Disclaimer: Primeval does not belong to me, this is fan fiction, not for profit.

Saturday arrived in due course and Becker met Connor early at the small chapel. Connor looked up in relief at his arrival.

"Good to see you mate."

Connor looked more nervous than Becker had ever seen him. He was twisting his head, looking up the street first to the left, then to the right. Wringing his hands, he asked Becker, "Where is he? I thought you said he would be here… Abby will…"

"Relax Connor," said Becker soothingly, "I gave Hendricks and Stephenson strict orders, they know they've got guard duty." And he thought grimly, Jack knows exactly what will happen if he doesn't behave.

"Right now though," he continued "you and I should get into the men's dressing room. You don't want to be out here when Abby and the rest arrive…bad luck you know."

Connor smiled weakly, "Yeah."

"Besides," he added looking at Connor's attire "you can't go getting married dressed like that." The young man, dressed in boots, red jeans, a Dr. Who t-shirt, multi-colored waist coat, jacket covered with pins for various causes, and topped off with a fedora, blushed.

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In the men's dressing room, they had found their tuxedos… classic black with white shirts and pale blue handkerchiefs to complement the ladies ensemble. Duncan arrived shortly, puffing and out of breath, babbling about the folks who were starting to arrive.

"I saw your mum and your little sister," he said to Connor, "only she's not so little now, is she?" he grinned, making an unexpected gesture with his hands in front of his chest.

Connor's eyes widened at Duncan's words, "You, you…" he began spluttering.

"Duncan," interrupted Becker, putting a firm hand on Duncan's shoulder, "You should be getting changed now." He directed Duncan to his formal wear and sent him to get dressed. Connor was breathing rapidly and stared after Duncan as if he had never seen him before.

"He, he was looking at my sister…"

"Relax Connor," said Becker again. He had the feeling he was going to have to say that a lot today.

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In the ladies dressing room, chaos reigned.

Curling irons and blow dryers, dresses and shoes, make up bags and four women laughing and giggling. Abby was sitting in her undergarments at the vanity table, trying to apply mascara with very little success. Jess and Connor's sister were getting into their blue bridesmaids dresses. And Jenny was pacing, uncomfortably.

Jenny had declined to be in the wedding party as she hadn't thought she would be able to make it to the wedding. Abby had been disappointed that Jenny couldn't be her matron of honor, however she understood her reasons. However, plans change. Jenny and her husband Michael had been able to come to the wedding after all as guests. The caterer for the reception had assured Abby that it would be no problem to add two more plates to the dinner plans.

"Two weeks overdue…" complained Jenny "you would think…"

Whatever she was going to say next was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Don't open the door yet," called Jess as she pulled the zipper closed up the back of the younger woman's dress. "Ok, we're good now."

"But, but …" sputtered Abby as Jenny opened the door to let the floral delivery boy enter. Jess and Connor's sister looked at each other. As one, they stepped in front of Abby, blocking her from the view of the young man.

He set down the boxes of bouquets and the box of boutonnieres on the low table by the door.

"We'll take the rest into the chapel, but then we have to get to the reception hall. We're running late," he admitted "would one of you take the boutonnieres over to the men's dressing room?"

"Sure," smiled Jenny placing a hand on her abdomen.

"Who's going to sign for this," he asked.

Jenny turned to look at the other women in confusion, but then another voice spoke.

"I'll sign for that," she said, reaching a slender arm through the open doorway, her hand grasped the pen, leaned into the clipboard and signed. She smiled at the group, and then moved on.

"Who was that," asked Jenny.

"Mrs. Lester," said Abby in a surprised voice, her head sticking out from behind Jess.

"Ooh," squealed Jess "let me see that paper!" She snatched the clipboard right out of the delivery boy's hands, and scanned the paper eagerly…her shoulders slumped, she sighed.

"I can't make it out," she lamented. "The signature is all swirly twirly…the only reason I can tell the last name is Lester… is because I know it's supposed to be Lester… the first letter of her name might be a V…or an M… or"

"Can I have me clipboard back," asked the delivery boy, sounding a little impatient. She blushed and returned it without another word. He left quickly.

"Jess," asked Jenny "since you are already dressed, would you take the boutonnieres over to the men's dressing room?"

"Yes," she said excitedly, and she grabbed up the box and ran out of the room. After a moments absence, she stuck her head back in the room. "Would you like to come with me?" she asked Connor's sister. With a quick nod, the petite brunette joined Jess. The two could be heard chattering and giggling together as they moved down the corridor.

Abby and Jenny looked at each other, and tried to choke back their laughter.

"Abby," said Jenny "how about I help you with your hair?"

"Oh, that would be amazing," sighed Abby in relief. Then, noticing that Jenny was rubbing her abdomen again, she asked "Are you feeling alright?"

"Well," said Jenny picking up the hair brush, "we had an anomaly complete with hyenadons for my wedding, how about I go into labor for yours?"

Abby gulped, "Please don't," she said weakly.