The wedding was great. Very… weddingy. Jesse looked very dashing in his tux. Like he doesn't always. It was a beautiful reception. All ELEVEN of us had a great time. It was great seeing Cee and Adam again. They were the cutest couple ever. With the exception of me and Jesse, of course. And maybe Claire and Tim. And probably Mia and Michael. A/N: wait… the princess diaries can't exist in the same dimension as… cross that last one. And maybe Jess and Rob. A/N: I know, I know, but I couldn't resist! But scratch that one too. Obviously I would describe the wedding in more detail, but it's really much more small-talk than any important events. It got interesting once we got into the hotel room for our "honeymoon." I won't bore you with the details… or interest you, as the case me be, but one incident bears repeating. We had just gotten into the room, I immediately flopped onto the bed, took one look at Jesse, and burst out laughing. I know, not exactly proper honeymoon etiquette, but as I had been looking, the tuxedo had vanished in a glow of white light. There was a sound of mad giggles outside and a knock at the door, then footsteps running away. There was a note pushed under the door. It read "Jesse's clothes are out here. You're welcome. –G, C, and T" Jesse insisted that he didn't find it funny, but he was doing a bad job of stifling a smile. Anyway, the rest went as you might expect a honeymoon to go. Ahem. Yes. Anyway.

That night, I had a freakish dream. But it stood out in my memory.

"OK, Jesse," I say. "Now we're married. Now I want a baby. Who can give me a baby?"

Jesse's ears get all pointy and he giggles like an elf. There's suddenly a long line of men waving at me. Really long. I think it's every man in New York. Jesse grins and skips along the line of men with his hand out going through everyone in the line. Finally he hits something and falls flat on his back. The man steps out of the line. I wake up.

For some reason when I woke up, the first thing I did was look at Jesse's ears. They weren't pointy. They were very nice. For ears.Then I woke up a little more. I started wondering…

Suddenly, I'm outside… Jesse and Paul are mud-wrestling in Speedos… wait… that isn't mud… that's… chocolate? Oooohh… Unfortunately, I wake up.

What on Earth could that mean? A/N: I know what it means… See, I believe, as you can see in my profile, that every fan fic should have Jesse and Paul wrestling in chocolate wearing speedos. But in this story, the only way was to put it in a dream… :sighs: Anyway, now some Jesse for you.

Jesse's POV

Well, aside from the somewhat embarrassing, admittedly humorous incident with the tuxedo, the honeymoon went fantastically. After we… well… after Susannah went to sleep, she was muttering, and when she woke up, she seemed to be looking at my ears… but aside from that… Well, it was good to finally feel like what we were doing was within the contract of marriage. Anyway. In the morning, she went out to see her clothes-stealing friends for a bit. I didn't see why this was necessary, but she said it was "girl stuff" and left me with Tim. Sometimes, I can't understand her at all… But she came back after about an hour or two, and then we got back to… well… honeymooning. Then she said she was going to shower. After the water stopped, there was some time and then, my worst fear, a scream. It wasn't just the fact that she'd screamed which lent scene a nightmarish quality… It was what she screamed.

"SLATER!" There was a loud thud.

A/N: OK, guys, I know you're thinking, "again, Emily? How many times r u gonna do dat same ting? You brought him all the way to cali4nia just 2 repeat this overused plot device?" and so I say "wow, u suddenly got articul8 halfway thru the sentence… amaaazing!" But I ALSO say "all shall be xplained, and the 1 thing u can't call me is "repetitive". Well, you can, but it just shan't b tru! At least not for this… I wonder if I've managed 2 lose any readers over all this? I think I'll post the next chappy, just to make sure… oh, btw, it's May 31, 2005. Oh, next chapter is short… but really close to the end!

Later: OK, i HAVE to get some flames for that may '05 thing. Come on. I'd flame me for that. I figure one flame per reader should average out to... one review. :-( but it's my own fault.