About what?"

"About getting married."

Vaughn looked at him. "I'm not nervous. Why would I be nervous?"

Weiss shrugged. "I don't know. You just hear people talking about wedding jitters and stuff like that."

"Well, not me." Vaughn replied firmly as he felt a slight flutter in his stomach.

"Ugh," Sydney dropped onto her desk chair Wednesday lunchtime.

Dixon looked up, smiling. "Did you have the year eights?"

Sydney nodded. "I'm just thankful that they are horrible to everybody, because otherwise I would seriously be reconsidering my career."

"Ah, Syd, you're a brilliant teacher." Dixon said. "Nobody has a chance with that form. Not even Hannibal Lector could instil fear into those kids."

Sydney smiled. "Thanks."

"So," Dixon leaned back into his chair. "How are you doing?"

"How do you mean?"

"With everything. Because I know how I was in the weeks leading up to mine and Diane's wedding. A regular bag of nerves."

"I can imagine," Sydney said, unwrapping her sandwich. "But I'm doing fine. No nerves, just excitement."

"Really?" Dixon's eyes rose slightly.

"Yes, really." Sydney said firmly, feeling a small flutter in the pit of her stomach.

"Well," Sydney hung up the phone and tossed her pen down. Walking across to the kitchen bench, she sat down on a stool and watched Vaughn as he stirred something on the stove. "That's everything."

"Everything what?" Vaughn asked absentmindedly as he seasoned the sauce.

"Everything is planned. That was the car company, confirming our booking. There is nothing else that we need to do."

Vaughn looked up. "Except show up."

Sydney waved her hand. "Minor detail."

With a small laugh, Vaughn turned back to the stove. Sydney didn't move, the conversation with Dixon was playing on her mind. It was bugging her and she couldn't deny it.

"Vaughn."

"Yeah?"

"I was talking with Dixon today. He was telling me about the lead up to his wedding." She paused. "He said that he was really nervous- a bad case of the wedding jitters."

Vaughn's head shot up. "He did?"

"Yeah, and he was asking me if I was feeling the same way."

"Weiss was asking me the same thing last night."

Sydney leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. "So…are you?"

Vaughn switched the heat off and then turned to face Sydney. "I thought I wasn't, but…"

"When the subject was raised…" Sydney trailed off as Vaughn's face broke into a grin.

"You too, hey?"

"A little," Sydney admitted and then sat up straight. "But this isn't a bad thing, is it?"

Vaughn reached across the bench and clasped her hand. "Of course not. Nerves can be good. It's like when you get nervous before a big sporting final."

Sydney's eyebrows rose. "Vaughn, are you comparing our wedding to a hockey game?"

"Not just any hockey game," Vaughn replied. "A hockey final, Syd."

"Oh well, then I guess that's ok then." Sydney smiled.

Francie looked over the restaurant Monday evening and for the first time in ages felt a pang on loneliness. It was Valentine's Day and the dining room was filled to the brim with couples. For the first time since she and Will had split up, she wanted a companion. Not like the flings that she'd had over the past couple of years, but something substantial, something real.

"Hey Francie!"

She looked over to see Weiss and Ainsley walking through the door. Perplexed, she glanced down. The restaurant was booked solid with couples that night and neither Weiss nor Ainsley's name was in the books.

"Hey guys. I didn't realize that you were coming. I would have kept a table for you."

"Oh, we booked." Ainsley said. "Eric thought that it would be funny to get a reservation under the name Houdini."

Francie looked down again and laughed. Sure enough Houdini was written in front of her."

"Come on," she led them towards their table. "If you need anything just ask…within reason, Eric," she added after a second thought.

"Smart call, Fran," Ainsley laughed, picking up her menu. Francie smiled and walked off.

"Why is it that everybody thinks I'm either going to do something stupid, embarrassing or completely out of line?"

"Because," Ainsley said, smiling sweetly. "Those three things tend to sum you up thoroughly."

"And here you are by my side," Weiss replied. "So what does that make you?"

'Insane." She grinned and shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? I like a guy who is stupid, embarrassing and out of line."

Weiss's brow furrowed. "I don't know whether to be chuffed or annoyed."

"Go with chuffed." Ainsley patted his hand. "I love you, Eric."

His face broke into a wide grin. "I love you, too."

A/N: Only five more chapters to go...