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AN: This is the third chapter. I'm so proud of myself! I just wanna say thanks to all the people who have read and reviewed my fic. I'm glad you all like it.
Three months later, Steven was standing at the alter, wearing a black tux, the jacket cut long and down to his thighs, with a white shirt and silver vest, waiting for Jackie to walk down the aisle. Three months was all it took for her to con him into getting married again. He couldn't be happier.
Hyde looked around him and smirked. Jackie had gotten her dream wedding, but not as big as she used to want it to be. It was still white, pink, and purple, but instead of the whole cheerleading team as the bride's maids, it was just Donna, dressed in a light purple dress and Brook, dressed in pink.
Steven watched as Eric, the best man, who had flown in from Africa, dressed in a black tux, cut the same as Steven's, a white shirt, and light purple vest, walked Donna, the maid of honor down, closely followed by Kelso, also wearing a black tux with the same cut and white shirt, except with a pink vest, escorting Brook. Betsy was the flower girl and Fez was the ring bearer.
All six of them took their places at the alter with Eric beside Steven. Then, the wedding march started to play. The audience turned toward the entrance and the curtain at the top of the aisle, something Jackie insisted on having, parted to reveal Jackie with her arm laced through Red's.
Steven could have sworn his heart stopped. Her dress, of course, was white with a sweetheart cut bodice, off the shoulder with the neckline dipping in front like a heart-shaped opening. Her skirt ended at her ankles and was skin tight, with a slit down the side from thigh to ankle so she could walk. She shimmered like an angle when she moved. She was beautiful.
Jackie slowly started walking down the aisle. She couldn't take her eyes off of Steven. He was so handsome in his tux. She smirked. When she looked closer at him, she could see the outline of his sunglasses in his front pocket. Somehow, he'd managed to sneak them past Kitty.
"I can tell you're happy," Red whispered.
"I am," she whispered back. "Although I have to admit I didn't think this would ever happen."
"All I can say is you two deserve each other. You make each other happy and that marriage to that stripper was a joke. He's always loved you," Red told her.
"I know that now," she said before Red handed her to Steven.
"Who gives this woman away?" the preacher, Pastor Dave, asked.
"I do," Red said proudly, before shaking Steven's hand. "If you break this girl's heart again, I'll rip yours from your chest," Red warned him quietly.
"I don't think you have to worry about that, Red," Steven assured him. "I'm keeping her this time."
"Would you like to begin?" Pastor Dave asked.
"Yes," Jackie practically yelled.
Steven smirked at her before saying, "Yes, Pastor Dave, we're ready."
"Ok. Now if you'll both join hands." Pastor Dave turned to Jackie. "Do you, Jackie Burkhart, take Steven Hyde to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?"
Jackie looked into Steven's eyes lovingly. "I do," she answered.
Pastor Dave turned to Steven. "Now, do you, Steven Hyde, take Jackie Burkhart to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," he replied.
"So, with the power invested in me by the state of Wisconsin, I know announce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
"Finally," Steven exclaimed before clamping his lips to Jackie's. The wedding guests cheered, but Jackie and Steven kept on kissing.
Eric cleared his throat to try to get their attention, and when that didn't work, he yelled at them, "Guys, save something for the honeymoon!"
Jackie and Steven broke apart and grinned at each other. "I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Steven Hyde," Pastor Dave announced. The wedding guests cheered again.
Later, at the wedding reception that was being held in the Forman's yard, the party was happening. Guest mingled about drinking wine.
Jackie walked into the backyard after changing out of her wedding dress and putting on a white pant suit, Steven following behind her. "Okay, everyone, who's ready for some wedding cake?" she yelled, before walking over to the wedding cake set on a table in the middle of the Forman driveway. She kissed Mrs. Forman on the cheek. "Thanks for the beautiful cake," she said.
"Oh, Jackie, you're quite welcome," Kitty exclaimed before handing Jackie and Steven a knife to cut the cake with.
Standing side-by-side, their cheeks pressed together, Jackie and Steven cut two pieces of cake out. Jackie picked up her piece and was about to take a bite, when she looked up at Steven and saw that gleam that he got in his eye right before he did something wrong.
"Steven, don't you dare," she barely got out before he pushed his piece into her face. Cameras snapped pictures of her face and then the moment where Jackie smashed her piece into Steven's curly hair.
"Ha," she laughed at him. "Serves you right."
Steven grinned at her. "You have learned well, young grasshopper," he said before pulling her into a kiss.
"Okay, you two, let's eat some dinner before you do the naughty in our backyard," Kitty interrupted.
Everyone sat down at the table and started eating. They all looked up, when suddenly, they heard someone tapping on a wine glass.
Eric stood up and said, "I know it's tradition for the best man to give a speech, so here it goes. When Hyde and Jackie got together, I didn't think it was going to last. Their relationship was more than a little unnatural." Eric grinned sheepishly at Jackie when she glared at him. "But, as they stayed together, I realized why. They were perfect for each other and they made each other happy. I could tell that they were meant to be together forever when every time they would have problems, Hyde would just sit there, miserable. No other girl had ever made him that sad before. And when they weren't having troubles, they were both extremely happy. If you walked into the room with them there, and you were in a bad mood, they would make you happy with all the happiness you could see glowing from them.
"So, I'd like to give a toast to Jackie and Hyde." Eric raised his glass toward the happy couple and everyone else followed suite. "Let them live a long and happy life together."
Everyone clapped at Eric's speech, and Steven clapped a hand on Eric's shoulder. "Thanks man," he said.
"Okay, everyone, it's time for the bride and groom to have the first dance," Kitty cried. She walked toward a record player standing in the corner of the yard, and put on a slow song.
Steven let Jackie out onto the dance floor and pulled her close to him. She laid her head down on his chest and closed her eyes, savoring being this close to him. "I'm so happy we finally got married," he whispered in her ear.
She looked up at him. "Me too," she whispered back before gently laying her lips on his. "My puddin pop is mine forever."
He groaned. "Do you still have to call me 'puddin pop?'" he demanded.
"Yup," she laughed up at him.
Kitty and Red stood at the side of the "dance floor," looking at the happy couple laughing and teasing each other. "Oh, Red, they're so beautiful together. Do you think they'll last?"
"They better. After all of this trouble we've gone through for them, I'll stick my foot up both of their asses."
"Oh, Red, why do you have to be so mean all the time?" she demanded. "Why can't you just admit they're a cute couple?"
Kitty looked over at Jackie and Steven, still dancing, and winced. They were both now making out.
"For the love of….That's why, Kitty. Because of those two, my house was turned into a playboy mansion," he said before walking off.
"I don't care what he says. They're still cute," she said before walking off after Red.
And they lived a long and happy life together.
AN: Thanks for reading this chapter. I kinda wrote it in a hurry so I'm sorry for any mistakes in here. I hope you enjoyed it. Plz review, but if you don't, thanks for reading anyway.
