Note: Alright this chapter's full of fluff but that's just to show how happy and in love Roger and Maureen were. Lots of drama to come. Enjoy!

1982

Maureen thought she'd have butterflies. Instead, she stared down the alter at Roger waiting with the minister, his hands clasped in front of him, and felt a peace wash over her. Her eyes locked on his as she and her father made their way up to the front of the chapel.

Her father stopped. He lifted the veil to kiss her cheek and dropped it again. Turning, he shook Roger's hand, then took Maureen's hand and slipped it into Roger's.

"I love you," Roger mouthed.

"I love you too," she mouthed back.

The chapel was less than half-full. Roger's parents sat on one side with his brother and sister-in-law. Maureen's parents sat on the other side with her grandparents. The wedding party was almost non-existent. Roger's best friend and Maureen's younger sister served as best man and maid of honor. Roger's niece acted as flower girl.

"…And so, by the powers vested in me by the state of Pennsylvania, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss—"

Roger flipped the veil up and kissed her, dipping her backwards for dramatic effect. His brother whistled. They pulled apart, Maureen blushing.

"The bride," the minister finished with a laugh. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's my pleasure to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Roger Davis."

"That's the last box," Roger said, dropping it on the floor.

Maureen smiled and kissed his sweaty forehead. "Thanks, babe."

"Hey, what about me?"

Maureen smiled over at her brother-in-law. "Thank you, Mike."

"Welcome. I gotta head out, though. Told Karen I'd be home for dinner."

"Later," Roger said.

"Bye."

"Thanks for all your help, Mike," Maureen said.

"You're welcome. See you kids later."

When he was gone, Roger's hands grabbed Maureen's hips and dragged her back to the couch. She fell into his lap, giggling.

"Baby! You're all sweaty!" she laughed, squirming.

"Maybe we should get you all sweaty too," he said.

Roger lay down on the couch, holding her on top of him. She laughed but leaned down and kissed him.

"You, Mr. Davis, are impossible."

Roger laughed and tilted his head to kiss the tip of her nose. "Yeah, but you love me anyway, Mrs. Davis."

"Maureen! Babe, where are you?"

"In the kitchen," she called.

Roger ran in and caught her around the waist. He spun her around.

"Roger!" she laughed. "What's—"

"We got a gig!" he said, setting her down.

"What?"

"The Well-Hungarians. We got a gig!"

"Are you serious?"

Roger nodded and Maureen threw her arms around his neck. "Baby!"

"Manager said if he likes us, he'll hook u s up with a buddy of his who runs a club in New York City!"