A/N: The feedback on the last chapter wasn't as strong as it was on the first. Don't give up on me guys! Keep reviewing pleaseee! I'm a review whore! This chapter's a kinda short, but cute one. All the good stuff comes up in the next chapter so if you don't review, you don't get the chapter! -gasp- I'm evil, I know. :D

Disclaimer: Oh, how I wished I owned Tim Rozon...

Chapter 3: Late Nights, Cold Feet & True Love

Trying to rub away the sleep from her eyes, Jude sat up in bed and looked over at the clock on her nightstand.

3:48 AM

Sighing, she pulled the covers off of her and headed downstairs. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed herself a bottled water from the refrigerator.

Jude walked into the living room, over to the couch and sat down. She immediately jumped up when she heard a groan from under her.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, I didn't see you there."

Tommy grunted and sat up on the couch, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes.

Jude placed a hand on his back and looked over at her soon-to-be husband with concern. "You okay, babe?"

He started to nod, then stopped after the pain slapped him in the face. Hard.

"Yeah. The hangover's kicking in now."

Jude chuckled. "Told you you'd get drunk."

"Yeah, yeah, you win," he groaned. "What time is it?"

"Almost 4."

Tommy looked over at her, confused. "What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep," she said softly.

Placing an arm around her waist, Tommy pulled her closer. "Why not?"

Jude merely shrugged. "I don't know."

Tommy hesitated for a moment before asking, "Cold feet?"

"No," she answered immediately.

They locked eyes and smiled. They sat in silence for a while, Jude leaning against Tommy as he rested his head atop hers.

"I think I couldn't sleep because...because you weren't with me," Jude said softly after a few minutes of silence.

Tommy smiled slightly and kissed her head. "Well, starting tomorrow, you'll never be without me at night."

Jude grinned. "I'm going to like that."

He smirked and pulled back from her. Laying a gentle hand on her waist, he slowly pulled her down so that they were both lying down on the couch- Jude's back facing him.

"I'm scared, Tommy."

Tommy's brow furrowed and he pushed himself up on his elbow to look at her face. His heart almost broke when he saw that tears were slowly streaming down her face, leaving stains in their wake.

Reaching forward, he wiped away her tears and gently turned her face so that she was facing him.

"Of what?"

She swallowed back the lump in her throat and looked into his eyes. "Of not living up to your expectations as a wife."

His lips curled up slightly in a small, sympathetic smile. "Baby," he said when she turned her face away from him. "Baby, I don't have any expectations. All I know that is that you make me happy- you always have- and now I'm ready to spend my life with you."

A few more tears made their way down Jude's face and Tommy hurriedly wiped them away.

"Happy tears," she clarified with a smirk, after seeing his frightened expression.

Tommy leaned down and gently left a trail of kisses on her cheeks, following the wet path where the offending tears had just been. He stopped just left of her lips.

"I love you, girl."

Jude nodded slightly and leaned up, closing the gap between them with a slow, sensual kiss.

Tommy laid back down behind Jude and wrapped his arms around her and together they fell into a peaceful slumber, each dreaming of the upcoming wedding.

"Open your eyes and I'll kill you."

Tommy's eyes fluttered open, but all he saw was darkness. Realizing that there was a hand placed over his eyes, his face contorted in confusion.

"What the hell, Sadie?"

She tightened her grip over his eyes and leaned close to his ear, whispering forcefully. "You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding and I'll be damned if anything happens to ruin Jude's day."

Tommy shook his head, wincing beneath her hand when a sharp pain ran throughout his body.

"Get up," Sadie demanded.

Not wanting to cause Hurricane Sadie, Tommy stumbled slightly as he rose off the couch.

"Where's Jude?" he asked, a slight twinge of fear in his voice.

Sadie rolled her eyes behind him. "Relax, she's upstairs with Portia getting her hair done."

"So, uh, is the covering the eyes thing really necessary if she's upstairs?"

She chuckled, realizing he was right. "Oh, right. Sorry."

Tommy walked into the kitchen, thankful to find that Kwest had already made coffee. Kwest turned to his friend, smiling, as he placed a steaming mug on the counter before him.

"For the hangover," he said with a chuckle.

Glaring at him for a second, Tommy picked up the warm, ceramic mug with both hands and took a small sip.

"So how you holding up?" Kwest asked with a smile.

Tommy sighed and licked his lips before answering. "I'm a lot more nervous than I was when I was going to marry Portia."

"It's 'cause you love her," Kwest said with a thoughtful nod.

Grinning widely, Tommy took another sip of the coffee. "Yeah, I do."

Kwest smiled at his friend and clapped a hand on his back. "I'm happy for you, man, but Jude's my sister now. If you hurt her, I swear I'll hurt you," he told him seriously.

"I know," Tommy said with a nod. "I won't."

The two men shared a smile and Kwest walked out of the kitchen. Tommy, suddenly hit with another wave of pain caused by excessive drinking, placed a hand over his eyes, rubbing his temples.

"I'm never drinking again," he groaned.

"I've heard that one before."

Tommy shot his head around, instantly regretting it, and found Portia leaning against the counter across from him, pouring herself a cup of coffee, a playful smile on her face.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping Jude get ready?" he asked her, anger- not at her, but at the pain in his head- evident in his voice.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed?" Portia answered with a smug smile.

Looking over at the clock perched on the wall to his right, he groaned, knowing Portia was right.

"Oh, fuck."

"I don't know if I can do this, Sadie."

Sadie looked over at her sister, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"This," Jude motioned to herself. "What if...what if it doesn't work out? What if we end up hating each other and get divorced? What if we-"

"Jude, you know that's not going to happen," Sadie interrupted, placing a delicate hand on Jude's shoulder, who groaned in frustration. They sat silently in the small parlor on the side of the church until Jude spoke up.

"How did you know?" she asked quietly.

Sadie shot her a quizzical look, her brow furrowing. "What?"

"How did you know that you and Kwest were going to turn out alright?"

"Trust me," Sadie answered with a smile smile. "When you see him at the front of that church, you'll know."

Jude opened her mouth to ask what she meant when the door opened. Sadie jumped out of her chair and threw herself in front of Jude, blocking the person's view, in case it was Tommy.

"You guys ready?" Stuart Harrison asked with a small smile as he entered the room.

Sadie sighed in relief and looked down at Jude, who was still sitting in her chair, biting her lip pensively. After a moment, Jude looked up at her father and smiled widely.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I'm ready."

"Relax, T. You're going to be fine," Kwest told Tommy as he straightened his tie.

Tommy, who was fidgeting, glanced over at his friend. "What if I let her down? What if I hurt her?"

"Then I'll have to kill you," Kwest said simply. He looked up and saw Sadie at the back of the church, signaling for him to come over.

"Alright, man. This is it," he said to Tommy, who looked like he was about to pass out. "Tommy!" he said, waving a hand in front of his friend's face.

"Hey," Kwest said, placing a hand on his shoulder to get Tommy's attention. "You're going to be fine. Trust me, once you see her," he motioned behind him. "All these feelings are going to go away."

Tommy looked at Kwest for a moment. His face broke out into a smile and he nodded.

"Okay, let's do this."