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A/N: -sigh- Sorry about the lack of updating! I got a new job, and boy have they been giving me lots of hours! Not that I can complain... that, and I somehow just felt this incredible block while writing this chapter. I really don't like it. And... the ending is a cliffy, yes, but shall I leave it there, or add a bit of the honeymoon? I'd have no idea what to write. I have an idea of where they could go. Either I could end the story here, or I could start writing the new story... I have an idea in my head, but that's set... well, well over a year and a half after this chapter. Ahaha. But, please give me your ideas in your reviews. PLEASE. I beg you! And thank you!!!

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Courtney softly smiled, snuggling her head against his. "I love you, too."

"Good."

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. They were currently sitting at their reception, watching everyone from their seat. Courtney was situated on Duncan's lap, as he pulled her onto there as soon as the reception started. She certainly didn't mind, as she hated being apart from him the night before. "Are you having fun?" she asked.

He shrugged, his hands and arms wrapped around her waist. "I guess. Our other wedding was much more fun."

She grinned, rolling her eyes. "We didn't do anything. We went straight back to the apartment afterwards."

"Whatever, babe. That night was magical." He laughed when she smacked his arm. "Already hitting your husband? That's not very nice."

"You're not very nice."

"Ooh, really? Well-"

Suddenly, a voice was heard from behind them asking, "Wait, you two have been married?"

Courtney quickly turned around and saw that Michelle was standing there. What surprised her most was that Michelle was wearing a smirk. Duncan also turned around and said, "Way to snoop into our conversation, Michelle."

Michelle rolled her eyes. "I walked by and heard you."

"You can't tell anyone," Duncan said, his tone serious.

Michelle shook her head. "I won't tell." She grinned and pulled a chair up next to them. With a mischievous grin, she sat down and asked, "So... How long?"

"Two months," Duncan said, grinning.

Michelle's mouth fell open lightly. "Really?!" When Duncan and Courtney nodded, Michelle said, "Wow..." She leaned close to them and said, "Some people were betting that you two were already married."

Courtney's eyes widened while Duncan's mouth fell open. "What?!" the married couple exclaimed.

Michelle nodded, sitting back in her chair. "They were making some other bets, too."

"Like what?" Duncan quickly asked.

"Well, I just heard in on a couple, like that one, and they're betting on when you two will have kids," Michelle informed them.

"What were they saying?" Courtney asked, holding onto Duncan's hands. She knew he wanted to get up and sneak over to their friends who were making the bets.

"Some said within a year, some said never, and some said you were already pregnant," Michelle said.

Courtney looked over at Duncan surprisingly as he started to laugh. "I bet the same thing at Geoff and Bridge's wedding," he admitted, grinning. "About Bridgette, of course."

"You bet WHAT?!" Courtney exclaimed, hitting his arm.

Duncan laughed, kissing her cheek. "I bet that she was pregnant at the wedding."

Courtney smirked. "And you were wrong."

"Whatever, babe. If you were a bettin' woman, you would've bet the same thing."

"Uh, no, I wouldn't have."

"Sure," Duncan muttered, rolling his eyes with an amused smirk on his face.

Michelle laughed. "You two sure are perfect for each other."

"Thank you," Duncan said, smirking as he rested his head on Courtney's shoulder.

"So, what did you all do last night?" Courtney softly asked, softly scraping her nails against Duncan's head after Michelle excused herself and walked away.

"Mostly bar-hopping," he murmured. "Geoff got wasted. So did a few of the other guys."

"How many bars did you go to?"

"Hmm..." Duncan tapped his fingers against her lower back for a few moments before replying, "Like, five."

"Did you get wasted?"

He laughed, causing her to smirk. He told her, "I had one shot at each place. Well, two at a couple. My alcohol tolerance is high, babe."

"I know."

"The guys went all out at each place. 'Dude, gotta try this beer!' Blah, blah..."

She laughed. "Sounds like you were imitating Geoff there."

"That I was. So, what did you do last night?"

"Party with Bridgette."

"Oh?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, we totally toyed around."

Duncan's hands stopped tapping and rubbing against her and he looked up at her, his eyes wide. "Really?"

She smacked his thigh. "Of course not."

He chuckled, though she could tell he was still a bit wary. "You had me going there for a second..."

"Mmhmm..."

"So, what did you really do...?"

"Chris sent her this video of us, and we watched that last night."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What kind of video?"

"The same kind he sent to Bridgette and Geoff for their wedding. Basically, a montage of our time from the two shows."

He nodded. "How was it?"

"Unsettling."

He smiled. "Of course. Watching anything from either of those shows makes you upset."

"And it doesn't make you upset?"

He shrugged. "Sweetie, if that show hadn't existed, we would've never met... Well, we most likely wouldn't have met. And you know how I get with people I'm pissed with. If I had been upset... Well, we wouldn't be here today, pretending to get married."

She smiled, giving the top of his head a kiss. "That is true."

"Are you two ever going to get up and mingle?" Bridgette asked, plopping down in the chair next to them.

"We did our dance," Duncan pointed out. "This is our wedding - people should be mingling with us, much like you are right now. And don't you dare criticize us."

Bridgette rolled her eyes. "You two are just sitting here. Geoff and I snuck off," she said, referring to her own wedding.

"Too bad we all knew what you were doing," Duncan muttered, earning a jab to the chest from his wife.

Bridgette smirked. "So, when are you two leaving for the honeymoon?"

"Tomorrow morning," Duncan said, smiling softly at Courtney who has just laid her head on top of his after yawning.

"Somebody's tired," Bridgette murmured.

Courtney nodded, shutting her eyes. "I'm just a little bit..." She yawned, not being able to hold in her yawn any longer. "...tired."

Duncan chuckled. "Sure you are, babe."

Bridgette stood up. "Well, I came over to tell you Geoff and I have to go."

"Why so soon?" Courtney softly asked, suddenly opening her eyes.

Bridgette's cheeks suddenly turned pink. She quietly told the married couple, "We want to get back to Isabelle..."

"Aww," Courtney said, smiling. She suddenly stood up and hugged her best friend. "Thank you for being here, Bridgette."

Bridgette smiled, hugging her best friend. "You're very welcome, Courtney." She pulled back and said, "You two have fun on your honeymoon." She looked over at Courtney and said, "And you keep in mind what I said."

Courtney pursed her lips. "I forgot about that," she murmured.

"What did you say?" Duncan questioned, looking at Bridgette questioningly.

"I'll tell you later," Courtney said, smiling at Duncan, who shrugged.

"Bye, Malibu," Duncan said, standing up and giving his wife's Maid of Honor a hug. "Where's Geoff?"

Bridgette laughed. "Geoff's already outside. I'll tell him you two said good-bye."

"Did he say anything?" Duncan asked, instantly raising an eyebrow.

"He said, 'Tell 'em we'll call 'em tomorrow!'"

---

"You looked beautiful earlier."

"And I don't look beautiful right now?"

Duncan chuckled. "You always look beautiful." He grimaced slightly as Courtney giggled. He told her, "If you wanted me to say something cheesy, it worked."

The two of them were laying down on their bed. They had recently gotten home from the wedding reception, and both were still in their wedding outfits. Courtney turned to look at him and saw that he was staring at the ceiling. "Are you alright?" she softly asked.

He nodded. "I feel like our marriage is more finalized, y'know? Now everybody knows we're married for sure."

"We don't have to go around pretending we're still engaged," she murmured, nodding in agreement.

He smiled as he glanced over at her. "You ever going to get out of that dress?"

"Eventually." She shrugged, propping her elbow against her pillow. "I'm too tired."

"We barely did anything today."

"I don't see you changing out of your clothes."

"I will."

When he didn't continue on, she rolled her eyes and asked, "When?"

"Eventually."

She smirked, letting out a few small laughs. "I see."

He let out a chuckle and looked over at her. She was staring away from him, a thoughtful look in her eyes. He propped himself up on one of his elbows and asked, "What was Bridgette talking about earlier?"

She softly smiled, still looking away from him. She remained silent for a few moments before saying, "Bridgette thinks I'm pregnant."

Yes, Duncan was shocked at how calm Courtney seemed about her friends revelation. True, she probably freaked out earlier, but for her to seem to calm about this... "Are you pregnant, Courtney?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. She just talked to me about it last night, after she made me try my wedding dress on..."

"She couldn't wait to see you in it today?" he asked, smirking lightly.

Courtney smiled, shaking her head as she looked over at her husband. "She had a few problems with her dress on her wedding day, so she just wanted to make sure mine still fit well and everything..."

"And that's how you got to talking about you being pregnant?"

"Well, my dress is fitting a bit more snug than it was when I bought it. She was talking about how she noticed I had gained a little bit of weight and just jumped into the whole thing..."

"Wow, rude much?"

She laughed. "I haven't gained any weight, have I?"

He never paid attention to her weight, for she was always perfect-looking in his eyes. His eyes skimmed over her body, but couldn't tell much about her weight due to her still being in her dress. "Take off your clothes."

"Excuse me?"

"Either your dress is form-fitting or you really haven't gained any weight. So, in order for me to really give you a detailed analysis..."

"Can't you think to yesterday or something?"

"Nope."

Courtney groaned and stood up. "I didn't think you'd take that question so seriously..."

"I guess I'll change, too," he said, standing up and taking off all of his clothes except for his boxers. He sat back down on the bed and examined his wife as she changed out of her gown. There was a small weight gain that he could notice, but she certainly wasn't getting fat. His eyes suddenly grazed across her chest, which made him smirk. "You are a bit bigger."

She groaned. "Oh, my God..."

"Your chest, babe."

"Oh, it's this damn bra. I bought it the other day when I realized I was outgrowing a couple of my other bras..." Her voice got quieter as she stood there. She stopped talking and immediately grew quiet.

He raised an eyebrow. "You alright, babe?"

"Duncan, I think I am pregnant."