Geez, sorry this took me forever. I was in my last week of high school, and now I'm at the beach, so I haven't had time to work on it.

I hope you guys all like it!


"So can you believe that this time tomorrow you'll be Mrs. Hawkins?"

"I know," she sighed happily.

"Are you excited?"

"Yeah," Tabitha mumbled as she absentmindedly fiddled with Jim's fingers.

Jim looked down at her, but was unable to see her facial expression from where he was laying. "You don't sound very excited."

"I am," she insisted, turning to look at him. However, as soon as she finished, she bit her lip and turned her eyes away again.

Jim sighed and sat up. "Okay, what is it?"

"What is what?"

"You keep doing that! Every time I say anything about the wedding, you start acting nervous."

Tabitha blushed.

"See? You're blushing right now!"

"So?"

"So what is it?" he questioned. "Are you just excited, or are you nervous, or scared, or - "

"No, I'm not - " She sighed and sat up, too. "I'm not scared or anything."

"Are you... having doubts?"

Tabitha grabbed the pillow from behind her and hit him with it. "No, I'm not having doubts! Crazy..."

"Well, sorry," Jim replied, grabbing his own pillow and hitting her back. "I still can't believe I lucked out with someone like you."

"You're completely delusional," she rolled her eyes. "You could have any girl in the Etherium."

Jim laughed. "That's not true. I'd never had a girlfriend before I met you, remember?"

"Yeah, but you were only 15, a juvenile delinquent, you hadn't discovered Treasure Planet yet, and you hadn't graduated, with honors, from the most prestigious school around and earned the rank of captain at age 18."

Jim thought for a moment, then smirked. "Hmm, you're right. Maybe I should have tried out a few others before I decided to - Ow!"

Tabitha continued to hit Jim with the pillow. "Girls aren't solar surfers, Jim! You can't 'try us out'!"

"Hey, I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" Jim said, beginning to hit her back with his own pillow now. "Come on, it was a joke! Tabi - " When she still hadn't stopped hitting him, he managed to snatch the pillow from her and she squealed as he pinned her to the bed. Tabitha tried to feign anger that Jim was now laying on top of her, but it was obvious she was having trouble holding back laughter. Jim smirked. "I don't care who I could have had, I didn't want any of them. I want you, and I got you - that's what surprises me."

She smiled. "I'm kind of surprised, too."

Jim quickly kissed her. "You still didn't answer my question."

Tabitha blushed and Jim rolled off of her. "There you go again!" he said, propping his head up on his hand to face her. "What is it? What about the wedding has you so nervous?"

"No, it's not the wedding," she explained. "I mean, not the actual ceremony at least, but... what happens afterward..."

"The reception?"

Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Please tell me I'm not about to marry someone this daft."

Jim laughed. "The honeymoon? What happens on the honeymoon?"

"Yes, that..."

"That's all?"

Tabitha started. "Well, yeah, but... I mean, that's... kind of a big deal..."

"Yeah, of course it is," Jim consoled as he wrapped her in a hug.

"So are you nervous?"

"Not really."

"Not at all?" Tabitha whispered in shock.

"Well, no, I'm..." Jim chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. "You know, I'm mostly just excited."

"Oh," Tabitha muttered, hanging her head.

He caressed her arm. "What is it you're worried about, anyway?"

"I don't know," she sighed. "I... I-I just... I'm..."

Jim frowned and looked at her seriously. "You should be able to talk to me about this. If we can't even talk about sex, then how do you expect us to have sex?"

"It isn't that I can't talk about it, I-I'm just not sure what to say." Her face flushed a deeper shade as she fell against him. "I-I guess I don't know what to expect."

"I don't either," he laughed.

"Isn't it kind of different, though?"

"Yeah, I guess," Jim agreed. "But it's still a new thing for both of us. Look, if you still don't want to when - "

"Oh, no! No, I'm not saying I don't want to! I - " She looked back up at him, flushing when she realized how enthusiastic she'd suddenly sounded. "I'm nervous, but I still really want to..."

Jim smirked. "Then if you're still this nervous when tomorrow night rolls around, we'll just wait. Okay?"

Tabitha's face lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"But doesn't everybody...?"

"It's assumed everyone does, but that doesn't mean we have to."

"So you really don't mind waiting?" she tested.

"No, of course not," he said sincerely.

Tabitha grinned and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Jim laughed and hugged her. "Did you think I was going to refuse? Come on, you know I wouldn't make you uncomfortable like that."

"No, I didn't think that, but... I-I thought you'd be upset, or disappointed, or... something."

Jim sighed and moved back slightly to look into her eyes."Look, Tabitha... I'd be lying if I said I'm not looking forward to making love with you." Her cheeks went rosy again and he chuckled. "I love you, and you're beautiful, but if you're not ready, it's not going to be worth it. We'll take it slow, and if you want to stop, we'll stop. I'm not going to force you just because we're married, no matter how eager I am. We've got the rest of our lives; there's no rush."

"I love you so much," she said as she threw her arms around his neck.

Jim returned the hug. "I love you, too."

"I can't believe how I get to have you."

"Yeah, I guess you got lucky," he teased. She started to smack him with the pillow again, but he stopped her by pulling her lips to his. "You know," he whispered after a moment of intense kissing. "If you're really anxious, we could always practice tonight."

"Ha-ha. Very funny," she said sarcastically, pulling him back to her.

There was a knock at the door. "Jim? Tabitha? Can we come in?"

"Sure, mom," Jim replied, separating from Tabitha.

The door swung open and Sarah and Abigail both entered. "Okay, kids, time to separate," Sarah said.

"What?" the couple said in unison.

"Well you can't very well wake up in the same bed on your wedding day!" Abigail stated. "The groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding."

"What?" Tabitha asked. "Says who?"

"It's tradition, dear," Abigail laughed.

Sarah smiled. "That's right. Come on, Tabitha."

"Aw, mom! Why can't she stay? That's just a stupid superstition," Jim complained.

"It's only one night, Jim!" Sarah laughed.

"Yeah, but - " he began.

"I don't want to - " she started.

"Can't we just - "

"It isn't - "

Both mothers placed their hands firmly on their hips and the two kids sighed. "Fine. I'm coming," Tabitha sighed in disappointment as she stood up.

"Wait," Jim said, grabbing her hand. "Can we have just a minute alone before she leaves?"

The mothers each raised an eyebrow, then turned to look at each other. Abigail sighed. "I suppose. But only a minute! You both need your sleep."

"Okay, thanks."

The door shut, leaving the couple alone once again. "Why did you want - " Her inquiry was abruptly interrupted when Jim placed his hands on the sides of her face and pulled her into a kiss.

Jim grinned as they pulled apart. "I can't tell you how excited I am about tomorrow. All of it, not just the honeymoon." He summed it all up with a quick kiss. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Tabitha's eyes sparkled as she bit her lip to hold back a huge smile. Unable to think of anything to say, she threw her arms around his neck. He returned her embrace, holding her tightly against him.

He placed one last soft kiss on her forehead. "Good night."

"Good night." She walked to the door, then turned back around. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

As Tabita left the room, Jim's mother entered. "How are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Excited. Kind of nervous."

"Completely normal," she smiled. "I'm so happy for you, Jim. You're going to be a wonderful husband to Tabitha, and one day, an amazing father."

Jim's smile faltered. "Wow."

"What is it?"

"Father," he repeated nervously. "That's just... weird."

"Well, there's no rush, but that is the next step."

"Yeah, I know, but... wow," he mumbled as he started to pace. "I hadn't really thought that far ahead. I mean, I have, but only hypothetically. The way you said it made it sound... real, and I'm not ready for that."

"You don't have to be. You've got plenty of time to think about that."

"Getting married this young is one thing, but being a parent? I mean, who wants to have a baby at this age?" Jim immediately froze and turned back to face his mother when he realized what he'd said. "Oh no. Oh, mom, I'm sorry; I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean - "

"Jim - " she said, holding his face with her hands so that he was looking into her eyes. "I know exactly what you meant. It's true - having a baby as young as I did was not the ideal situation, but I wouldn't trade it for anything, because then I wouldn't have you. Don't worry. You and Tabita are nothing like Leland and I. First of all, you're doing things in the right order - marriage, then pregnancy. And second, you two have something we never had. You two were made for each other, and no matter when you have children, you'll both make great parents."

Jim sighed. "Okay, thanks. But I'm still sor - "

Sarah held up a finger to stop him. "Don't apologize." She reached up and gently kissed his forehead. "Now, go to bed. You need your rest."

Even after Jim was alone in the quiet bedroom, he continued to grin like a fool. He laughed at himself and ran his fingers through his hair as he changed into pajamas and laid down in bed. His mind, of course, drifted off to thoughts of tomorrow. He could feel the adrenaline pulsing through his veins as he thought about it, and became certain that he would never be happier. What could possibly make him happier than marrying Tabitha though? Being a father, his mind quickly answered. But it would be a while before he had to think about that. For now, it was only him and Tabitha. No rules, no restraints, no boundaries. Just the two of them, young and in love.


The next day...

"I want the blue!"

"No! Blue is mine! Yours are pink!"

"No, I want the pink! She can have yellow!"

"I don't want stupid yellow!"

"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" Jim broke up the argument between the Doppler girls as he knelt down to their level.

"Uncle Jimmy, I want the blue flowers but she won't give them to me!" Danielle whined.

"Because then I would end up with pink and I want yellow flowers!" Marianne responded.

"No, the yellow are mine!" Alison said as she snatched the basket of yellow flowers from Danielle. Danielle looked up at her sister, then her eyes started to tear up as she began to whimper.

"Wait, wait, wait! It's okay, don't cry!" Jim intervened to stop the fit before it could start. He stared at the girls in their frilly dresses - Danielle in yellow, Marianne in pink, Alison in blue... there were three baskets of flowers, one carrying yellow petals, one pink, and one blue. "Oh, I see..."

He took the baskets from the girls and handed them back to them so that the flowers corresponded with the colors of the dresses.

"There," he smiled.

The girls looked down at their baskets, then at each other, then all started to cry.

"Oh no, wait, why are you crying?" Jim asked frantically.

"I don't want the blue flowers!" Alison whimpered. "I hate blue!"

"Ali, you're wearing blue," Jim explained. "I thought it was your favorite color."

She placed her hands haughtily on her hips."It's only my favorite color to wear because it looks good on me. Duh."

"Then what is your favorite color?" Jim asked in exasperation.

"Purple."

Jim resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "What about you, Mari? What's your favorite color?"

"Green..." she sniffled.

"Dani?"

"Orange."

Jim sighed. "Okay, new plan... raise your hand if you want the blue flowers."

All three girls raised their hands.

Jim eyed them confusedly, but didn't argue, lest they start crying again. "Raise your hand if you want pink flowers."

All three.

"Raise your hand if you want yellow flowers."

All three. Jim chuckled in amusement, then reached out and grabbed a handful of flowers from each basket and mixed them with the other two so that each basket had all three colors.

"Hey!" The girls squealed in unison.

"There. Problem solved," Jim said proudly.

"Oh..." the girls said as they looked down at their baskets, then grinned ecstatically as they bombarded Jim with hugs. "Thank you, Uncle Jimmy!"

Jim laughed and hugged all three of them at once. "No problem, girls."

"Well handled, Jim m'boy," Dr. Doppler chuckled as he entered the room.

Jim laughed and stood up just as Benedict, fully dressed in a tux and bow tie, walked in, pulling at his collar. "I hate this thing! Dad, why do I have to wear this?"

"Hey, it's not just you. Everyone has to dress up," Jim chuckled.

"Then why aren't you, Uncle Jimmy?" Benedict asked skeptically.

"Yes, Mr. Hawkins," Captain Amelia addressed as she entered the room. "Would you care to explain why you are still wearing your everyday clothing?"

"I'm going, I'm going," he laughed and put his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "Come on, Beni. You can come hang out with me."

As the boys started to leave the room, they had time to hear Dr. Doppler address his daughters.

"Okay, girls, time to get your ribbons and - "

"Ooh! I want the pink one!"

"No the pink one's mine! You can have blue!"

"But I want blue!"

Jim looked down at Benedict. "Girls, huh?"

Benedict looked up at him and shook his head seriously. "You don't know the half of it."

Jim ruffled the boys hair and laughed heartily as they left the room, and the squealing girls, behind.


Tabitha stood in front of the mirror smoothing the fabric of her dress and turning around to view it from every angle. It was ivory colored, and flowed loosely over her while sleeves stayed perched on the very edge of her shoulders. She'd opted for no makeup & nothing elaborate done to her hair, much to the dismay of Rylee, but Tabitha wanted to be herself, and herself was a girl with wavy shoulder length hair and no makeup.

Of course, herself was also a girl that didn't wear dresses, and yet she was thrilled about her wedding dress. Tabitha had no idea why she was so thrilled with it... maybe it was just what the dress represented - that she and Jim would be spending the rest of their lives together. Whatever it was, she was beyond excited about it and couldn't help but to laugh a little as she spun around in front of the mirror like a little girl playing dress up, until a knock on the door interrupted her.

"Come in," Tabitha answered as she stopped spinning and tried to act a bit more natural.

"Tabitha," Abigail scolded as she entered the room. "You should at least ask who it is before just saying come in! What if it had been Jim?"

"I wish it had been Jim," Tabitha mumbled to herself.

"I heard that," Abigail replied. "Tabitha, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."

"Come on, you know we don't believe in superstitions like that," Tabitha laughed.

Abigail smiled. "You look beautiful."

"You're changing the subject, but thanks," she smiled as she looked down at the dress once again.

"Would you like me to help you with your veil?" Tabitha nodded, and Abigail lifted the veil off the bed and started to position in on Tabitha's head. It was the same veil Abigail had warn in her wedding to Silver. "This is your something borrowed, correct?"

"Yes."

"What about your something new?"

"The dress."

"Something old?"

"The necklace belonged to Jim's grandmother," she said, lightly fingering the simple pearl necklace.

"Something blue?"

Tabitha pointed to the small blue stone on her ring.

"Well, I guess you're ready then," Abigail laughed as she finished with the veil.

Tabitha looked at the reflection of the completed look in the mirror and felt her heart skip a few beats.

"Okay, well, I just wanted to make sure you're ready, dear. I'm going to go check on the rest of the wedding party," her mother-in-law said. She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears, but quickly gave in. "Oh, Tabitha, you look so beautiful! I'm so happy for you."

Tabitha grinned and embraced her. "Thank you, mom."

"Oh, don't call me that right now," she laughed, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. "You know that always gets to me." Abigail took a deep breath. "Right, well... Silver will come get you soon."

As Abigail left the room, Tabitha sat down on the bed. That jumpy feeling she'd gotten a moment ago hadn't gone away yet. She'd been getting it on and off since the day Jim proposed, but now it wasn't abating. She felt the adrenaline start to course through her body and she started to feel pleasantly light-headed.


Jim, now fully dressed in his uniform, sat on the edge of his bed, his leg bouncing up and down a mile a minute. The only other times he'd ever been this happy and this nervous at the same time also revolved around Tabitha: the first time he'd kissed, the first time he'd told her he was in love with her, when he proposed...

"Uncle Jimmy, are you nervous?" Benedict asked.

"Hmm? Oh, um," Jim said distractedly. "Just anxious."

"What does ank... ang... anz... whatever you said mean?"

"It means, um... nervous," Jim laughed at his lack of a better definition.

"Oh. Why are you... that?"

"I'm not sure, Benny," Jim said honestly as he walked over to the mirror to adjust his clothes... again.

Benedict adopted a philosophical stance to observe Jim and thought for a moment. "I think I know why."

"Oh, yeah?" Jim asked the boy. "Why?"

"Because you're going to have to spend the rest of your life with a girl!" he said matter of factly.

Jim chuckled. In a way, he was right - it was the fact that he would be spending the rest of his life with a girl. But not just any girl, another part of his mind reminded him. The girl was Tabitha.

"But you don't know how lucky you are," Benedict said as he drug up a chair and stood on it so he was almost the same height as Jim.

"Alright, why am I lucky?"

"Well, at least it's only one girl. I got stuck with three," Benedict complained.

Jim laughed. "In the future, you probably won't mind if you get stuck with three girls."

"Ew, yes I will! Who wants to be stuck with three? And anyway, Tabitha's pretty."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, don't you?" Benedict asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I do," he smiled.

"See? Not only do you only have to spend your life with just one girl instead of three, but you think she's pretty, too. You've got it made, Uncle Jimmy."

Jim burst into another fit of laughter just as there was a knock at the door. Benedict rushed over to get it. "Hey, Silver!"

"Hey, Benny! Whatcha doin' in here wit' Jimbo?" Silver chuckled as he entered the room.

"He let me come up here so I didn't have to listen to girly stuff."

"Well that was nice o' him, but I t'ink yer pap's lookin' fer ya."

"Okay!" Benedict agreed. "Bye, Uncle Jimmy! Bye, Silver!"

"Bye," Jim smirked as the boy raced from the room.

Silver laughed. "Came t' see if ya needed a pep talk or t'e like."

"I think Benedict had me covered on that. Thanks, though," Jim said, rolling his shoulders to try to relax a little.

Silver surveyed the antsy young man. "Yer not gettin' cold feet are ya?"

Jim cast him a skeptical look. "There is no way in hell that's going to happen, and you know it."

"Well I's jus' checkin," he chuckled. "Don' be worried, Jimbo," Silver consoled as he placed a hand on the groom's shoulder.

"I'm not worried, I'm just..." he sighed. He couldn't describe this feeling in any terms he knew.

Silver chuckled. "Tha's how yer supposed t' feel, lad."

Jim laughed breathlessly as he ran his fingers through his hair. Once again, there was a knock at the door; this time Mrs. Hawkins walked in.

"Oh, Jim, you look so handsome," she said as she walked over and kissed his forehead.

"Thanks," he smiled and turned to observe himself in the mirror once more, adjusting his sleeves and the position of his jacket. "How's Tabitha?"

"She's ready, and she looks beautiful," his mother explained.

"Of course she does," Jim added quietly as he felt his pulse increase drastically. "Okay, so if she's ready, then I can go see her now," Jim said as he started towards the door, only to be grabbed by Silver.

"Not so fas', lad," he chuckled.

"You can't see her until the wedding!" his mother chastised.

"Oh, come on! It's close enough, and you know we don't believe - "

One look from his mother with her hands on her hips stopped him mid-sentence.

"Silver, you can go get Tabitha now," Mrs. Hawkins told him.

Silver nodded and left the room.

Mrs. Hawkins turned to her son, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh, Jim..."

"Mom, don't cry," he consoled as he embraced her.

"You grew up so fast! I can't believe you're getting married today."

"Yeah, I can't either..." Jim murmured.

Mrs. Hawkins pulled back and looked up at her son. "Okay, that's enough tears for now." She took a deep breath and patted her eyes dry with a hankerchief. "Come on. Let's get you down stairs."

"I can go down by myself. Don't you need to check on the guests or the flower girls or something?"

"Nice try," she said as they exited the room. "But you're my son. I know what you're planning, and there is absolutely no way you're getting to see Tabitha before the wedding."


Another knock at the door arrived a few minutes later. "Tabby?"

This time, Tabitha opened the door instead of shouting for the person to come in. She was greeted, of course, by Silver, who, upon seeing her, started slightly in sheer surprise.

"Tabby..." he began in awe.

"I know. Me in a dress..." she laughed nervously.

"Ya look... ya look beautiful, lass."

She took a deep breath and released it slowly before turning to check her reflection in the mirror one more time.

"Ya all righ'?" he questioned as he noticed her slightly frantic movements.

"Mm-hmm. I'm fine," she said unconvincingly. "I'm just..."

When she too couldn't find words to describe how she felt, Silver laughed uproariously. "I'll tell ya exactly wha' I tol' Jimbo - tha's how yer s'posed t' feel."

"Right, like you had to tell Jim that," she scoffed. "I'm sure he's completely composed as usual."

"Well, yer wrong t'ere, lass," Silver told her. "His nerves were gettin' t' him, too."

This statement did little to reassure Tabitha; she still felt worried that perhaps her nerves were a little to strong. She couldn't remember ever feeling this... this....

"Ya ready?"

Tabitha took one more deep breath and nodded.


Downstairs, the watch over Jim had been shifted to Dr. Doppler, who was trying to pin a boutonniere onto Jim's lapel.

"Jim, I need you to stand still," Dr. Doppler said for the tenth time.

"I'm sorry, Doc, I just..."

Yet again, he could not finish his sentence.


Mrs. Hawkins was busy handing out bouquets to Rylee, the maid of honor, and Tabitha, and making sure the Doppler girls understood their job as flower girls.

"Tabitha!"

Tabitha jolted out of her thoughts and turned to face Rylee. "What?"

"Sorry. I was just going to remind you to hand your bouquet to me."

"Oh. Right."

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. I just..."

Just...?


Finally, Jim had the flower pinned to his coat and was now just standing there waiting. He felt a small tug at the tail of his jacket.

"Uncle Jimmy, are you hot?" Benedict asked.

"Huh? What?"

"You keep wiping sweat off your forehead."

"Oh, no, I'm alright."

But he wasn't alright. He was sweating more than someone standing in the middle of an air conditioned room should be, significantly more actually.


"Tabby, are ya sure yer all righ', lass?" Silver asked, observing his daughter warily.

"Yes, dear. You're looking very pale," Abigail agreed.

"They're right. No offense, but you don't look so good," Rylee told her.

"No, I'm alright," she insisted.

But she wasn't. Her skin was clammy, and that pleasant, light-headed feeling had been replaced with full out dizziness that threatened to knock her off her feet.


"Jim?" Dr. Doppler hesitated.

"I... I'll be right back."

And with that, he flew out the door and around to the back of the house, away from the wedding...


"Tabitha, I think you should sit down," Mrs. Hawkins told her as she tried to direct her to a chair.

"No, I... I need to get some air."

With that, she bolted from the room and out the door to the back porch, heaving in deep breath's of air as she went...


Jim was leaning against the rail of the porch, still gulping in as much air as he could, when he heard footsteps running closer to where he was. He turned around to see Tabitha emerge from the other side of the house and run to the rail, much like he had.

"Tabitha?" he asked quietly.

"Jim..." she said in surprise.

They gawked, each taking in each others appearance. Slowly, they approached each other until they met at the halfway point on the deck.

If Jim had been sweating before, it was nothing compared to now. Tabitha looked completely stunning, like she was a dream. Any concerns he'd had were washed away by the very sight of her. Tabitha, too, was struggling with the sight of her fiance. She'd seen Jim in his uniform before, but he still looked as handsome as ever, and the look he was giving her was sending chills to her very core.

"You're mom's going to kill us," she whispered.

"It's worth it to see you," Jim laughed nervously. "I've been trying to since last night."

"Well, now you have," she smiled.

"Yeah... what are you doing out here?" Jim asked worriedly.

"Honestly?" she asked. "I'm freaking out."

"Oh, good," he said. "Me too."

They stared at each other and then laughed, and laughed, and laughed, as their nerves faded away to be replaced by sheer bliss. Now that they were back in each others presence, they knew there was no reason to be nervous.

"I love you," Jim told her.

"I love you, too," Tabitha replied through her laughter.

When they finally managed to get a hold of themselves, Jim reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. He was in the process of leaning down to kiss her when -

"Nice try, lad."

Silver put a hand on each of their shoulders and pulled them apart.

"Dad!" Tabitha whined.

"Don' take t'at tone wit' me, Tabitha," he said in mock anger.

"Silver, let go," Jim tried to sound serious, despite his laughter.

"Hang on t'ere, Jimbo," Silver laughed. "Ya can kiss her as much as ya want after the weddin'. Ya can wait 'till t'en."

"I'm not so sure."

Tabitha smiled at Jim just as Mrs. Hawkins came around the corner, followed by Dr. Doppler, Abigail, Graham, and Rylee.

"Well, so much for keeping you two separated," she resigned.

Blushing slightly, Tabitha and Jim realized they were going to have to wait until after their vows were completed before they would be allowed to so much as hold hands with each other.

Graham shook his head at Jim as they walked back to the front of the house. "You just couldn't wait, could you?"

Jim shoved him playfully.

"That was so romantic!" Rylee told Tabitha.

Tabitha only smiled dreamily.


In the end, it didn't even matter that Jim had already seen her in her wedding dress - when he saw her walking down the aisle with Silver, he was stunned. How she still managed to have this kind of effect on him, he did not know, but he knew he loved it, just as much as, if not more than, everything else about her. Silver handed her off to Jim with a casual wink. Tabitha wore a shy smile that Jim countered with a huge grin. As they turned to face the priest, he reached down and grabbed her hand. He had no idea if this was traditional or appropriate, only that he had to. Tabitha apparently did too because she squeezed his hand tightly.

The entire thing was completely surreal. The vows they repeated from the preacher, the rings they slid on each other's fingers... it wasn't until Tabitha said 'I do' that Jim realized quite how real this was and couldn't stop the chuckle from downright shock that escaped him. Tabitha glanced over at him and giggled too, but they both manage to sober up when it was Jim's turn to speak.

"I do," he stated.

"Then, I now pronounce you man and wife," the priest smiled. "You may kiss the bride."

Tabitha and Jim turned to face each other, laughing once again. The kiss they shared was simple, sweet. As everyone applauded, Jim sighed happily and suddenly realized how breathtaking Tabitha was - he couldn't remember breathing at all during the ceremony.

"I love you," she said.

"I know."

She gaped at him. "Cocky."

Jim smirked and began to move his hand around her waist to her back. Tabitha's gaze turned into a suspicious look as she recognized that playful spark in Jim's eye. Her eyes widened. "Don't you dare dip me, don't you dare dip me, don't you dare - "

But of course, Jim dipped her backwards and kissed her once again. Their audience cheered, and she tried to scowl, but she couldn't stop smiling.

He grinned. "I love you, too."


If you're wondering about that scene between Jim and his mother, I read somewhere that Sarah and Leland got married really young because she got pregnant with Jim. I think it was in one of those official TP book things, but I'm not sure. So if I've got it wrong, I'm sorry, just go with it :)

And if you're wondering why the Doppler kids are suddenly so much older even though only a few months have passed, I figured since they're cats/dogs that they age quicker... Just go with that, too.

Okay, so I didn't actually involve their friends very much in this chapter, so sorry about that. I would have added more but I was getting frustrated and I thought you guys deserved a chapter. Don't worry though - you'll see them more in upcoming chapters. Not the next one, though, because that's the honeymoon ;) Yes, the next chapter will be the lemon chapter (OMG), so remember that THE STORY WILL BE MOVED TO THE RATED M CATEGORY. So don't freak out if you can't find it! Just click on my name, or search the rated M category, or sign up to be alerted when it's updated. And remember IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THE LEMON, YOU WILLL STILL BE ABLE TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY. IT WILL BE CLEARLY LABELED AND EASY TO SKIP OVER.

So there you have it! I'll update as soon as I can. As always, I love comments :)

Oh! And you can still request things you want me to write about. Again, no guarentees that I will, but I will thoroughly consider it.

-Emily

Responses to Reviews:

Horseygirl 96: I loved that idea! I will definitely be writing that chapter at some point. Thanks for the comment :)

NeverTooLate03: I've got your ideas written down... somewhere. Lol I'll find them and write them. Don't worry.

SweetAngel183: I'm glad you loved the last chapter of 'Fearless'! As for your idea, you pretty much hit the nail on the head of what the sequel is going to be, so it will be a while before I write it. You'll just have to stick around to see it :) If you want to request something else for me to write in the mean time, go ahead.

ADangerousPastime: Thanks! I will definitely be writing more on Isabelle/Landon and Cason/Rylee.

anon: Haha I loved the ideas! I'll write them as soon I can :)

Kristy: YES! I loved that idea! Very creative. I've already written a little of it and I'll have it up soon enough. Thank you!

WingedGirl4life: I'm glad you loved 'Fearless'. If you've thought of anything you want to see since your last review, leave it in a review and I'll try to write it. Thanks!