Note: Sorry this chapter took so long to come to fruition. I'm over my writer's block so hopefully the updates will come faster now. Thanks for hanging in there. Also I am not Jewish, I got ALL of my information on Jewish weddings off the Internet so please forgive me and feel free to correct me if I got anything wrong! I also took some liberties since I imagined them having an interfaith wedding. On with the show……..

The day was bright and beautiful, which was good because we were having an outdoor ceremony. I woke up and looked at my bed. This was the last time I would ever wake up alone. "What do you think of all this huh? Your mommy and daddy are getting married," I said as I rubbed my stomach. The baby kicked as though it had heard me. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and tried to take advantage of this final moment of calm before the storm.

"I feel like I forgot something," I fretted as my mom helped me into my dress. "Don't worry baby. Calmer minds have got you covered," she said as she finished buttoning the back of my dress. "Where's Maureen? She needs to do my makeup."

"I'm right here Pookie. Have a seat."

"You've done this before right?"

"Pookie, I'm an actress, of course I have. Now if you keep talking, I'm going to screw up your lip liner, and you're not going to like me much."

Mimi was arranging my veil in my hair. It's Jewish custom for the groom to veil the bride, but the one custom I wanted to keep was not having Mark see me until I was absolutely time.

"Oh Pookie, you look so beautiful," Maureen cried as she hugged me.

"Maureen do not make me cry," I warned her laughing.

"I can't help it. I'm just so happy for you and Mark," she cried.

"Girl you're going to screw up my makeup," I teased.

"Congratulations," Mimi said as she gave me a hug.

"Places," I heard someone call. "Ohh, this is it," I exclaimed.

"Baby, I am so proud of you," my mom said as she hugged me.

"Thanks Mom."

The music started up and Mimi, and Roger started down the aisle. Then Maureen and Collins. "I love you,' Mark mouthed to me as it was his turn. "I love you too," I mouthed back as he was escorted down by his parents to the chuppah where we would be married according to Jewish tradition. Then it was my turn, with my mom on one side and my dad on the other. I reached Mark and walked in a circle around him seven times. This, he explained to me, was symbolic of building our future home as the world was built in seven days.

Next the rabbi read the betrothal blessing and we each drank from the cup of wine he blessed. "Now Joanne and Mark would like to read the vows they wrote for each other," the rabbi announced.

First it was Marks turn. "Joanne, for a long time I've been the observer, watching everything through my camera lens. Now you've made me experience life through a different angle, I participate now instead of capture it with my camera. You've made my life richer. I will do my best to be the best husband in the world to you."

"Mark, there is no day but today, and each day we've been given together, you've made better. While I was independent before, you have made me whole. I love you and am glad that the paths we've traveled have brought us to this point. I will do my best to be the best wife in the world to you."

Then it was time for the rings. He placed the ring on the forefinger of my right hand. "Behold, you are betrothed unto me with this ring according to the laws of Moses and Israel," he stated as was the custom. The rings we exchanged were simple as marriage is supposed to be a thing of simple beauty. Besides, neither of us really wanted anything ostentacious.

The "Ketubah," a traditional Jewish wedding contract, was signed and we drank a second cup of wine that the rabbi recited seven blessings over.

"Mazeltov" one of Mark's uncles yelled as Mark stomped on the glass. We then got to go to the Yichud, a private room where the bride, and groom were allowed to spend some private time. And Mark was able to break his fast. Had I not been pregnant, I would have fasted too. Nevertheless, I appreaciated the light meal we had just as much as Mark did.

"We're married now," I said as we munched on sandwiches.

"Thank goodness we got through it. We better stay together because I'm not getting married ever again."

"Amen," I agreed as I remembered my shower.

"My wife," he said as he grabbed my hand.

"My husband".

It felt so strange, yet so nice to say those words. He pulled me into him so his hands were on my stomach. Then he jumped.

"What's wrong?"

"I felt the baby kick."

"Our baby."

We sat there enjoying the moment, when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Mark yelled.

"Come on Mark and Joanne, it's time for pictures," his mother insisted. It seemed like an eternity that we were forced to stand in every position known to man for the flashing bulbs. It was a relief when they were finally done and Mark and I were able to mingle with our guests.

After another gigantic meal with all our guests, it was time to start dancing. To our surprise, Collins took the mike as Mark led me out to the floor. "This is for the newlyweds," he said and started to sing "Live in my house, I'll be your shelter. Just pay me back with one thousand kisses. Be my lover. I'll cover you." It was a touching moment as Maureen, and Benny, then Mimi and Roger, joined us on the floor.

All in all it was a great day, but Mark and I were glad to finally have it over with, and Mark was glad to have his camera back.

"I was scared he was going to break it," Mark confided as we rode to our hotel in the limo.

"Well, now it gets the night off," I said, snuggling into Mark.

"Oh, but I wanted to do some more filming," Mark teased.

"Funny boy," I said as he kissed me.

We just sat back enjoying the New York cityscape as it passed by. We were spending the night at the Waldorf Astoria before spending the weekend on the Jersey coast.

"Mark don't we have to check in?" I asked as he whisked me past the front desk.

"Already have," he said confidently flashing a key card.

We had just booked a regular room, I thought, but when we opened the door, there was a Jacuzzi in one corner. On the bed were chocolate covered strawberries, and a bottle of sparkling cider. We toasted each other, and enjoyed the rest of our night.