Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot. do i have to type it again, and again, and again?

A/n: Thank you so much for the reviews, you guys have been awesome! So here is the Evil Twist! I'm not sure if it's actually evil, but it's going to add sparks and drama, and fun! Lol! Enjoy!

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Chapter 11

Is This A Dream?

A few days later (from the last chapter)

Ruthie

I jerked awake.

I'm not sure why it's still really dark out. Then I turned on my side and gasped. Martin was lying next to me, in my small bed. His arm was wrapped around me, too. So it hadn't been a dream, Thank Goodness!

I loved being held by him. I also loved looking at Martin without feeling guilty or embarrassed. He looked so much more peaceful in sleep. But when I had shared a room with Simon and Lucy, they had looked more peaceful, too. I suppose everyone must. He also looked so handsome, with his sleep tousled dark hair, and sooty eyelashes, which I knew covered gorgeous, sparkling green eyes.

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled, in sleep, and tightened his grip around me.

As I drifted off to sleep, my last conscious thought was that we had done the same thing as Matt and Sarah. Except this was our fourth date, not first.

Martin

I woke up in early morning, when light was just coming into Ruthie's dorm room.

I cracked my eyes open, and saw curly hair. I smiled and kissed Ruthie on her lips passionately until she woke up. Her eyes opened and then widened but relaxed as she saw who it was and kissed me back.

I pulled back and said, "Good Morning, Mrs. Brewer," I said. I'm so pleased I can call Ruthie that.

She smiled and then asked, "Are you sure this isn't a dream, Martin?"

I kissed hr deeply on the lips, as she grabbed my hair in her hands. When we pulled apart I grinned at her, and said, "It's not a dream, Ruthie. We really are married." Saying I was married to Ruthie felt so right. I cradled her curly head against the crook in my shoulder.

Suddenly Ruthie rocketed off of the bed.

"Oh my God!" Ruthie never cussed at all. Something must really be wrong. Does she not want to be married to me, my heart broke at the thought. Ruthie was now pacing.

"Ruthie, I…."

"Martin!" she snapped, cutting me off. "What are we going to tell our families! We made the same mistake as Matt and Sarah did! Thank God your father's not a rabbi, though! That would make things much worse! Mum and Dad like you, and know you. But they still would be upset, there's no denying it! What is gonna happen to us!" Ruthie said all this so fast that I could barely catch it. I was still trying to make sense of what she was saying, but she was off again.

"There's no telling how your dad's going react! And all of my brother's and sisters what will they say!" Ruthie went on a little bit more, but when I got caught up this far, I leapt up. I grabbed her around the shoulders with one arm, and put my other hand over her mouth.

"Ruthie," I asked slowly, "do you not want to be married to me?" I really hoped she would say she wanted to forget it or say it's not ligament or anything like that. I removed my hand from her mouth. She looked at me stunned. "Martin, are you nuts!" she yelled at me. "I love you, and I want to be with you!" I smiled with relief.

"I love you, too, Ruth," I said.

I sat down on her bed and pulled Ruthie down to sit on my lap. I held on to her, and we just sat there for a few silent moments.

"Martin, what are we going to tell our parents?" Ruthie asked, calmer this time.

"Well…" I started, "I'm not sure."

Ruthie looked up at me a little hesitant then said, "Would you be all night with telling our parent's that we're engaged?"

I thought about that, and it sounded like the best thing to say. My dad and Rev. and Mrs. Camden would probably accept that more.

"Okay, how about you come with me to tell them we're engaged, on the last few days of winter break?" I said.

"That sounds good. When shall we them we're going to get married, a second time?"

"After you graduate, of course, do you know when you want to get married?" I asked.

"I'd love a summer wedding. ((that's funny me too lol!)) How about August 27th?" Ruthie asked.

"I don't care as long as I'm marrying you," I replied, kissing my wife.

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No ones point of view

Ruthie looked up on the internet when the next flight to California was. She and Martin were both shocked to see it was the next day.

They spent the whole day packing. They ended the day witheating ice cream, and watching Pride and Prejudice. ((I totally love that movie!)) Martin didn't want to, but his wife insisted. Ruthie fell asleep before it finished in her husbands arms.

"I love you, Mrs. Brewer," I whispered to her sleeping form.

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A/n: Wow! That was like double the last one! That means I should get double the reviews, right? Lol! What will the Camden's say and Mr. Brewer? Oh yeah, does anyone know Mr. Brewer's name? If so please tell me. AlsoI'm sorry it's so fluffy again. Unless you like fluffyness. What do you guys think? I thought it was good, but what did you think, should I stop writing, cancel this chapter, or keep going from here? Tell me by reviewing!