Authors Note: I own nothing. No ownership rights to Beverly Hills 90210.

Chapter Thirty-Five

You could have dropped a pin and it would have sounded like a fucking alarm as it touched the ground, I think everyone stopped breathing. The Pit was noiseless.

The anger was gradually leaving Dylan's eyes and he was quickly realising what he had done.

I had the weirdest desire to laugh, the vibration was building inside of my chest. I didn't know if it was from the shock, the fact that the finish line was so close and Tony Miller about to kiss the back of my hand derailed it. The look upon my husband's face. The fact that no one was breathing, practically the whole senior class was stunned silent. And then I caught sight of Steve, behind the video camera filming this moment and I couldn't stop it, I giggled.

Dylan's shock was broken by the sound and he folded his arms in mock sternness, clearly not knowing what was going on in my head but wanting to be let in on the joke. It made me laugh louder.

"Baby?"

I breathe deep and try and regain my composure. Dylan just lifts his brow in question. I take one more breath and then point to Steve, "we didn't have a wedding video I think we now have the funniest one ever."

He laugh's but it's quickly hidden under the loud clearing of Brandon's throat and the beginnings of the shocked whispers stirring up, I guess I'd just confirmed it. Dylan and I would never deny who we were to each other not directly, we'd speak around it but we wouldn't deny the places we hold, once he said it there was no take backs.

"Bren you got married? When? No it's impossible you couldn't have." Brandon at least tried to whisper his confused questions though it was pointless. All eyes were bouncing between Dylan and I, and their ears were open desperate for the gossip of the year, the room was once again drawn to silence.

Though Kelly wasn't so quiet. "Oh my god Dylan's ring in the hospital."

Brandon's eyes shift to the shocked blonde, "what ring?" He looks at my husband, "Dylan you actually got married married? This isn't just some weird hippy crystal marriage that Iris did?"

Brandon never called Dylan by his given name, the two had long developed a love of the nickname for each other. My husband would have absolutely taken notice of the name change but he chooses to ignore it and instead tries to reduce the tension with humour, "Jones that's on film, my mother is going to know you said that."

"That's what you took from that? Dylan you married my seventeen year old sister?"

Okay so we clearly weren't going to laugh our way out of this one. Dylan must pick up on that as he begins to move around the counter. "Yes I did. We decided that we didn't see the point in waiting when we knew it's what we both wanted."

"I'll tell you the point how about waiting till she could legally do it? You may have been emancipated but Bren isn't, she needs either our parents or the courts to agree to a marriage in California if she is under eighteen."

We meet each other near the counter and he simply kisses my forehead before slightly turning me to stand in front of him, as he lifts my hair to the side I hear him whisper to me, "sorry I didn't stay calm." Understatement of the year.

He then continues to speak to my brother as I feel my chain being pulled up from under my top. "We didn't get married in California. France has different age laws around marriage, we decided to take advantage of them while we were there." My chain falls back clasped around my neck with just my piece of the heart dangling over my top.

As Dylan slides my rings on my finger I hear the whispers, I'm not sure if it's because my husband is a fucking romantic and was demonstrating it for all to see or because they could see the sparkle of my engagement ring. "How? When did you go to Paris you were here all summer I saw you nearly everyday-" Dylan puts my hand down after laying a kiss above my rings and answers Brandon even before he had finished his question.

"Except for when we bunkered down in the bungalow when Jack first arrived."

"So your Dad gets out and you what quickly fly to Paris to marry my sister, just like that?" My brother in his shock and in his outrage was doing a great impression of my Dad.

"No I flew to Paris because I missed my girl, and because I needed her to help me choose which house we should buy. I wasn't going to make that choice-"

I had turned back to face Dylan, as I was releasing his ring I make a mocking sound at his words. He stops speaking to Brandon and instead looks down at me, "wife am I telling the story wrong?"

"I just think we should be clear, you didn't want to make the choice at all. Your aversion to shopping knows no bounds."

"An aversion you have done your best to break, how many times was I sent back to the same furniture store because you found something else that we had to have?"

"Oh my god it was three times two months ago, you really need to let it go."

Some guy on the soccer team standing a few feet away calls out, "crap you are married you sound just like my parents."

Dylan at I look at each other and try not to laugh at the comment as I push his ring on his finger. He leans down then and smiles before whispering for my ears only, though I'm sure everyone hears, "that's better."

Our kiss is interrupted by my brother clearing his throat.

"I don't need the visual I know you two are in love and I know how you both love to mock bicker, what I don't know is how you ended up married in Paris." As he says it he must spin to look at Donna, "were you there? Did you attend the wedding?"

"No I didn't even know Dylan was there. Bren and I shared a room all summer… wait it was our last full weekend there you got that great deal to go on a tour, it was then right?"

I turn to face my friend, my husband wraps his arms around me lacing our left hands together over my stomach. "Yeah Dylan surprised me that morning with a visit, and then surprised me that night with some questions. Sorry Donna we didn't want you to have to lie to my parents for us so we lied to you, we thought at least then you couldn't get dragged into it when they found out."

"Jim's going to lose it." Steve had yet to drop the camera obviously seeing a perfect moment to capture. His prediction was heard even through the device; that should add something really special to the wedding video.

Brandon ignores his friend not wanting to worry about our parents yet, I know he needs to get this all sorted in his head first. "That was two months ago, you've been married for two months and you didn't-"

I squeeze Dylan's hands indicating this one was for me, it was a twin hurt. "We discussed it a lot but every time it came back to putting you in the middle between Mum and Dad and us, we didn't want to do that to you."

"So you keep me in the dark about a life altering matter?" The hurt is thick. He runs his hand through his hair slightly ruining the perfection he strives for, "who knew?"

"No one B, except the people who arranged it and the judge who presided over it in Paris. Stateside it was just our lawyer who obviously needed to be made aware of it, and then my parents recently found out-"

"Of course your wife is your emergency contact she needed to make the decisions-"

"She was always listed on the insurance information as my contact but yeah my parents would still have trumped her legally as my next of kin, it was one of the items I had our lawyer fix as soon as we returned. My wife is the only one who can make those decisions so Dad and Mum found out that night. Dad found out as Bren insisted on travelling with me in the ambulance."

"And what did they say? I know they love you both together but they-"

"B. My parents get us, they get that this is natural for both of us, and I think you get that too brother. I think you realised that this between your sister and I was different from the get go."

My twin stares blankly and the two of us and then nods, he knew what this was. He at times has both feared it and loved it. "I'm still angry."

I release my husband and launch myself at my brother, "Iris is insisting on having a wedding for us soon, you can still give me away-"

He pulls back from our hug, "I'm pretty angry it may be more like throwing you away."

Dylan walks up to us then with his cheshire cat smile, "Jones there will be no throwing of Mrs McKay-"

"Shit. You aren't a Walsh twin anymore."

"I'll always be your Minnesota twin even if I've moved up the alphabetical class list."

He looks at me then with so much worry. "They are going to lose their minds, Baja is going to be child's play next to this."

"Yeah they are." I turn to my husband, "I don't think our schedule is going to work now..." to make my point I look around at the room, that was still mainly silent except for some groups whispering. "We need to tell them tonight or first thing tomorrow." He nod's, "can you call the lawyer and then can you call your parents, actually can I stand next to you when you do that- Jack's going to be hilarious in his lecture at you."

He groans, "Baby he loves you more can you call him?"

"Nope, and he doesn't but he's going to be so funny in his parenting lecture."

He kisses my head, groans and begins to move back to the phone, "his parenting style is unique. He better not do this with his grandchildren."

My brother instantly stares at me, "you aren't?"

"Of course not. I think one bombshell announcement at a time is all that is required, and no us getting married had nothing to do with us feeling obliged to do it because of a pregnancy or anything else. Honestly, he gave me options of how he would like our future to be, he was ready for all this. I was ready too. Dylan's an old soul and he's lived more life in his eighteen years than most, he knows exactly what he wants for our future."

"What about you? You aren't just going along-"

"Brandon I'm still me. I'm still stubborn and know what I want. You looked at me in that hospital, you know I'm thinking clearly about this. Nothing Dylan and I have done, well besides him losing his calm tonight has been reckless and has not been well thought through. We discuss everything, we made sure that we had figured out how to communicate made sure that there was no concerns, no hesitations. We know being young and our parents are going to complicate this so we made sure we were ready to deal with that head on. Now I think my husbands plan for this was that you and I got one celebration that didn't get taken over by us, and we clearly have failed in that but maybe we should at least bring the cakes out back get them cut up and try and celebrate a little before I have to go and share my wonderful news with our parents?"

By the time we got back from dropping the cakes out the back for cutting up, and from Nat's congratulations and then worried lecture of keeping this from my parents- I assured him they would know immediately, the music was back on and the gang had commandeered a table. They had been quiet during the whole encounter but you could see the questions and feel the shock radiating off them. Steve was the first to break the ice.

"Dylan's possessive attitude makes sense but not his jealousy, what's had his underwear in knots over us hanging out? Like I know I'm a catch but you'd think putting a ring on it would have made him less worried."

I smile and look down at Steve, "we both have struggled at times being forced apart, it's not a jealousy that we think either of us would get our eye's turned by someone else. Dylan and I believe in the sanctity of marriage we promised a commitment that neither of us see as breakable, we wouldn't let anyone come between us or disrespect each other like that. He's-"

"My wife is trying to say I've been fucking annoyed that you get more of her time than I do. I want it all." As his arms slip around me I turn my head and smile.

"Everything sorted?"

He kisses the tip of my nose, "the lawyer thinks tonight is best. He is ready to come over with the legal proof if we want him to. Mum's chewed me out a little, thinks I should meditate with her and Dad in the morning so I don't lose my head like this again. Dad was mad until I said what specifically set me off, he understood then. He said any man that would even think about touching his wife would have been dealt with. They both got into their normal argument about McKay men being cave men… anyway they are on their way. Once they get here we will go see your parents."

"Was it really romantic? Knowing you two I bet it was? What did you wear?" As I turned back to the table I could see Donna had a dreamy look on her face.

"Yes it was Don, it was just after midnight, and I wore my long silver slip dress."

"It was the Napoleonic Code of 1804 right? that was what you married under."

I nod but Dylan answers Andrea, "yeah a woman of fifteen can decide to marry there. It's difficult though to organise as they don't usually grant foreigners the right to marry." Dylan does not say that he needed both the McKay name and his mothers madden name to open the door to make it happen.

"Was it in French?"

I look at Kelly she still had that stunned look on her face, she looks a little small. I guess she is realising that whatever she secretly hoped had toyed with the idea of, none of it was possible. She didn't make a move not a real one, she just tried to get a little closer to him- can you cut someone off, destroy a friendship because they were tempted? Coveted what you had? I didn't know and I guess in the weeks to come I'd try and figure it out. I smile though and respond to her question, "yes."

"And Iris wants to throw a proper wedding here?"

It's Dylan who tenses at proper, was she inferring that because it didn't have the bells and whistles of the big white dress and reception it wasn't real? "Yeah my Mum wants a celebration to see a repeat of our choices, Bren and I don't mind it was never about the wedding for us, the declaration of our choices and the marriage that comes after has always been our priority."

"Choices?" she tilts her head.

I look over my shoulder at my husband and answer while looking at him, "in France you don't vow you declare your choice. Everything in the marriage is given freely, you choose this-"

"I chose Bren, I'll always choose her. She's my first, my only, my every choice."