AN:

So this is it. My first 90210 fan fic in ages is officially over. Thanks to VeritaParlata or curses I haven't made up my mind. Also thnks to the people who commented it really meant a lot.

~Kelly~


Part Three

"You look beautiful Brenda." Janet, Steve's wife said from the doorway.

"Thanks Janet and thanks for letting us get married here."

"Please it's your parent's house. What I don't get why you didn't have it at your place."

"We thought it might be better if we were someplace where my dad felt comfortable. All things considered I'd really like it if he didn't kill Dylan today."

Just then, Cindy joined the women. Catching the end of her daughter's statement brought back some serious déjà vu. "Oh lord why is your father trying to kill Dylan now?"

"Isn't the fact were getting married enough?"

"I think he made peace with that when you were sixteen," the older woman said patting Brenda's hand.

"Well you would have never known it."

"Jim was just scared about losing his little girl. You'll understand better when you have kids." Cindy told her daughter. The truth was her father hadn't acted much differently about Jim. She caught Brenda's eye wondering why her daughter had suddenly gone quite. Then it hit her. "Your father is going to want to kill him."

"I know. Hopefully Brandon can keep there from being bloodshed. If he ever gets here that is." Brandon mumbled secretly thinking about killing her twin.

"He'll be here honey. There is no way he's going to miss you and Dylan finally getting married."

Dylan wondered if someone hated him. It was probably Steve. Being trapped in Jim Walsh's office (Even if it was no longer technicality his.) was bad enough without him actually sitting there with him. Stupid Brandon for being late. At least Brenda wouldn't be mad at him for a while.

"I want you to know that I'm happy for you and Brenda." Jim said slightly shocking Dylan. However, most of his issues with Dylan McKay had been resolved in the last three years.

"Bren appreciates that. She was worried about your reaction."

"Dylan you have to admit in the past you gave me reason to worry."

"I know I have but this time it's different." Dylan promised thinking about how solid things were with Bren this time.

"And I believe you."

"Brenda's pregnant." he admitted softly not sure, where the impulse had come from. Dylan almost immediately regretted it. The room went silent as the color drained from Jim's face.

"What did you just say?" he asked quietly.

"Brenda and I are going to have a baby."

"You got my daughter pregnant?" he asked this time with a hint of anger in his voice.

"We didn't plan this."

"That doesn't make it better. Is this why you're getting married?"

"No. I love Brenda and you know that. It's just with the baby coming there was no reason to wait."

"Oh I know there isn't. You are going to marry Brenda because I'm not going to have you use this as some excuse..."

"I see I haven't missed all the excitement." Brandon interrupted from the doorway. From the looks of it, he had arrived just in time.

"Hey man."

"Hey. Come on dad lay off Dylan."

"I take it you knew. What am I saying of course you knew? This suddenly feels very familiar."

"But it's not I promise." Dylan argued motioning for Brandon to leave. He didn't need his best friend to play referee this time. Over the years, he and Jim had worked out most of their issues. Besides he wasn't that scared boy anymore either. "Bren and I what we have was intense even then. We made a lot of mistakes back then but I always loved her. I always wanted her to be happy."

"I know Dylan. I just wasn't expecting this."

"Us either but I'm excited. Mostly because of knowing your family."

"Who left Dylan in a room with dad?" Brandon asked in way of a greeting to his sister.

"Probably Steve."

"Come on Brenda I thought you forgave him?"

"I have...mostly," she said causing her twin to roll his eyes. Pulling Brandon into a hug, she whispered. "I am so happy you're here."

"Sorry about being late."

"Uh huh. I'll be upset later."

"I'm sure you will. Dad isn't going to kill him."

"How can you be sure?"

After a moment, Brandon shrugged. "Because I just do okay?"

"I just want him to be happy for us."

"He will be. Who knows they may move back to LA?"

"That is not funny," she said as Brandon laughed. "I like having them so far away."

"Ready to get married?"

"More than ready."