9:00pm

Dave arrived. He immediately came over to me. Masks don't work at hiding your identity.

"Kittykat!" He said, hugging me tightly. "Whoa, Kitten! You've really let yourself go! How much weight have you put on?" That's my Davey. Always getting straight to the point.

"Dave, I'm not fat." I took a deep breath. "I'm preggers."

"Georgia, that's fabbity!" Dave squealed, sounding like a little girl who'd just been told she was getting a pony.

"It is?" I questioned. "I thought you'd be mad at me." I said, blushing. I feel like a complete wanker.

"Georgia, I've always wanted a little kitten or a little biscuit. I'm completely over the moon!" He smiled his gorgey smile. "How far along are you? You're huge!"

"I'm eight months." I said, and then I laughed when I saw Dave's goldfish expression.

"How have you managed to keep that hidden from me for the last eight months?"

"Big, loose clothes, eating more, and remember when I had that stomach bug a few months ago? Morning sickness."

"Oh, and Dave... you're going to have to wait for a little biscuit. There all kittens."

"All?" Dave questioned. I can't wait to see his face when I tell him I've got triplets.

"Triplets." I said simply. I had to sit down from laughing so hard when I saw his face.

"We need a bigger house." I heard him mutter under his breath.

"Certainly biscuit." I said, putting my nose against his. "I'm not having these three squabbling all the time. They will be having their own rooms." He gave me a number three. It was short and sweet, but I certainly felt sparks between us. The moment was lost when we saw a flash and heard a voice say

"Now that's a cute picture." I went and looked at the photo Jools had took. It was me and Dave nose to nose. It was quite cute actually.

"Now, Jas said you were pregnant Gee." I turned around to show Jools and just about everyone who had crowded around me.

"Bloody hell, Gee! How far along are you?" I heard Rosie yell, jumping up so she could see better. She is quite clearly clinically insane.

"Eight months, with triplets." I said.

"When did Dave find out?" Mabs chipped in.

"About two minutes ago." I said and laughed at everyone's goldfish faces.

"I mean.. like... how... well... like... are you scared or something?" Ellen dithered.

"Yes, Ellen. But it helps that now I've told everyone. And I can be aunty Georgia to Jas..."

That set everyone off on Jas. Everyone, unfortunately, also decided to carry on bombarding me with questions. I noticed the only person who wasn't standing around asking questions or dancing was Tom. Has was sat in the corner, back pressed up against the wall, eyes closed, tears coming from under his closed eyelids. I walked up to Jas.

"Jas, your boyfriend is over in the corner crying with his eyes closed. Go and see what's happening." I ordered. She did as she was told. I can see her over there giving him a hug and just talking to him, calming him down.

Sven came on the microphone fandango of the djing equipment. Yes, he is the DJ. It is an act of musical suicide.

"Chicks and laddies, we have Thomas Jennings and David the Laughylaugh wanting to make some announcements. Thanking you."

Tom looked much better now. He took Jas's hand and lead her to the circle that people were surrounding.

"Jas, the last few years of my life have been the best thanks to you..."

I zoned out, thinking back to the conversation Dave and I had had earlier. We had managed to decide names for the kittens without much argument. Olivia, Florence and Lily. The little laughs.

I zoned back in time for Tom to say,

"Jasmine Pollyanna Graham, will you marry me?" By this point he was on one knee, holding a ring box that had a solid gold ring in with one emerald.

"Of course I will, Thomas Jennings!" She said, tears of happiness dripping down her cheeks.

"Don't cry baby." He said, giving Jas a sweet number three. I'd completely forgotten that Dave was making an announcement.

"Gee, come here please." He said. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Now, I'm not Tom, so don't expect a proposal. I have something that hopefully will be just as sweet. And fluffy."

"Georgia." He started. "I love you more than you can ever imagine. Our teenage years were difficult for me, as from the second I first saw you doing that weird smile that makes you look demented, I'd fallen head over heels in love with you. I thought I was never going to be able to go out with you because you were fourteen miles out of my league and, besides, you seemed to love lead singers, and we both know I can't sing to save my life." He took a second to blow his hair out his eyes. "And when you finally chose to have a proper relationship with me, that was one of the best moments of my life. And now you're having kittens, that is another of the best moments too. So, before I start rambling, Miss Georgia Nicolson, I love you and I will love you for eternity." He pulled an eternity ring out of his pocket and leant down on one knee.

"Georgia Nicolson, will you be my forever?" He asked.

"You know I will, I can't imagine life without you!" I said as he slipped the ring on my finger.

"Right, now that fluff's done with." Rosie yelled. "I say, let's go down the disco!" Me and Dave watched everyone dance.

"Come on Gee! Come and dance!" RoRo yelled.

"Nah RoRo, for the babies' sake." I yelled back. She gave me the cross-eyed Klingon look and nutcased off.

Dave leant his head on my shoulder and I leant my head on his.

"Lobe you Kittykat."

"And Kittykat lobes her Hornmeister too."

And it's done! Hooray my first fanfic done!

Hope you liked it!

I love you all...

RoRo the Viking xxoo