A/N: I don't own Pride and Prejudice. Thank you so much to all my reviewers. There are links to pictures of Jane's wedding dress and Lizzie's maid of honor dress in my profile; feel free to check them out

Chapter Twenty-Six: More I Cannot Wish You

Lizzie's POV

It was finally here, the day before Jane's wedding. They were getting married on January 2, 2010, so they were having their rehearsal dinner on New Year's Day. Of course most of us had stayed out late welcoming the New Year and the new decade, so when my cell phone started ringing at 8:30 in the morning on January 1, I did what any logical person who had been up until three in the morning would do; I threw my cell phone across the room. Of course, my sister wouldn't stop calling and the phone wouldn't stop ringing, so Jenny started yelling at me. "Elizabeth, just answer that damn phone and make the noise go away."

So I dragged myself out of my warm bed and picked up "that damn phone" and answered it. "What?" I barked into the phone.

"Did I wake you up?" Jane asked in a voice that was entirely too sweet for eight-thirty on New Year's Day morning.

"Yes," I replied. "You woke me up; thank you."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said; my sister is way too sweet for her own good. Someday I'm going to kill her for that sugary sweet voice. I love her to death but that voice is too sweet, especially when I've just woken up. "I didn't mean to wake you up but the thing is that I need some help getting things ready for the rehearsal dinner and I was wondering if you could come over and help me."

"Where are you right now?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Is that Bridezilla?" Jenny said as she wandered into the hallway between our bedrooms.

"It's Jane, if that's what you mean," I replied. "She needs help with the wedding."

"I'm at Mom and Dad's." Jane's voice came through my cell phone. "Remember, I moved out of my condo so Dad could lease it to someone else."

"I forgot about that," I said.

"So can you come on over?"

"Just give me a chance to take a shower and get dressed and then I'll be over," I told her.

"Ask her if she wants me to come; I'm awake now and I've got nothing better to do," Jenny said.

"My darling roommate says that since you woke her up, she'd be willing to come over and help. We'd be a little later if she came but we could get more done."

"Bring her along," Jane replied. "Sarah and Char are coming over at some point and Mom's willing to help me but she's busy with Lydia, so if Jenny could come that'd be great. And I want Mary and Katie to help but I don't know if they will because Mary worked late and Katie stayed out late with friends. I'm not even sure that Katie is even home yet."

"We'll shower and head on over," I said. "And please stop rambling. Play with Maddie until we get there, but we'll be there within an hour."

An hour later, Jenny and I were standing outside the door to my parents' penthouse. I had a cup of decaf peppermint mocha for Jane in one hand and a bag filled with the various objects that she'd called me and asked me to bring with me. I had a hair straightener, a curling iron, chocolate, four scented candles, and the clothes I was wearing to the rehearsal dinner. As I opened the door, I could hear Jane blaring Queen throughout the apartment. "She's officially lost it," I told Jenny. "If I get like this before my wedding, please shoot me."

"Why do you think she's lost it?"

"She hates Queen. I love them but she hates them. If I hear Backstreet Boys, then I'll know she's done for."

Jenny smiled as we walked towards Jane's bedroom. When we walked in, I found her sitting on the floor surrounded by our parents' wedding album, tissues, various photo albums of the Bennett girls' childhood, and at least half of her clothes. I could hear my niece screaming but I couldn't see her anywhere in the room. "Where's Maddie?" I asked as I handed my sister her mocha.

She shrugged. "Maybe she ran away to join the circus."

"Stay with her," I told my roommate. "I'm going to find the baby."

I found my niece lying on the couch screaming. I changed her diaper and gave her a bottle; that seemed to make her much happier. Then I brought her into Jane's room, where Jenny seemed to have instilled some sanity and order in my absence. There weren't as many clothes on the floor; now they were packed up in a suitcase on the bed. The photo albums were neatly stacked on the desk; and instead of blaring Queen, the CD player was now playing the much more soothing sounds of Enya's "A Day without Rain" album. The tissues were not strewn around the room anymore but now they were all in the trash can. "If you can get her to wash her face," Jenny said. "I'll clean up the room a bit more and keep an eye on Maddie."

"When Sarah and Char get here, I'll put them to work on things that actually relate to the wedding," I told her.

"Good idea, I think she's just stressed out. Just don't give her any wine to calm her down."

I sighed and shook my head. At some point towards the end of Jane's college career, one of her roommates gave her some wine to calm her down during finals week and then left her alone in the apartment with the wine. Alex called me about an hour to tell me that he had come over to her apartment to borrow something and found my sister lying on the floor drunk. He was unsure of how to handle the situation, so he called me wondering what to do. When I was done laughing, I told him that Jane was a lightweight and just to put her to bed. Apparently she tried to hit on him several times and even asked him once why he wasn't in love with her but she kept calling him "Tom" so I don't think she was ever really in love with Alex. Jenny knew the story because Alex had called her and asked her to help him put Janie to bed. He didn't feel comfortable doing that, so he asked a girl who knew Jane well to take care of that. That was eight, almost nine years ago now. Janie was getting married the next day and Alex was married. I was getting married in June and Jenny in July. It was crazy; we were all growing up.

I ended up forcing my sister into the shower upon the discovery that she hadn't showered since waking up. All she'd done since waking up was call me and have a panic attack about her wedding. She was afraid that things were going to go wrong during the wedding. What if she wasn't pretty enough or the wedding party didn't get along? She had a thousand and one questions that she asked me while I undressed her and shoved her in the shower. She kept shouting questions when I left the bathroom to go get her some clean clothes. By the time Charlotte and Sarah Fleming arrived, I had my sister dressed and sitting at the kitchen table wrapping presents for her bridesmaids. Meanwhile, Jenny was cleaning and organizing Jane's room. Jane was so organized that there wasn't that much she actually needed to do. Tomorrow we'd have to help her get ready and go have our hair done, but today we mostly just needed to handle a few things that could only be done at the last minute.

We needed to finish taking care of the seating chart and making the favors. My mom wanted us to give our Jordan almonds, but Jane and Charlie wanted to give people something more personal and long-lasting than almonds or matchbooks. They ended up deciding on shot glasses engraved with "Charles and Jane January 2, 2010" and then there would be pink and green Jordan almonds inside. Their wedding colors were red, green, and white. She had eight bridesmaids; four of us were wearing red dresses and the other four were wearing green dresses. The groomsmen were all wearing black suits with either green or red vests and ties, depending on the color of the dress of their respective bridesmaid. For example, Will was going to wear a red vest and tie to match my red dress while Caroline wore a green dress and Jonathan wore a green vest and tie to match.

"Can I just say that I think that twelve people make a really big wedding party?" Sarah remarked as we made bags of Jordan almonds. Jane was downstairs talking to Claire-Marie about the dinner menu for the reception. The rehearsal dinner that evening would be held at the Netherfield and the reception the next day was at the Longbourn.

"You think having twelve people in total is bad?" Jenny said. "Kyle's brother, Alex, went to a wedding were there were twelve bridesmaids and twelve groomsmen."

"Who was this?" I asked.

"Did you ever meet Alex's roommate Ben?"

I thought for a minute. "The tall guy with light brown hair who was a year behind Alex and wanted to be a doctor? That was at his wedding? His girlfriend seemed so reasonable when I met her."

"It wasn't at Ben and Cecilia's wedding although they were both in this wedding. It was Cecilia's brother's wedding; her brother married this girl who had a bunch of siblings and a lot of friends and she wanted them all in her wedding. Alex and Hannah said it was a nice wedding but the wedding party seemed kind of overwhelming. Alex said Ben and Cecilia thought it was way too big."

"I can't imagine being in a wedding party that big," Char said. "I mean I know I had a big wedding party but that's just insane."

I shrugged. "I guess if she was from a big family, that all makes sense."

"Yeah, but twelve bridesmaids!" Jenny exclaimed. "I have two sisters and three sisters-in-law and I know that I couldn't have them all in my wedding. And they know that too. Cecilia has four sisters but they all accepted that they couldn't be in her wedding."

"My sisters understand that I can't have all of them in my wedding," I said. "Jane is having Mary, Katie, and me in the wedding, but Lydia doesn't even want to be in the wedding."

Lydia had decided that she would be too fat to be in the wedding, among other things. Jane didn't really want her in the wedding because she was disappointed in our youngest sister and her behavior. Lydia had announced that she wasn't coming to the rehearsal dinner because she didn't feel like but she also didn't feel like taking care of Maddie. Thankfully, Gianna Darcy was willing to watch Maddie during the dinner that night. It was my responsibility to get my niece over to the Netherfield before the rehearsal dinner. I knew my best bet would be to drop her off on my way to the church although I was also determined to keep her from spitting up on my nice dress. I was getting changed and doing my hair at my parents' place and then Jenny and I were driving Maddie over to the Netherfield. After that, we were heading to the church for the rehearsal. Rehearsing all of this was going to make it real; my big sister was getting married.

At five-thirty sharp, Jenny and I pulled out of the Longbourn's parking lot in my black Chevy Impala with my niece in the backseat. "Are you ready for this?" my roommate asked as I made a right turn unto Longbourn Boulevard heading into Meryton.

I shook my head. "My big sister is getting marred; this is so weird. How did you feel when your older siblings got married?"

"When Tim and Greg got married, it was weird because they're so much older than me and I didn't really know them. When Mike got married, it was also weird but that was because the family doesn't really like Jessica that much. But it was hard watching Barb and then Kathy get married. We're really close. And then they got married and moved in with their husbands and it was weird. Barb at least lived nearby for a couple years but then she and Matt took off for Germany. And they took Teresa with them!"

I smiled. Jenny was extremely close to her older sister, Barbara, who had married a guy named Matt about seven years ago. Their oldest child, Teresa, was born about a year after they got married and shortly before they moved to Germany; they've lived in Germany since Teresa was born. "And then they went and had three more kids!" Jenny added. "I barely get to see them. They're my nieces and nephews and I miss them."

"What about with Kathy, what was that like?" I asked, trying to distract her from missing people who were actually at her parents' house right now.

"That was hard, but not as hard. Kathy hadn't lived at home for ages, but I still love her and miss her. But you get used to it. And in this case, you're the one doing the leaving, not them."

I smiled. "True story and it's weird. Our family has been in Meryton for ages. Uncle Edward is the only one who has ever left."

"Yeah and he went to Chicago, just like you're going to do. I think Chicago has some sort of magnetic pull on your heart."

"What?" I asked, completely confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You're obsessed with that city. You love the size and the stores and the theatres and everything about it; you love that city. Now, granted, your uncle is your godfather and you're insanely close to your Aunt Sophie and their kids, but you love Chicago more than anyone else I know. You were destined to live there."

Just then, I pulled into the parking lot of the Netherfield and had to take my niece to see Gianna, so that was the end of Jenny's ruminations over my love for Chicago. She was probably right that I was weirdly destined for that city but it was weird to hear someone say it out loud.

Fifteen minutes later, I was standing in the back of St. Thomas listening to Fr. Bob explain what we were going to do that evening. "I'm sure the bride knows what order she wants all of you walking down the aisle in, so I'll leave that to her discretion. After you all make it down the aisle, I'll just go over the basic structure of the ceremony tomorrow."

I got to walk down the aisle with Will. "Just think," I whispered in his ear. "In less than six months, we'll be doing this again."

"Yeah, but the end result will be so much more satisfying to me," he said. "I get the girl at the end of that one. This time it's just my best friend marrying your sister."

I smiled and squeezed his hand. "Yes and we're happy for them."

"That we are," he replied. "Oh, and you look amazing, darling. I love that skirt on you. I can't wait to see you in your dress tomorrow."

After the rehearsal, we went to the Netherfield for dinner. The food was amazing and it was wonderful spending time with everyone. After dinner, Charlie and his groomsmen sang "I'm Gonna Make You Love Me" to Jane. Then, following up on a promise made many years ago to my dad, Kyle, Jenny, and I sang "Sunrise, Sunset" to my parents. My mom started crying when we got to the line "I don't remember growing older; when did they?" Even my dad was crying by the end of the song especially at the line "What words of wisdom can I give them?" I think my parents were really realizing that their oldest daughter was getting married. I really wanted to dance with my dad to that song at my wedding. Jane was going to dance to "Butterfly Kisses" with Dad the next day but that song actually fit her relationship with him; "Sunrise, Sunset" was much more my relationship with Dad.

Before the end of the evening, my mom made sure that someone took a picture of Jane, Charlie, Will, and me; she wanted one last picture of the four of us before the wedding. Then she took a picture of Jane and me and we were both practically crying when she took the picture. "My first daughter is getting married," Mom sobbed.

I was crying because I realized that what Kyle had said a few days earlier was true. Jane wasn't my twin, so we probably aren't as close as Kyle and Alex are, but we are really close. We're about a year and a half apart in age and we've always been close. We played together as children, talked until obscene hours of the night/early morning as teenagers, made determined efforts to see each other during college, and lived together until last April. We'd been closer than any other sisters I knew. And now my sister was getting married. Jenny had once remarked that she thought that in some ways, Kyle and Alex shared a mind, a heart, and a soul. "They would never agree to it themselves," she'd said. "But they can sense when the other one is near and I think they can almost read each other's minds."

Will's POV

The morning of January 2, I woke up to Charlie shaking me awake and saying something about it being the most important day of his life. I opened one eye and tried to glare at him as best as I could in my state of exhaustion. "What time is it?" I mumbled.

"It's seven-thirty, Will," he replied excitedly. "We need to get ready if we're going to be at the church in time for my wedding."

"Your wedding is at one and we're getting dressed. Leave me alone until around ten," I told him before pulling my blankets up over my head.

"There are things we need to do before the wedding besides get dressed," the groom said, yanking my blankets off of me.

"Okay, so I need to take a shower," I said. "Wake me up at nine-thirty."

"You're ridiculous," he told me before dropping my blankets on the floor and walking out of the room. I thought I was home free and the crazy man was gone, so I retrieved my blankets and attempted to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, I'd been asleep for maybe two or three minutes when I heard my door open again and then I began to hear the sounds of the Spice Girls singing "If You Want to be my Lover." I moaned and threw my pillow at him but to no avail. Charles Winston Bennett was determined to get me out of bed.

I sighed and climbed out of bed. When I got married, I wasn't going to wake any of my groomsmen up before it was absolutely necessary for them to be awake. Of course, unlike Charlie, I happened to be the type of person who wouldn't wake everyone else in the house up because I was excited. When I was a kid, I used to go sit and stare at the Christmas tree until my parents and Gianna woke up on their own, or until Gianna woke Mom and Dad up. But I never really felt a huge need to wake other people up just because I was excited about something. Am I weird? Maybe, Lizzie would give that question a very definitive and resounding yes but then who was she to talk anyway? She was the one who once set her toenail clippings on fire to see what color the flames would be. By the way, apparently the flames were normal colors; I wasn't there for this event but I heard about it from Steve and Becca who witnessed it at some point during their years in college.

At ten-thirty, I found myself standing in Charlie's room while he paced back and forth debating whether or not he was worthy of Jane. I didn't think I was worthy of Lizzie but she seemed to love me anyway, so I wasn't going to explore that one too deeply. She loved me and that was all that mattered. I'd been trying to eat my breakfast but he wouldn't leave me alone long enough to eat. Finally, when he was wondering if she liked his haircut or not, I walked out of the room and went to find my breakfast. I found Louisa eating the food that I had left in the dining room but decided not to broach the issue with her. Instead, I went into the kitchen and found a new bowl and poured myself more cereal. After washing that down with a glass of orange juice, I looked at the clock to see that it was eleven o'clock. I decided to check on Charlie and then give Lizzie a call to see who things were going for the girls.

Charlie was still pacing the room but I made sure he understood that we were leaving for the church in thirty minutes. Then I went to my room and called Lizzie. "Jane is practically having a nervous breakdown and we haven't even left my parents' place yet. She's convinced that Charlie is going to leave her at the altar."

I sighed. "They're a match made in heaven. He's convinced he doesn't deserve her and is sitting around wondering why she wants to marry him."

I heard her laugh and I smiled. "You do realize that it'll be our turn in less than six months?" she asked, her tone suddenly becoming serious. "Will, we're getting married in less than six months."

"Does that scare you?"

"No, but I just hope I'm not acting like Jane is now when that day comes. When we were getting out hair done, she was so ditzy and out of it. She's so worried that Charlie is going to stand her up or something. It's ridiculous, Will," she sighed. "They love each and this is all going to work out perfectly."

"You're right, but they're nervous. They're getting married and I guess on your wedding day that must be a scary thing. I don't know, but I bet it must be. You've been in weddings before; was Charlotte nervous? Or what about Becca or Hannah, didn't they get nervous?"

She laughed, and I'm sure she was remembering some great moment with Becca or Hannah or Charlotte before their wedding. "All right, Miss Bennett," I said. "What's so funny?"

She kept laughing and said, "You know something, Will? I'm better at doing The Serious Teacher Voice than you are."

"That's because you're a serious teacher. I'm a lawyer and no one expects us to have a Serious Teacher Voice."

"Yeah, but I've heard you use your Serious Lawyer Voice."

"Oh, the one I use when I'm trying to get people to stop arguing or when I'm in court? Gianna says that voice scares her."

"Sometimes it scares me too," she admitted. "Maybe you should try using it on Charlie."

"And you use your teacher voice on Jane. Then the wedding will start on time."

"Will, darling, we're talking about Charlie and Jane; this wedding will not start on time. But if you work on Charlie and I work on Jane, I'll see you at the church very soon."

Forty-five minutes later, we got to the church. The girls were already there; I laughed out loud when I realized that the girls had beaten us to the church. But Charlie had taken forever to get out to the car, even using my best Serious Lawyer Voice. In all honesty, Lizzie's Serious Teacher Voice is better than my Serious Lawyer Voice. Of course, I have to use mine to persuade lawyers and judges while she has to convince high school students to do things that they don't want to do. I imagine it also works well with nervous brides or silly sisters.

I didn't see Lizzie until a few minutes before the wedding. And I have to say that she has never looked so beautiful in her entire life. Jane looked gorgeous but Lizzie outshone the bride, at least in my opinion. I'm sure no one else thought that way but I did. Her hair looked beautiful but it was the dress that made her shine. It was red and it had thicker straps but then a bit of a v-shape to the neckline and there was beading at the waist; I'm horrible at describing dresses but she looked wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I couldn't stop smiling as we walked down the aisle. She was smiling herself, but I knew that she was probably realizing that in less than six months her dad would be walking her down this very same aisle while I stood where Charlie was standing and waiting. But the day wasn't about Lizzie or me. It was about my best friend and Lizzie's sister; it was Jane and Charlie's day.

When Lizzie and I reached the end of the aisle and took our respective places, the string quartet began playing Pachelbel's Canon in D and Mr. Bennett and Jane began walking down the aisle. Jane looked amazing and she looked so happy; it seemed like she was glowing with delight. Her dress was beautiful and she looked like a princess; no, she looked like a queen, the queen of the day. Charlie's face had been lit up like someone had turned on a new light inside of him. His eyes were bright with joy; I'd never seen him look that happy in his life and I've known him since kindergarten. Those two were perfect for each other and I was so glad they were finally getting married. I know there was a time when I worked to end their relationship but that's behind me now. I'm behind them as much as I can be. I want things to work out for them, if only because I'm engaged to Jane's sister. And Charlie is my best friend.

The wedding was beautiful. The music was great and their vows were wonderful; the whole Mass was great. Tears were running down Jane's cheeks during the vows but it was so obvious how happy she was. "I've waited for someone like you since I was a little girl," Jane said during their vows. "When I was little I used to dream about my prince charming that would come and sweep me off my feet. As I grew older, I realized that what I really wanted was a man who would put God above all else, a man who would love God more than he loved me. And I found that in you. You are my knight in shining armor but more than that, you are a reminder of the presence of God in my life."

"I've waited for a woman like you all my life and when I finally found you it was a dream come true, the fulfillment of a thousand dreams and wishes. I'd been praying for a woman like you for years and then one day, there you were, standing there in front of me," Charlie said. He sighed and continued. "You are God's greatest gift to me. I don't know what I would do without you. You're the light in my life and you mean so much to me." My best friend was pledging forever; we were growing up. This realization that we were adults, really and truly adults, had been flowing over me during the past few weeks. As Charlie and Jane's wedding day drew closer, this had become more and more evident to me. Oh sure, I'd watched Greg and Melissa get married the previous summer and I'd been at Jon and Gretchen's wedding a few years earlier. I'd been in Rick and Evelyn's wedding a while back but this was different. I was getting married soon.

All day my mind kept returning to the fact that in less than six months I would be the one standing there promising "until death do us part" to Lizzie. I was going to make Miss Elizabeth Anne Bennett into Mrs. Elizabeth Anne Darcy. There hadn't been a Mrs. Darcy for years now. My mother died when I was twenty-two and now I was thirty-one, almost thirty-two. Anne Fitzwilliam-Darcy had died almost ten years earlier and now I was going to get married.

At the end of the Mass, Charlie and Jane walked down the aisle together as Mr. and Mrs. Charles Winston Bingley. Then I took Lizzie's arm and we followed Mr. and Mrs. Bingley out of the church. "Just think," Lizzie whispered in my ear. "In less than six months, we'll be the ones walking down the aisle first."

"Lizzie-lou, that's all I've been able to think about all day," I whispered back.

"After watching the two of them get married, I've realized I can't wait for our wedding. There's so much work that still needs to be done and we need to wait until the school year is over, but I just can't wait to get married. I can't wait to be Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy."

When she said those three magical words, I could feel chills running down my spine. "You're going to be Mrs. Darcy," I whispered in her ear.

She smiled as we exited the church. "And I can't wait. But today is Jane and Charlie's day. Let's keep the focus on them."

I kissed her cheek. "It would be my pleasure, my lady."

We spent at least two hours posing for wedding pictures. My favorite of the wedding pictures was one of Lizzie, Jane, Charlie, and I standing in front of the Christmas tree in the church. The reds and greens of the Christmas tree really fit in well with the colors of Lizzie's dress and the girls' flowers. And it was a great shot of the four of us. I also really liked the pictures that were taken of just the Bennett sisters. Lizzie, Mary, and Katie had been bridesmaids and Lydia just got to wear a pretty dress even if she was convinced she was hideously ugly. But they all looked gorgeous.

After all the picture taking ended, we headed over the Longbourn for the reception. We got there around five although the reception didn't start until six. Most of the bridal party ended up in the VIP lounge playing cards. Lizzie, Jenny, Jane, and Charlie were playing euchre while most of us guys played poker. Lizzie had tried to teach me to play euchre a thousand and one times but for some reason I just couldn't grasp the strategy behind the game. According to Kyle, euchre is a Michigan thing and the only people who can understand it are people from Michigan, Ontario, and people who should be from Michigan can understand. I guess this means I'm not supposed to be from Michigan. Well, Lizzie did agree to move to Chicago so that must be a sign that I'm not meant to live in Michigan.

Shortly after six o'clock, we made our way into the reception. Jane and Charlie had asked Steve to introduce the wedding party but to be more proper than he usually was when he was the master of ceremonies at a wedding. So, he was good and proper and appropriate, like we all knew he could be. The whole reception was beautiful. Jane and Charlie danced their first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Charles Winston and Jane Priscilla Bingley to Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable." It was adorable and very much them. They had a very cutesy and romantic relationship. Now they are mature, responsible adults and their relationship reflects that. But they're both more into doing things that Lizzie calls "chick flick stuff." Apparently, this category includes Valentine's Day proposals, Christmas weddings, and having "Unforgettable" as your wedding song.

After Charlie and Jane's dance, Jane danced with her dad to "More I Cannot Wish You" from Guys and Dolls. "That's another chick flick moment," Lizzie whispered in my ear.

"I think it's kind of sweet," I replied.

She shrugged. "Of course it's sweet. Chick flick moments are always sweet and amazingly sappy. They're so sweet and sappy that they'll give you cavities just from smelling them."

"What kind of romance do you want?"

A faraway look fell over her eyes and she smiled her secret smile that she only smiles when she doesn't realize that she's smiling or that anyone is paying attention to her. It's her happiest and most sincere smile. "I want a warrior prince who will fight by my side no matter what happens. Jane always preferred Prince Charming from Snow White while I want to marry Maximus Decimus Meridius."

"My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next," I teased.

She shook her head and laughed. "I love that movie."

A few minutes later, we had to dance together for the wedding party dance. So dancing with Lizzie isn't exactly a painful experience. But Jane had made us all practice dancing to the song like five times. We were dancing to the song "I've Had the Time of my Life" from Dirty Dancing. I'm not sure what the significance of that song to the wedding party was but Jane liked it so we went with it. And after that song, we could dance when we wanted and with whomever we pleased. Okay, so I only wanted to dance with my fiancée and my sister, but I still had my options open as far as the bride and groom were concerned. At one point in the evening, I was dancing with Gianna and when I came back to Lizzie, she was sitting with Steve, Becca, Kyle, Jenny, Alex, Hannah, and a couple I'd never met before. Jenny had Mary Logan in her lap and Lizzie had a baby girl I didn't recognize in her lap. The adults were all talking animatedly and seemed to know each other well. I was about to go talk to some friends of mine from college who I could see when Alex called me over. "Will, come here! I want you to meet some friends of Jane's and mine from college."

I came over the table and sat down in an empty chair between Lizzie and the unknown woman. "Will Darcy," Alex continued. "I'd like to introduce you to Ben and Cecilia Gobetti and their daughter Sophia. Ben and I lived together from my junior year of college until he got married about a year and a half ago."

"Now he lives with me," the woman seated to my right, who apparently was named Cecilia, said.

"And this little girl, don't forget that he lives with darling little Sophia," Lizzie added, stroking the cheek of the baby in her lap. The baby had dark brown curls and big brown eyes.

Ben, who was sitting on his wife's other side, laughed. "I live with the two most beautiful women I know."

"It's because we're both Italian," his wife told him.

"And they both have beautiful Italian names," Steve said.

"Steve loves anything and everything Italian," Becca remarked.

"Especially Italian food," her incorrigible husband replied. "We went to Italy on our honeymoon and the food there was so amazing. Becca tried to learn some of their recipes and now she's learning Italian cooking from my mother and grandmother."

"Where are Charlie and Jane going for their honeymoon?" Hannah asked, brilliantly stopping Steve's rant that could be perceived as insulting to his wife.

"Paris," Lizzie replied. "They want to visit the City of Love to celebrate the beginning of their marriage born out of their boundless love for each other."

I smiled. I knew Lizzie thought this was another "chick flick moment" aspect of Charlie and Jane's relationship. I thought she was overreacting, but I also knew that Lizzie liked things to be real and peaceful. She didn't like playing games and messing around about things. She would watch chick flicks on occasion and she'd been known to read the occasional book of the chick-lit variety. But Lizzie wasn't an overly girly girl and she was happier doing things to create her own memories rather doing things the way other people did them.

Over the course of the evening, I learned that Cecilia Gobetti had lived with Jane during college. "They were really close during college," Lizzie told me. "They lived together for two years. Jenny and Hannah lived with them too. They had this great house near campus and near St. Thomas in Ann Arbor. Sometimes, Becca, Char, Kyle, Steve, and I would drive down for a weekend to visit them and Becca, Char, and I loved staying in their house. It was just a really nice, homey house."

"And Ben lived with Alex?" I asked.

She nodded. "Ben, Alex, and Kyle are basically the same person with different physical features. There are a few differences but those boys have so much in common."

Lizzie caught Jane's bouquet of red roses shortly before the newlyweds left for Charlie's apartment atop the Netherfield. I was spending the last few days before I went back to Chicago at Kyle's apartment so I didn't have to deal with what Jenny referred to as "wedding night lovey-dovey-ness and things that go bump in the dark." I was actually glad to be spending time with Kyle because he's one of Lizzie's closest friends and someone who she really looks up to and respects. His opinion really matters to her and he's basically the brother she never had. That was why I had asked him to be one of my groomsmen; it was the closest I could come to putting her brother in the wedding.

The next morning, Lizzie and I went to Mass together. Afterwards, we went out for brunch with the Logans, the Collinses, Kyle and Jenny, Alex and Hannah, and the Gobettis. The babies were so cute and sweet. Jackson was a chubby baby who was looking more and more like his father every time I saw him while Mary was looking more and more like her mother. Sophia Gobetti also bore a strong resemblance to her own mother. Lizzie loved playing with her friends' children and I knew she was eagerly looking forward to playing with the children Jane and Charlie would someday have as well as Lydia's children and someday, our children.

A/N: I know it took me forever to write this. I'm sorry and I hope you enjoy it. Please review!