Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with General Hospital.

A/N: Okay writers, Lulu's being held hostage, let's see you bring her and Dillon closer together. What do you think the chances are? I was pretty optimistic until that scene with Georgie the other day. Now I'm just scared. They might instead take the opportunity to bring Dillon and Georgie closer together. (Excuse me while I vomit). Please writers do not punish us with that. I'm begging you. Anyway guys, enjoy…

To Choose Life

Chapter 11

I heard a knock on the bedroom door. I climbed out of the bed and went to answer it. I was disoriented and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I swung the door open and saw Dillon on the other side. "Why am I here?" I asked timidly, as I looked around my old bedroom.

"You fell asleep during the movie so I put you in here. You were really tired."

"Crying all of the time does that."

"Nice to see, that you're not still sitting with your face in the toilet."

"Yeah, the morning sickness is pretty much gone. Thanks for hanging out with me last night. I've got to go though. I have to get ready to go out with my Mom."

"You need a ride?"

"That would be nice."

"So are you moving back into your Grandma Lesley's?"

"Now that my Mom is back, it's her home. I don't see why I shouldn't. That way I can relieve both Nikolas and Carly."

"I do miss you," he said gently.

"I miss you too," I said in return, as I started to walk past him.

Dillon followed me downstairs and out to the car. He climbed into the driver's seat and started driving slowly to my grandmother's home.

He stopped the car in front of my grandmother's house. "Thanks for the ride."

"Anytime. You know where to find me."

I smiled at him, waved lethargically and then went inside. My mother was putting on a pair of earrings. "Lulu, I wondered when you were going to get here. Did you have a nice night?"

"Yeah, did you?"

"Always," she said genuinely. "Get ready, your aunt Bobbie will be here in about half an hour."

"I'm going," I said as I ran up the stairs.

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My mother had also talked Emily and Elizabeth into coming. Alfred thought he was good and clever, but my mother could take the cake at trying to put people back together.

The six of us met at the mall. "Hey beautiful," Emily said to me when I approached. "How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted."

She smiled genuinely. "Are you excited?"

"A tiny bit," I admitted. "But don't tell anyone. I want to milk this for all its worth."

"Spoken like a true Spencer," Emily said teasingly.

"I need a wedding dress," my mother announced.

"Laura I know the perfect place," Bobbie said. "Come with me."

We all followed along. Elizabeth and Emily walked behind with me. "How are you feeling?" I asked Elizabeth.

"I'm fine. How's Lucky?" she asked gently.

"He's doing really well. He's taking his recovery really seriously. I'm really proud of him."

"I'm glad to hear that," Elizabeth said gently. "I am proud of him too."

"Proud enough to take him back?"

"Do you have any maternity clothes yet?" Emily asked with concern, saving Elizabeth from answering my question.

"Not really," I admitted.

"Well, we're going to have to find you some."

"That would be nice. It's going to get too cold to wear skirts all of the time."

We all went inside the bridal shop that Bobbie had taken us to. "These are beautiful," my mother exclaimed. She picked out some dresses and carried them into the back with her. We sat and waited.

"Hey you," Bobbie said to me. "How are you feeling honey?"

"I'm fine; other than the fact that I'm blowing up like a balloon. None of my clothes fit, of course, except for a couple pairs of maternity clothes that Carly gave me. My feet and back hurt and I'm always tired."

"Well, we'll just have to get you some nice new maternity clothes, now won't we?"

"That's probably a good idea. I don't think skirts work too well during the winter."

"Well?" my mother said as she emerged from the change room.

"You look beautiful," Grandma Lesley said.

"You look gorgeous," Elizabeth said, as she went toward her.

"Lulu?"

"You look absolutely stunning," I said, as I went to her side.

"You need a dress. You're the maid of honour."

"I'm not going to fit anything," I moaned, as I looked down at my bulging stomach.

"We'll find something beautiful," Aunt Bobbie said, as she grabbed my arm and dragged me over to some dresses.

She pulled some off of the rack. "Well?"

"That wouldn't fit me if I exhaled every bit of oxygen in my lungs."

A sales clerk came over. "Can I help you?"

"She needs a dress and she is four months pregnant."

I smiled at the clerk.

"What colour would you like?"

"I don't know… red, maybe burgundy."

"Burgundy we can do."

She led me to some dresses and pulled them off of the rack. She then took me to the change room and pushed me inside. I delicately tried on the first dress and stared at my image in the mirror. Emily knocked on the door. "Do you need me to do the dress up?"

"Yes, please," I said, as I pulled the door open for her to enter.

She slipped inside and stood behind me. The zipper slid up and wrapped the satin material tightly around my skin.

I stared into the mirror. The dress was shaped to hide my stomach. It was tight at the bust but loosened below so that I would have to be much more pregnant for anyone to know. I smiled, satisfied with my appearance.

"You look beautiful," Emily encouraged.

"Thank you," I said genuinely.

She pushed open the door and pulled me out to see everyone.

"Lulu, you look gorgeous," my mother exclaimed.

"I could never look as beautiful as the bride," I assured her.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, as tears filled her eyes. "This is all so perfect," my mother cried. "Thank you all for being here."

"We wouldn't miss it for the world," my aunt Bobbie said softly.

My mother waved her hands for everyone to come towards her and then she wrapped us in an embrace.

We paid for the dresses and then the five women dragged me into a maternity store. "You know you are so lucky," my mother said. "When I was pregnant maternity clothes were not this fashionable."

"I wouldn't exactly call these fashionable," I muttered as I lifted up an enormous pair of jeans. "I don't want to get this big," I cried, eliciting laughter from my family.

"Honey, that's the fun part of being pregnant," Bobbie said.

"Don't worry Lulu, I'm not far behind," Elizabeth assured me. "We'll be big together."

I laughed. "At least I don't have to go through it alone."

I picked out several outfits, some bigger than I was now, since I would reach that point soon.

Afterwards we went out for lunch. The day ended up being perfect.

That night my mother insisted on having a family dinner. Not that I was complaining, I finally understood what it felt like to belong in a family. We ate and talked about our lives. I told everyone about my job at Carly's hotel. They were all happy that I found a job I enjoyed, as well as something to occupy my time while I was pregnant.

We talked until everyone was exhausted and finally went to bed, looking forward to the wedding that was only days away.

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The day of the wedding I woke up feeling as excited as a child on Christmas morning. To me, this was better than any Christmas gift that I could ever receive. I was finally getting my family back. I was finally starting to feel like I had somewhere to belong. I suddenly felt as though my life did indeed have a purpose.

We went to the Quartermaines and I used my old room to get ready. I got dressed, had my hair done and put on my make up. I stopped in front of a mirror to make sure I was satisfied with my appearance. "This is a big day Baby," I whispered to my stomach. I turned from the image before me and went to check on my mother.

I knocked on the door of the room that she was using to get ready. I was met with silence. "Mom," I called as I opened the door. I realized she wasn't there but her dress was. I began to feel extremely concerned.

I went outside, looking everywhere for her and finally found her by the water. "Mom, what are you doing out here?"

She turned to look at me and I saw a look of confusion pass across her face. "I must have lost track of time," she said gently. "I was just thinking."

"Are you nervous?"

"I'm always nervous about walking down the aisle, but not about marrying your father," she assured me.

"You'll do great," I said with a smile. "The wedding is scheduled to start in an hour."

"I better get ready then," she said. "I'll be in, in a moment."

"Okay," I said, nodding. I still had a million things to do. I turned and started walking back inside.

"You," I called to Dillon, when I found him in the living room of the mansion.

"What?"

"I need a favour."

"What do you need?"

"I need you to record my parent's wedding."

"I don't know Lulu."

"Please, we have a photographer but I want someone I can trust."

"I don't even know if I can find my camera."

"Please do this for our child. I want to be able to show them this day."

"You know how to manipulate me way too well," he said with a laugh. I followed him out of the living room.

"Dad get ready," I exclaimed. Then I ran upstairs to find Elizabeth and Emily.

The ladies of the family all gathered together in my mother's room, to give her a few gifts for the wedding. It was a tradition in our family. After we finished making my mother cry, I helped her fix her mascara. "Should I go get Nikolas?" I asked.

She nodded and everyone but my mother left the room.

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The wedding started and I was the first to walk down the aisle. I smiled as I noticed Dillon had in fact found his camera. I went down the aisle slowly, relishing in the fact that my life was being put back together piece by piece.

My mother and Nikolas came next. She looked so beautiful and so happy. I had missed her bright smile; the way it not only lit up the room but the world around her.

She reached my father at the alter and he took her delicate hand. They said their vows and exchanged rings. Everything went by in a blur, but I will never forget the happiness I felt in that moment. My hope was renewed. I felt all of the pessimism that normally ruled my life, dissipate.

After my mother and father were pronounced husband and wife. We were told it was time for family pictures. We took picture after picture of each one of us. It all felt so surreal and magical. Until, of course, Maxie showed up. I really began to feel concerned of her sanity. She was seriously delusional. I made a mental note to talk to Georgie about the psych ward.

The hours bled into one another and soon it was time for the reception. I had to sit down, my back and feet were in a great protest from all of the standing. We ate and listened to all of the speeches. For some reason I felt inclined to make one.

I stood up and stared out at the room of people. "I want to thank Robin for giving me my life back. You not only gave me back my mother, you gave me back my family. You gave my father back his better half. I will never take my mother fore granted again and I know neither will my father. I was young when they were married before. I missed out on the magic that everyone always described to me. Today I see that magic is renewed. I can only hope that I can find half as much love in a partner at some time in my future. Thank you."

People cheered while I got down from the microphone. I brushed the tears from my face. My mother grabbed my arm. "That was beautiful sweetheart."

I smiled at her and wrapped my arms around her.

Once dinner had ended my parents got up on the dance floor. Their movements were so fluid and practiced, revealing a love so strong and defined. I smiled as I watched them. It was all so perfect.

It wasn't long before the bouquet was tossed, which was caught by Maxie. Then Nikolas arranged for a horse and carriage to take them away. Nikolas seemed to love arranging fairytale weddings. I felt like a character in Cinderella.

We all retreated inside to continue the party and I found a nice spot to place myself against the wall. I was so tired.

Dillon approached me with a smile on his face. "Your mother would want her maid of honour on the dance floor."

"My mother's not here."

"Yes, she is. She's in every smile in this room and she's in you."

"Did you hear that in a movie?"

"Can I have a dance?" he asked graciously.

I looked at him and cocked my head to the side. "I'm too fat."

"You're not fat. You aren't even five months pregnant."

"I'm huge and I look hideous," I cried, feeling my emotions whirl around inside my head.

"You are as beautiful now as the first day I met you," he said, as he pulled on my hand and lifted me from my seat. He pulled me directly into his arms. "I want to dance with the mother of my child," he said gently.

I smiled at him and allowed him to pull me against him as we spun around slowly to the music. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist. "Where's Georgie tonight?"

"She's sick," he said softly.

I rested my head on his shoulder, letting myself get lost in this moment, if only for a few minutes.