Chapter 23

Jetta could only stand there in her simple spaghetti strapped wine colored maid of honor dress that went to her ankles and flowed from the waist down, two inch heels making it possible for her to walk without tripping. Her hair was swept up in curls with a few wine roses throughout it and a lot of hairspray, much to her dismay, and stared at her best friend in awe. Cayla was two months post-pregnancy and she was still glowing from the afterbirth of little Daniel Mead Jacobs. He was two months old with his mother's beautiful grey eyes and father's dark hair. Definitely the cutest baby in the world in Jetta's eyes.

Cayla was wearing a simple white gown that was strapless and had a sweetheart neckline, hugging her curves to perfection. Granted, she still had some baby weight, but she was working out every day to help get rid of it, after taking care of Daniel. She was born to be a mother. Her fiery red hair was swept up on top of her head, a few tendrils hanging down her face, framing it delicately, and she had clear gloss on with thin black eyeliner. The dress shimmered and flowed from the waist down, much like Jetta's and she had black and wine colored roses in her hair. Those were their colors for the special day.

~!~

Mark stood besides Glen, both men staring at themselves in the mirror. "You owe me." He grunted, adjusting the front of his tuxedo, at least glad it was black, even with the wine colored undershirt. "Big time." He was the Best Man and Glen had flat out told him jeans and a button up shirt weren't acceptable.

"I'll wear a tux at your wedding."

"Something tells me Jetta wouldn't want something this fancy. Besides, IF we get married, it'll be us running off without all the fuss." Mark took pity on his friend when he realized Glen was having a hard time with a simple handkerchief. "Here." He adjusted it, tucking it into the pocket, and left a small triangle peeking out. "Don't worry, she's not going to leave you at the alter."

Glen could only nod.

~!~

"So when are you and Mark going to get hitched?" Cayla demanded, trying to get her mind focused on something so she didn't vomit again. She was so nervous, knowing she was sweating, and had to put on extra deodorant since the dress was strapless.

"Don't ask me. I don't think Mark is the type of guy to get married anyway and I'm fine with that. We're not like you and Glen or haven't you figured that out yet?"

"At least you two don't have sex constantly anymore..." Cayla trailed off when Jetta flashed a smirk, rolling her eyes. "Fine, at least you actually have CONVERSATIONS before sex now."

"Sometimes." Jetta giggled at the exasperated look on her best friend's face and shook her head, walking over to lift Daniel in her arms, kissing his cheek. She hadn't put her lip gloss on yet and looked in the mirror. Jetta had put wine colored streaks in her hair for this occasion, deciding after this she was going to go back to being a honey blonde. The streaks were getting old anyway, not to mention a pain in her ass. "Stop being so nervous, he's not going to leave you at the aisle."

Cayla could only nod.

~!~

"Almost time." Glen croaked, his eyes fastened on the clock, hands busy shredding a tissue Mark had given him to wipe away sweat. "Damn...so soon?"

"Can't keep your beautiful bride waiting, now can you?" Mark said, pulling his hair back into a low hanging ponytail. "Besides, if you do...she might find someone else who'll do the job."

"Huh?"

"Glen, the tissue is dead."

"Is it?" Glen looked down.

"You know something; I bet you anything Cayla is fuckable in that dress. I wonder if-" Mark ducked a blow, beginning to laugh.

"That's my soon to be WIFE!"

"I keep telling you that! So stop freaking out!"

Glen exhaled, grinning somewhat. "You're wicked, man."

~!~

Cayla wasn't doing any better as she paced back and forth, her dress swishing with every movement she made, hands trembling. She couldn't bite her thumbnail because it was manicured along with the rest of her nails.

"Cayla, there's nothing to worry about."

"God I'm going to be sick."

"Calm down, sweetie." Jetta sighed, setting Daniel back in his stroller, who was dressed in an adorable black tux with a wine colored shirt underneath. He was going to be the ring bearer with her help. "Cayla, breathe."

"What do you think I'm TRYING to do?" Cayla was fanning herself, tears in her eyes as she finally stopped and looked back at Jetta. "Am I doing the right thing?"

"Do you love Glen with everything you are and want to be with him forever?"

"Yes."

"Then you're doing the right thing."

~!~

"Glen, ya love her right?"

"Obviously, I had a child with her."

"You can have a kid with anyone who's got a womb. You LOVE her?"

"Yes." Glen said softly, a smile on his face.

"Then marry her before someone else does."

~!~

The time finally arrived as Jetta helped Cayla breathe into a bag before finally taking it away. "Now listen to me, you know the secret signal should you want to run okay?" She scratched her nose, causing Cayla to nod, and turned around as she bent down to kiss Daniel's cheek. "Let's go little man. We're going to watch your parents tie the knot."

"Jetta!" She practically cried out, causing the woman to turn around and gripped her hand tightly, tears shining in her eyes. "I love you. You're my sister, never forget that."

Jetta smiled warmly back at her and nodded, squeezing back. "Forever. You're stuck with me, wench."

"Bitch." Cayla laughed out, swallowing hard, and slowly made her way out of the doors with Jetta following with the stroller.

"Proud to be one."

~!~

"Okay Glen, it's time." Mark said, looking at the clock. "You got to be out there first."

"You mean US."

"This isn't OUR wedding. Now...if by some chance you decide to be stupid and run, my Harley is in the parking lot and there's a spare key taped under the left saddlebag."

Glen just nodded, squaring his shoulders.

Rolling his eyes, Mark pushed him out the door. "You'll be fine. In a few hours, you'll be on your honeymoon working on another baby or something."

~!~

Rolling her eyes at Cayla's demand to look down the aisle to make sure Glen was there; Jetta popped her head through the door and smiled, seeing Mark and Glen before stepping back. "Yes, they are both there." She assured, causing Cayla to sigh a huge breath of relief. "You sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I love him with all of my heart and soul. I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

"Then get down there and get your man."

Jetta winked as the music began flowing through the beautiful cathedral. Taking a deep breath with the stroller in front of her, flowers in her hand that were black and wine colored artificial roses, Jetta began making her way down the aisle while Daniel cooed, her eyes locking on Mark. Such love shined in her blue eyes for him and the biggest smile lit her face, her breath stolen by how incredible he looked in a tux.

While Glen was busy gaping at his blushing bride, Mark was busy undressing his woman with his eyes. Damn, but she looked fine in that dress. The color made her eyes stand out even more vividly then they already did. If they hadn't been in a church, he would have whistled. He nudged Glen in the ribs when the man made a choking noise.

"Do not cry." He murmured, barely moving his lips. "Or I'll beat you here and then go confess."

Glen just smiled. "I'm kicking your ass for that." He murmured through his teeth.

Jetta arrived in front of the priest before wheeling Daniel over to sit beside Mark, her eyes looking him up and down appreciatively before walking over to stand at her place, her eyes glittering with happiness when her best friend began making her way down the aisle.

'Breathe, just breathe.' Cayla thought, holding a bouquet of pure wine colored roses that had black splashed on them as she slowly made her way down the aisle, her dress shimmering against the lighting of the cathedral.

At the sight of Glen, Cayla felt breathless as she smiled at him tearfully, wanting to go to him and jump in his arms, but knew she couldn't do that, especially in this dress. She just moved one foot in front of the other, a tear slipping down her cheek and finally arrived beside Glen as they both turned to the priest, nobody else in the place. It was just the four of them along with baby Daniel.

Glen had a very hard time turning his eyes from Cayla to the priest. He felt Mark's discreet nudge and managed it, watching from the corner of his eye as Mark stepped away. For someone who didn't want to get married in the near future, the man seemed to have this wedding stuff under his belt.

Mark listened as the priest began, idly wondering if John would make good on his promise to interrupt with declarations of love for Cayla. If the boy knew what was good for him he wouldn't. These stained glass windows were too beautiful to destroy.

"By the powers invested in me, by the state of Tennessee, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Cayla smiled back at Glen, the tears falling down her face, and wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips met in a soft, passionate kiss.

Jetta's eyes were filled with tears as she watched them, knowing they were meant to be, and pulled Cayla into her for a tight embrace once they broke apart. "That wasn't so bad was it?" She whispered, causing Cayla to snort, and laughed softly before turning her attention to Glen. She took his hand and squeezed it, her eyes purely serious. "You are her best friend now. Don't hurt her or you will answer to me." She sniffled before releasing his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. "Take care of her for me, alright?"

"Even if I wasn't madly, passionately, forever in love with her I would." Glen replied, unable to keep his goofy nature down for too long. "I like my balls where they are."

"He gives you any problems, darlin', don't be afraid to give me a call." Mark was saying to Cayla, holding her gently by the arms, staring down at her. "I'll kick his ass for you."

"Thank you Mark." She giggled softly before hugging him tightly around the neck, smiling. "I'm glad I was wrong about you." She whispered before pulling back and took Glen's hand, heading down the aisle with baby Daniel to head to the reception.

Jetta sighed almost sadly as she watched them walk away together down the aisle, knowing Glen would take care of Cayla. She looked up when she felt a hand on the small of her back and stared back into those emerald green eyes that stole her breath away every time. "You clean up nice." She commented with a grin, blue eyes sparkling up at him, a few tendrils framing her face, curled and hairspray was keeping it in place.

"Yeah, I know." Mark shrugged nonchalantly, reaching back to free his hair, shaking it loose. "You do too." He spun her in a slow circle, green eyes beginning to smolder. "Very, very nice."

Behind them, the priest coughed quietly.

Making a face, Mark guided her down the aisle.

Jetta giggled as she laced her fingers with Mark, walking down the aisle with him, and out to the car. They were having a small reception at Glen's place, nothing big or special. Neither wanted that. John and Randy were already there with their respective dates along with virtually the entire WWE locker room that Glen liked. Jetta stepped out of the car, wishing she could take her hair down, and groaned when she tried taking a rose out of her hair only for it to yank at her skull.

"I swear I'm going to kill Cayla for making me get my hair done." She grumped, wincing as she pulled another rose out, and decided to leave the rest in. It wasn't worth it.

"Just don't get too close to any open flames." Mark advised, well aware it had to of taken a lot of hairspray to keep her hair in place. "I don't feel like stop, drop and rolling on your head."

"Jets, come on, come on, you gotta meet my date. She is HOT."

"I hope there's more to her then that."

"There's more?"

Mark honestly didn't know if John was joking with him or not.

Jetta rolled her eyes and smacked Mark in the arm, shaking her head, and went to meet John's date. She was the typical bleach blonde Barbie doll, but if John was happy then that's all that mattered. She excused herself after the blonde got confused about what she'd been talking about -the wedding- and snorted before heading inside the house for some refreshments. On the way there she got stopped by several people, all of them asking the question of when it was going to be her turn. Her simple answer was she didn't know and she didn't care, she was happy and that's all that mattered.