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"You look beautiful!" Olivia gasped as she watched her daughter twirl around in her wedding dress. She fought the emotion to cry and hugged Venice. "I can't believe this day is here. I thought I'd have more time!"

Venice chuckled. "Yeah, I thought you would too." She looked down at her dress and ran her hands down the bodice, letting the lace skim her fingers. "I have been looking forward to this for what seems like forever."

"Oh my God!" A voice said from behind them. They turned to find Elliot with his mouth gaping open. "You look amazing!" Venice smiled before her father came over and hugged her. "I'm not kidding. Honey, you are radiant!"

"Thank you, Daddy." Venice grinned before receiving a kiss on the cheek from him. She took a deep breath, wondering if she should tell them. But, she wanted this to be her day after all. There would be time to explain later. "Today, everything is going to change."

Elliot kissed her forehead. "You may be becoming a married woman, but you still need to come visit us. Plus, I may be young, but I want to see some grandkids in the next couple of years." Olivia slapped his arm softly to scold him.

Venice just chuckled while shaking her head. "Don't worry. I'm already planning for it."

There was a soft knock on the door before it opened. Vince stepped inside with a grin on his face. "Hey, everybody. I hope I'm not intruding."

"No, I actually came in to have Olivia help me with something." Elliot stated putting a hand on the small of her back, leading her out of the room. "I'll be back when we start."

Venice and Vince nodded before the older secret couple left the room, closing the door behind them. Vince turned to her and looked at the dress. "You look stunning."

"You don't look so bad yourself." Venice breathed gesturing to his suit. She smiled when he stepped towards her and put his hands on her hips. "Just a few more hours-"

"And you'll be mine." Vince smiled kissing the crown of her head. "Are you ready for this?"

Venice nodded her head, resting her hands on his chest. "Are you?"

Vince chuckled while nodding his head. "I've always been ready. Let's just wait and see if our little one is ready." Venice smiled before they heard a thud against the wall from the other side of it. They both frowned when they heard a loud moan. "Is someone...?"

"Oh my God! Someone is having sex at my wedding!" Venice gasped before going over to the wall and pressing her ear against it. "Who do you think it is?"

"Well, I'd say it is Mitch because he's an asshole, but I doubt he'd do this on the wedding day." Vince muttered before mimicking her stance. His mouth dropped when he heard the woman call out Elliot's name. "Your father?"

Venice grinned when she heard her father grunt out his mother's name. "They are back together!"

Olivia gasped when Elliot lifted her up and pinned her against the wall, nearly ripping off her panties before thrusting inside of her. She called out as he shoved her royal blue dress up to her waist, the patterned black gems on the side pushing into her stomach. "Jesus Elliot! What has gotten into you?" She moaned when he moved his mouth behind her ear, sucking on the tender flesh he bruised that morning.

"You should be asking yourself that question." Elliot chuckled as he started thrusting into her hard and fast, making her grip his shoulders as the pleasure coursed through her. "Fuck, Liv!"

"I'm guessing that's your idea." Olivia smirked before claiming his lips with her own.

Elliot held out his hand to his daughter. "Are you ready to walk down the isle?"

Venice looked down at his hand and pointed at it. "Have you washed your hands?"

"Yeah, I just went to the bathroom. Why?" Elliot asked with a frown.

"Just checking. It's a white dress, Daddy." Venice said with a sigh of relief. She was even happier when he didn't question her motives behind the question. Although she was happy her parents were together, she didn't want any part of their private moments. Her eyes looked down at the partial black object protruding in her bouquet. "Let's do this."

The music began to play before the double doors opened. Venice took a quick glance around the room before looking at Mitch, smiling at him. He grinned back at her, his hands clasped in front of him. Vince stood behind him and nodded once at her. Clutching the bouquet with one hand, the other dove into her bouquet to pull out her gun. She whipped it out and pointed it at Mitch.

The room filled with gasps as people ducked down to be out of gun range. Elliot took a step back, but kept a hand on his daughter's back. Vince and Venice were the only ones unfazed. "Venice, what are you doing?" Mitch asked taking a step down from the small alter.

"Ending this pony show you orchestrated." Venice stated tossing her bouquet on the floor and getting a better grip on her gun. "Why don't you tell everyone how I got my broken arm?"

"Venice, baby, you fell down the stairs doing laundry." Mitch said shaking his head at her. "Honey, are you okay?"

Venice turned the gun sideways. "Tell the truth, Mitch! How did I get the cuts, the bruises, the concussion, the broken arm." When he didn't answer immediately, she yelled. "Tell them!"

Mitch blew up. "Alright! You want me to tell them! I'll fucking tell them! I pushed you down the stairs because you had to get knocked up! We agreed we didn't want kids! I don't want to be a father!"

"Well, guess what. You won't have to." Venice smiled. "Because of the beatings from you that I have lost count of, I realized my feelings for someone and they had those same feelings for me."

"You cheated on me? You conniving bitch-" Mitch growled, but abruptly stopped when he felt a gun on his back.

Vince smirked. "Go ahead. Finish that sentence."

"Were you two the ones having sex in the supply closet earlier?" Mitch asked furrowing his eyebrows together.

Venice rolled her eyes. "No, that was my parents." She bit her lip, holding in her chuckle when her father started coughing behind her.

Mitch stepped forward, effectively removing Vince's gun from his back. He kept his hands up. "Venice, why don't we just put the gun down? Okay? Let's figure this all out."

"There's nothing to figure out." Venice said before Vince slapped the papers against Mitch's chest. "That's a notice of the pending restraining order. We'll be discussing that with a judge later. We can talk then. Right now, I'm a little busy."

"We were supposed to get married right now. I'm pretty sure you are free." Mitch argued.

Venice lowered her gun. "I didn't have my father pay for this wedding just for me to out you. If you had noticed, the invitations didn't even have your name on them. Well, all but the two we gave to our parents. Have fun explaining this to your parents. I'm sure they are going to want to know about all the injuries you gave me." She walked past him while Vince kept his gun on him. "And Mitch?" He turned to her before she swung her fist into his face, knocking him on the ground. He groaned in pain as he failed to push himself up. "You're welcome to grab a program on your way out."

"I'll escort him out personally." Elliot said before grabbing Mitch by the jacket and shoving him towards the back, following him to ensure his final exit.

Vince put his gun back in his holster before turning to Venice. "Now, are you ready to do this?"

"I'll be walking down the isle to you." Venice smiled before kissing him.

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