Amateur
"Clarissa, did you go make sure the minister got here?" Ashton asked.
"Yup, he's here," Clarissa nodded. "And you double checked that the caterers are at the reception?"
"Uh-huh," Ashton nodded. "Okay, I think that's everything, we just need to-Holy chiz, I forgot to pick up the cake from the bakery!"
"You what?" Clarissa exclaimed. "That could ruin the whole wedding!"
"Relax, girls," Carly said. "I picked up the cake. I'm no amateur when it comes to weddings, you know."
"Hey, Carls," Sam said, sticking her head outside the door into the hallway where the three were standing. "Have you seen Freddie anywhere?"
"I think he's talking with Gibby," Carly replied. "But don't worry, I told him to be here in ten minutes."
"Wait, is she all dressed?" Ashton asked. "I want to see her!"
"Me too!" Clarissa and Carly exclaimed as they hurried into the room where Sam was.
"Whoa, Emma!" Ashton said, stopping in her tracks at the sight of her twin sister standing in her white wedding dress. "You look amazing!"
"I better, it took me an hour to get this thing on," Emma said. She turned back to the mirror. "You really think I look ready for this? I don't look like, oh I don't know, someone who's going to screw this up?"
"Emma, you look perfect," Sam told her. "You're just nervous."
"Yeah, your mom was the same way," Carly told her. "And look how long her marriage has lasted."
"Yeah, and trust me, nothing's going to go wrong with the wedding," Clarissa said. "Ashton and I have planned this thing to the tee. Well, other than Ashton forgetting the cake."
"You forgot my wedding cake?" Emma said, glaring at her sister. "That's the most important thing about the wedding!"
"Calm down, the cake's here," Carly said. "I know that's a high priority. This isn't my first Benson wedding. Anyway, Emma, you excited to become Mrs. Emma Gibson soon?"
"She's only been doodling that name since they first started going out," Ashton grinned.
"You are so lucky I need you as my Maid of Honor right now," Emma snapped.
"And just think, Sam," Carly said. "You're going to be in-laws with Gibby! Man, I bet you never saw that coming! I mean, if someone told you thirty years ago that you and Freddie would be married and have kids, I'm sure it would've been a shock, but could you imagine your reaction if they told you your daughter would be marrying Gibby's son?"
"Clarissa, have you ever heard of a Neville Paperman?" Sam asked. "If he has a son, I will pay a hundred bucks to go on a date with him and-"
"Fine, fine, I'm shutting up," Carly said.
"Hey, you finally dressed?" Sam and Freddie's two sons, Jason and Tyler asked, coming into the room.
"Yeah, after an hour," Emma said.
"Well, you look good, sis," Jason said, giving his younger sister a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, and I just have to say thank you so much for marrying Quincy," Tyler said.
"Why?" Emma frowned.
"Because this wedding's crawling with his mom's hot model friends and their equally hot, but younger, daughters!" Tyler said.
"Unbelievable," Sam said, rolling her eyes. She turned back to Emma, who was nervously fidgeting with her veil.
"You okay, Em?"
"Yeah," he daughter answered slowly. "It's probably just nerves, like you said."
"Hey, you know what?" Sam said, lowering her voice so only Emma could hear her. "I promise you, the second you get to that alter with Quincy, you're going to forget all about feeling nervous."
"Is that what happened when you married dad?" Emma asked, smiling.
"Yup," Sam nodded. "That's exactly what happened."
…..
"You know, why do tuxes only have to be for weddings?" Gibby asked Freddie as the two walked down a hallway in the church. "Why is a guy judged if he wants to, oh, I don't know, go get some juice wearing a tux?"
"Huh?" Freddie said. "Oh, yeah, you look great in your tux, Gib."
"You weren't listening to me, were you?" Gibby said indignantly, crossing his arms.
"Sorry," Freddie said. "It's just a big day, you know."
"Why?" Gibby asked.
"Um, because your son is marrying my daughter," Freddie frowned. "Remember?"
"Oh, yeah," Gibby nodded. "Isn't that awesome? We're gonna be related!"
"Yeah, it's great," Freddie sighed. "But it's just a little…sentimental. I mean, I'm gonna have to walk my little girl down the aisle and give her to another man. Don't get me wrong, Quincy's a great guy, and I know he makes Emma happy, but a part of me just wants her to go back to being that five-year old who would come running into my arms whenever there was a thunderstorm. I guess maybe I'm just-Dude! You're not even listening to me!"
"See how it feels?" Gibby said, looking up from the vase of flowers he had been playing with.
"Hey, where's Quincy?" Freddie asked.
"In that room down there," Gibby said. "Hey, do you think I can go get some low-carb applesauce before the ceremony starts?"
"Um, sure, go for it," Freddie said.
"Sweet!" Gibby grinned, hurrying off.
Freddie shook his head, and then walked towards the room Gibby had said Quincy was in and knocked.
"Come in," his future son-in-law said.
"Hey," Freddie said, walking into the room, spotting Quincy nervously fidgeting with his bow tie.
"Hi," Quincy said, his hands visibly shaking.
"You nervous?" Freddie asked knowingly.
"Maybe a little," Quincy admitted. "Have-Have you seen Emma yet?"
"Not since this morning," Freddie said. "She's been getting dressed with Sam over on the other side of the church. I'm heading over there in a few minutes."
"Oh," Quincy said.
"I just wanted to talk to you for a minute before everything got started," Freddie said.
"About what?" Quincy asked.
"Well, first and foremost, I just need to let you know that if you ever hurt my daughter in any way, you will be paying for it," Freddie said. "Now I've known you all your life and you're my best friend's son, but that doesn't mean you get a free pass."
Quincy's eyes widened. "But I'd never-"
"I know, I know," Freddie said quickly. "I couldn't think of a better man to be marrying Emma than you. I just needed to give you that speech. It's a fatherly duty. Maybe you'll understand one day. Anyway, I also just wanted to tell you that I know how…difficult Emma can be at times. Believe me, she inherited her mom's attitude and then some. And because of that, Emma…well, she's not real good at the whole 'feelings' thing. But just know that even though she'll probably only say it on rare occasions, she really does love you. You make her happier than I could've ever imagined her."
Quincy smiled. "I feel the same way about her."
"I know you do," Freddie said, patting him on the back. "Well, I'm gonna go check on Emma now. Your dad should be coming in any minute, he just went to go get some applesauce or something."
"Of course," Quincy sighed.
Freddie walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He walked around the corner and down another long hallway to the room where he knew Emma was.
"Hey," he said, poking his head in. "Everyone dressed?"
"Yes, nub," Sam said, giving her husband a quick peck on the lips as he entered.
"Wow, Emma," Freddie said, staring at his daughter. "You look beautiful sweetheart."
"Thanks, dad," Emma smiled.
"Hey, you guys, we're ready to get started," Carly said, hurrying into the room. "Emma, you and Freddie need to wait outside the main entrance, Sam, you need to get to the front of the church."
"Okay," Emma said.
"We'll be there in a second," Sam said.
Carly nodded and left, leaving the three alone.
"Alright, remember Emma, just don't worry about the nerves," Sam told her, giving her daughter a kiss on the cheek. "And if you start to get bored during the minister's insanely long speech about marriage, just think about the reception and the three types of ham that are waiting for you."
"Got it," Emma grinned.
"I'll meet you outside the entrance in a minute, Emma," Freddie told her.
"Okay, hurry though," Emma said. "I don't care if we have to stop the wedding to wait for you, but Ashton might murder you."
"I wouldn't miss the big moment for anything," Freddie promised.
"Wow," Sam said as Emma left. "Can you believe this is actually happening?"
"I know," Freddie sighed. "In just a few minutes, I'll be walking her down the aisle…"
"Hey, don't get all depressed, Fredward," Sam said. "It's a wedding, don't bring everyone down."
"I'm not depressed, I'm happy for her," Freddie said. "It's just…she really grew up fast, didn't she?"
"Yeah," Sam said as Freddie put an arm around her. "She really did."
