A/N: Almost time for the big wedding! Some of the wedding drama comes from my own personal chaotic moments in the day leading up to my wedding, and some are random hilarious stories I have heard through the years. Let me know what you think- the reviews have kind of dropped off the face of the Earth, so I'm welcoming any suggestions, ideas, etc. They get my creative juices flowing ;)

-To the Guest reviewer, sorry I can't PM you- you aren't signed in. I am a 28 year old homeowner- moved my career online when my husband was paralyzed, sold my log home, and 40 acre farm that was built by my husband pre-paralysis 3 months ago, and just purchased a handicap accessible home. I'm QUITE familiar with the housing market, and subsequent steps to take to purchase a home. I think I appreciate your backhanded compliments?, but I'm left scratching my head on some.

-I attempted to create a multi-dimensional character with actual thoughts instead of an abstract, cookie cutter version of Stephanie Plum, so I can understand if "reading her thoughts" aren't your cup of tea, we all have different tastes.

-For the sake of space I didn't reveal every step in Stephanie's home journey. My PM's were more centered on getting Ranger the hell home. Nobody gave a flying Fig about her mortgage, or her lawnmower.

-I never specified Stephanie's salary, or the fact that she would have received a signing bonus for her services which is common for a person being placed in a position of virtual management in a Multi-Million dollar company.

-She isn't living alone- she has a millionaire fiancé with whom she shares a child, a housekeeper, and a Louis for her yard, I think she is in good shape financially.

-I always appreciate reviews, and PM's on the story. I am not naïve enough to think that every person on the face of the Earth is going to enjoy my crappy little FanFic. If you like it, let me know- if you hate it, I promise you aren't hurting my feelings by making yourself read it to be nice. I am an adult, and my worries in life center around wheelchairs, hospital beds, and dialysis treatments- this is my stress reliever.-

Now... Back to the story. It kind of cracks me up looking back on it all the drama that ensued the week of my wedding- enjoy the hilarity!

xoxo-Brit*

*These Characters are the property of Janet Evanovich- I make no money from this- all mistakes are mine.*

I am woken from a particularly pleasant dream by butterfly kisses going down my neck, and across my collarbone towards my uncovered breasts. I relish the feelings for a few seconds before opening my eyes becoming an active participant.

I start rubbing, and kissing him with vigor when the alarm clock blares putting the kibosh on our bedroom activities, since we still have to drop Jules off at school, then head to our last meeting before the wedding activities start... on second thought- a quickie in the shower won't hurt anything. I turned the alarm off, gave him a kiss, and wink- slapped his bare ass, and sprinted naked into the en-suite bathroom. I barely had the water handle turned when I was lifted off the ground, and pushed against the tile. Good Morning, indeed!

The morning went by quickly, and full of excitement. We made French toast family style, had breakfast, and enjoyed our last morning together before the craziness hits tomorrow. Tonight, Julie & Angie are staying the night with Cinder-Ella as Jules calls her having mani-pedi's & chocolate facials, and Carlos will be staying in the Penthouse at RangeMan with the guys. Louis is even making an appearance with my Dad from a few hours of son-in-law time (sitting on the roof with the men, drinking whisky, and smoking illegal Cuban cigars.) Dad doesn't have far to go, because he has been staying in the apartment that Jules & I vacated when we moved to the new house. Dad will soon be the last Plum standing... Helen will become a Mazur in a mere 3 weeks. Why her?!

I will be at the new house with the girls- even Celia, and Grandma Mazur will make an appearance- God help me. My sweet, amazing fiancé arranged for massages for everyone, mani/Pedi's, facials, waxing, the whole nine all set up at the house. Afterward, we will be ordering pizza, drinking over-priced wine, and having an all-out dance party. Why not?!

I am taking the whole relaxation thing to heart considering the week I have had. Planning our wedding has been up until last week, the most exciting, even calm planning experience of my life. This week though... I have no words.

Monday started out with a call from the florist, telling me that they received the wrong delivery, and received ZERO of the flowers for any of my bouquets. Breathe Stephanie. No problem... it's only Monday, I don't walk down the isle until Saturday- have some expressed in. WRONG. The flowers that I had chosen, and had been assured would be available are on back-order. Like really really far back-order.

My handsome Prince came to my rescue, and paid triple to the supplier to be "moved up exponentially on the list" to have the flowers in the florists hands on Wednesday. Crisis averted. After a night of thank you, Baby I love you for saving me sex, I woke up Tuesday ready to rule the f'ing world.

During the morning meeting, 2 hours into my day on Tuesday, Vince comes to the conference room to inform me that there was a man from the tent rental place on the phone wishing to speak with a member of the Manoso wedding immediately. I calmly walked into my office to pick up the line, only to hear on the other line that there had been a warehouse fire, and the Tent Rental company no longer has any tents. I had ordered 2.

I hung the phone up, took an excedrine, and put my head on my desk. I Flowers, now the tents? I mean we could do without, but I HAD A PLAN, DAMNIT!

25 minutes later, Carlos found me in my thinking position in my office. Completely sprawled out on the floor sunny-side up. He calmly closed, and locked the door, laid down beside me face up, and stared at the ceiling in silence until I was calm enough to speak 10 minutes later.

When I explained to him about the Tent fire, he just looked toward the sky, and shook his head with a half smile on his face.

"Babe... you have to admit, it's kinda funny. Smooth sailing until the days leading up to the big day, and it becomes a 3 ring circus... apparently with no big top tent."

And that moment, my friends is when it all came crashing down. I'm not proud of it, but I lost my frigging marbles. I had no idea what I was going to do, it was an outside wedding, I had to leave in 45 minutes for a meeting, then 45 minutes later had to be at Julie's school for a parent teacher conference to talk about the gifted, and talented program.

I sat up, put my hands over my face, and sobbed like I had just lost my best friend. In hindsight, it was a serious Bridezilla moment, but I was hormonal, stressed, and had no back-up. I had meetings, no time to form said back-up, and my fiancé thought it was "kinda funny." At that moment, my extreme want for children in the near future was the only thing stopping me from stunning him in the balls.

Carlos Manoso just sat there waiting on me to cool my jets, calm, Zen, unshaking nerves of steel. Thank God there is a calm person in this relationship. Before this little outburst I had done so good thrusting myself into Motherhood, my relationship with Carlos, making our dream house complete, moving into said dream house, dealing with the teenager, and her moods, keeping things going at RangeMan, trying to expand the Manoso brand in Security, planning a wedding, and trying to have some girl time in between.

Okay, now that I think of it, I'm pretty proud I didn't lose my shit until now. Improvement, people. Living life without denial is serious business. I threw myself into the deep end without water wings, and expected to never be dunked under the water. The good thing is, somehow this internal pep talk snapped me out of crazy hormonal Bridezilla mode, and back into oh shit, what to do mode. Progress!

While I was giving myself an internal pep talk, I didn't even notice that Carlos had called Ella into my office, and were getting recommendations to get two tents for Saturday since ours were char-broiled. Carlos to the rescue...again.

The rest of the day passed quickly, and all drama was forgotten when Carlos, and I had the meeting at the school about placing Julie in the gifted program. Being the proud parents we are, we took her to Rossini's for dinner after school to celebrate our little prodigy.

Wednesday started off absolutely perfect- I woke up in the arms of the man of my dreams, and since I was having a rough week, Tank was taking the morning meeting so that we could sleep, and Val kept Jules after our celebratory dinner, so we were kid free.

After a few seriously satisfying rounds of love-making, we got up, and Carlos headed downstairs to make breakfast while I took a shower. Instead of the usual Bulgari body wash, I decided to use some of the girly body wash I got at my "personal shower" a few weeks prior from Val. It smelled absolutely amazing, and I was pretty sure would have Carlos trying to sniff me all day long at work. I love keeping him on his toes!

I did my usual wash, and shave ritual, got out, dried off, and put my robe on to head downstairs to eat breakfast with my man. By the time I made it downstairs, I thought I was going to peel my skin off. I have NEVER felt like that in my entire life. Sure, I smelled great, but it felt like someone was burning me alive.

I ran into the kitchen to have Carlos look at my skin, and tell me if something was wrong, when he turned around with a cast-iron pan in his hand, and dropped it on the floor at the sight of me.

The man who is trained to never show shock or surprise literally dropped a pan at the sight of me 3 days before our wedding. His eyes were huge, and once the shock wore off he ran over to me, and ripped my robe off.

Usually, this would be a serious turn on, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't a sexual thing, more like holy shit! What happened in the 30 minutes I've been downstairs.

He wordlessly took my back upstairs to the bathroom, and I finally caught sight of myself. Literally speechless. I looked like someone had beat the living shit out of me. I was swollen, splotchy, and an all around hot mess. Not really sure I can get out of this one, it's not like a tent that I can order from another company. I'd like to be in my own body to walk down the isle.

Carlos put me back in the shower, undressed himself, and rinsed me completely off with a mild soap that I didn't even realize we owned. He dried me off, told me to get dressed, and we headed to RangeMan for Bobby to have a look at me. We needed some kind of serious miracle to make my skin normal for the backless dress I needed to wear in 3 days.

In the end, I was given a shot, an IV of benedryl, and an oatmeal bath. I was confined to the Penthouse with an IV still in my arm to administer the benedryl as often as allowed. It was a hail Mary, but we were praying that since I bathed so soon after the initial reaction that I would be okay in a day or 2.

Wednesday is a complete blur, because I was under the influence of some serious benedryl, and therefor unconscious for the majority of the day. Jules stayed with Ella in her apartment, and we stayed in the Penthouse under the watchful eye of one Bobby Brown.

Apparently, the benedryl cocktails worked, because when I woke up Thursday morning, I was only mildly itchy, and a whole lot less blotchy. Thank God! Seriously, how can all these things happen in one week?

I decided after I woke up to shower, and get my work clothes on, because since I'm going on a weeks honeymoon, I'd rather not have more paperwork waiting on me than necessary.

I headed into the office, and sat down for a solid 6 hours of paperwork with no interruptions, and drama. I'm pretty sure if something would have happened to me while in the office, I would have grabbed Carlos, and Julie, forgotten about the wedding here, and eloped. Screw a whole bunch of this craziness, I just want to marry my man!

The entire day was calm, and we had a nice family dinner at home with Carlos, and Julie. I wanted a special family night before the wedding hoopla began. We ate, cleaned up, and watched a movie before falling into bed. Which brings me to today- Friday- the day before the wedding, and Bachelor/Bachelorette celebration day.

Work was normal, but hectic. We had a lot of work to get done, and final meetings that had to be taken care of before signing off for a week. We got to the point of it being as good as it was going to get, and headed off to our separate celebrations with a lingering kiss goodbye. It's hard to believe that is the last kiss I was getting before I became Mrs. Manoso.

-A/N2: The next part will be up in the next few days (Lord willing.) I wanted to get this little part out today while I had time. The wedding is quickly approaching!

:)