The ride back to the city seemed to take longer than excepted. Everyone said their good-byes and promised to make it to the wedding, which Willow still had hanging over her head. The date. The invitations. Braid's maid dresses, maid of honor. The dress, everything. It made her head spin. Her mother promised to help with everything once Willow was settled back at home. She really just wanted a break from it all, however Isabella wasn't seeing it that way.

"It's vital that you get all this information out now Willow. I mean, do you honestly want to just keep putting it off? You're never going to get the colors you want, or the cake, or the flowers, or the-"

"Alright, alright. Jesus. I give. Tell me what to do." She said with a sigh, running her hands through her hair. Izzy smiled as she bounced around Willow's small kitchenette, placing catalogues, magazines, and books on the table that Willow had to look over for "homework".

"Now, this is the best part." Izzy nearly squealed as she reached down into her nap sack and pulled out a large white binder with pink trim around the edges. The same Magenta that Willow had been hounding over for the past couple months. She placed it on the table with a thud, Willow tilted her head looking at the wide side of it placed with marked off pages in various colors.

"So," Izzy said in a breath, moving her perfectly straight hair over one shoulder. "I called that place that April gave us the number too, it is absolutely perfect. June 15th, 2010." Willow nodded, with a slight smile on her face. She had a date, finally. However, it was a bit closer than she would have planned. The seasons were already rounding towards Winter so that left her with eight months to get everything ready. That thought brought the anxious feeling in her stomach back, ten fold. "I already highlighted and labeled everything you like." She smiled opening to a page with a bright pink post-it marking its place.

"What are the green ones for?" Willow asked her head still tilted to the side as she poked at the binder, trying to flip the pages. Izzy let out an exasperated sigh and brushed her hand away.

"Focus, those are for things you kinda liked and things you fairly liked." Izzy shrugged as Willow arched a brow at her friend and leaned her elbows on the table. "Pink are for the ones you loved." She said opening to a page with a large, sparkling white three square tear cake, with stargazer lilies falling down the sides.

"I do like that." Will smiled as she ran her ringed finger down the page.

"I knew you would. We can bring the picture down at that bakery Leo likes off of Spring Street and tell them we need it by June. I'm sure they'll finagle something, either that or I'll make them." Izzy smiled as Willow took a deep breath. "Now this," Izzy said opening up to another marked off pink post-it page.

There is was, opened like a centerfold for a teenage boy's wet dreams, however of course the case being slightly different, Willow's perfect, dream wedding dress. She gasped, raising her hand to her mouth as she looked at the bell, Cinderella skirt, and tight like a corset top, that laced up with old fashion bedding in the back. The trim at the bottom, at the end of all the taffeta and tool was a thin line of black silk. Pink lilies, outlined in shinny beads fell down the side of the dress from the bust to the ground.

"I knew it." Izzy said with a satisfied smile on her face, leaning back in her chair. "I have a fitting set up." Willow's head snapped up and looked back down at the page.

"With this dress?"

"With this designer who can make you this dress." She said pointing her finger down on the page for emphasis.

"Wha-How-I mean it's probably so expensive I couldn't possibly-"

"Oh please, call it an early wedding present." She smiled as Willow leaped from her seat and threw her arms around her friend.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"So, this is the one?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes! This is definitely the one." Willow beamed, looking back down at her beautiful dress.

"Good, and don't just thank me thank your mother too, it was her idea." Izzy said taking the page out with her perfect dress and folding it into a square and shoving it into her purse.

"What are you doing?" Will asked as her face fell, watching her beautiful dress be treated in such a horrific way. It was only paper but still, it needed some respect.

"This is the dress and I am keeping this here." She said pointing to the large binder. "Leo is not to see this dress until it is on your body and you are walking down the isle in that beautiful garden."

"What sizes does she usually do?" Willow asked after a moments thought as Izzy went back to skimming through the binder.

"Huh? Why does that matter?" She asked looking at Willow over her shoulder as she started to pace behind her.

"Well, I mean, I should probably start working out again. I've gained a little and Thanksgiving is in a couple weeks and Christmas is coming, I always gain during that, and I mean I want that to fit. She probably has like size twos walking in and out of her shop every wedding season. She'll look at me and scream for the beast to get out of her shop. I could never be a size two, I mean looket this!" She hissed, grabbing a handful of her backside. "No way I will fit this into that dress."

"You're crazy. Do you even know how many woman would kill to have curves like yours?"

"What curves? It's called a fat ass."

"You're ridiculous. You should just tell Leo you want to start working out, he'll get a kick out of it I'm sure."

"He'll kill me by waking me up at four AM every morning before he trains his brothers and then I'll yell and bitch and moan and he'll get sick of it and say he gives up and for me to go to a gym like everyone else. We'll get into a huge fight and-"

"Alright! Jesus. Then just join the gym. Or run with me in Central Park? I go in the mornings."

"Since when?"

"Since forever!" Izzy snapped with a glare as she turned back towards the table sipping her coffee. "Well, there's this new Vet at the office and he's really, um, he works out on occasion and-"

"Oh lord." Willow groaned taking a seat beside Izzy. "What's his name?"

"Zachary." She smiled.

"Zachary? It's not Zack?"

"No, Zachary." Izzy said with a firm tone and a scowl but, it turned softer after a moment as her eyes looked glazed over. "He has the most beautiful green eyes and this hair that, ah and a smile, oh my God."

"You're smitten." Willow smirked arching a brow. "But, what 'bout Donnie?"

"What 'bout him?" Izzy said without looking up from her skimming through the pages or Simple Weddings magazine.

"I thought you two were getting close?"

"We're friends." She shrugged looking up and over at Willow as they eyed each other for a moment.

"Oh." Willow sighed as Izzy rolled her eyes back down at the magazine.

"C'mon Willow, I mean when he's in human form there is no doubt that he is gorgeous, however I cannot just ignore the fact that he's, well, you know."

"Yeah, yeah." Willow said waving her hand as if it were nothing. "It's not something you get used to, as something in terms of a relationship, I get it."

"Not that I'm trying to put down your and Leo's-"

"No, no. Iz, we're been through this. I get it, I'll stop trying to play match maker." Willow smiled as she leaned over across the binder and books for her mug of coffee and got up for a refill.

"So, you had a long day then?" Leo called from the living room as Willow was finishing up diner. Riley had let them alone for the night saying she was going out with some friends from work. Willow took advantage of the quiet apartment the instant she left.

She went around taking out old candles and lighting them. Chilled a bottle of wine and got to cooking. She took a shower as the chicken cooked on a low heat and made herself prettied up. Spending time straightening her hair and putting on makeup. She even put on heals.

Leo came over, after explaining that Splinter has made him have the night off while his brother's surveyed the city. He apparently had been working himself to death day in and day out for the near month they've been home from the pre-wedding party at her mother's. Willow waited for him, leaving the window opened a bit as she tried to ready everything around the apartment. She jumped a bit when she heard the buzz of her number being called from down in the lobby. About five minuets later she heard the soft rap of his knuckles against her door and he looked her up and down once as a smile went across his beautiful, tanned face. His brown eyes rose to hers as a blush worked itself onto her cheeks.

"Don't you look- Why'd you get all dressed up?" He asked motioning towards her dark wash jeans and black blouse with lace over the bust.

"I'm not." She smiled as she let him inside. She licked her lips as he walked in, his back towards her showing off his perfect V-shape covered in a tight white shirt that showed every movement of muscle underneath it. "So, why are you so…I mean, I thought you'd be using the window?"

"I went to look at the Dojo before coming here." He smiled walking into the living room, shutting the window and locking it from the cold draft that was seeping in.

"And, what's the verdict?" She called, from the kitchen to check on dinner. She smiled at the bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses.

"Still inhabitable." He chuckled with a shake of his head, taking a seat on the couch. "It's coming along though. The contractor I talked to yesterday with Raph said he'd have plumbing up and running by next month. Casey of course argued the fact, saying he could get it running faster. However, we'll just see how it plays out."

"That's good." Willow smiled, handing him his glass and taking a seat beside him on the couch. She curled her feet under her, kicking off her heels, running her fingers up and down his forearm as he took her hand and kissed the top of it.

"Where's Rye?" He asked, craning his neck to look down the small hallway to Riley's bedroom with the door closed.

"Out. She had some thing tonight with work buddies." Willow shrugged, moving her hand from his arm to his chest. She traced the outlines of his chest with her index finger, down inbetween his the curve of his pectoral muscles and up again. He watched her finger for a moment before looking up at her face. Her soft lips were parted, and her eyes danced with the movements of her finger, back and forth, up and down. He felt his stomach tighten at the sight as her brown, honey eyes looked up to meet his. A small graced her beautiful face, making his hand felex to curve his palm around the apple of her cheek. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and taking in a slow steadied breath.

"So," He said softly once her eyes opened again. He put down his wine glass on one of the end tables, taking hers from her free hand and doing the same.

"So," Willow repeated, trying to make her voice as low and seductive as possible. Leo leaned his body over, pressing his lips to hers as she whimpered at the contact. He smiled against them, moving closer so that his hard body pressed tightly against her. She fell back as he got onto his knees on the couch, and laid her back against the cushoins.

Her hands wove themselves into his golden hair and clenched it tightly with her fists making him groan softly in response. She bucked her hips against his green-khaki covered waist and he ground his back in response, grasping a handful of her jean covered thigh and pulling it up against his side. He moved her hands from his hair and pinned them against the arm of the couch as he moved his lips from hers, down to her neck. She gasped for air feeling the tingling, numbing trickle across her lips from the loss of pressue he applied to them. She arched her back when his lips found purchase on her favorite spot right below her ear on the side of her neck.

"Leo," She gasped softly, turning into a moan from his full lips parting so his teeth could graze against her pulse point. "Oh, God. Wait, the chicken, di-dinner. It's, it's gonna- Oh sweet Jesus…" She groaned against as he rolled his hips into hers and licked with the pad of his tongue against the sensitized skin he played with.

"Chicken can wait." He said against the softness of her neck taking in a small breathfull of her scent. "I haven't had time alone with you in weeks." His lips dragging across her skin as he spoke and down to her collarbone. He slid his hand up her blouse, moving along the silky flesh of her stomach till he reached the lace of her bra. He groaned against her chest, giving himself a moment to calm down by resting his forehead against it at the contact of the fabric. He lifted his head and moved her blouse up over her breast exposing her flushed pink, ivory skin seat in a blue lacy bra. "Is this new?" He asked, his voice thick, and husky with lust as she smirked. Her eyes were hooded and dark as they met his, she licked her bottom lip tilting her head to look down his body and back up into his eyes.

"Maybe." She smirked. He growled, leaning off of her and she narrowed her eyes at his movement reaching out towards him and yelping as he grabbed her by her backside, flinging her up and over his shoulder. "Wait! Leo! My chicken!" She screamed and giggled as he walked into her bedroom, slamming the door shut with his foot and tossing her body on the bed.

"We'll order out." He said before tugging his shirt up and over his head and started to unbuckle his pants. Willow watched, her eyes wide and her legs rubbing together to cause some kind of friction as she completely forgot about the chicken.

"So we finally have a date." Leo smiled as he hand his fingers slowly up and down Willow's arm as they encircled around her body in the dark of her room. She cuddled up against his naked side, tugging the covers higher up their bodies from the nights getting colder and colder as the crisp autumn season moved into winter. She traced her fingers in lazy circles on his hard chest, lifting her head to lay on his shoulder, giving him a smile.

"Yeah. June 15th." She sighed happily as Leo smiled back, leaning down and kissing the tip of her nose. "You don't think that's too soon?"

"Like I said, you're mine now anyways." He said with a shrug, moving his eyes to her hand and lifting the ring finger to his lips and giving the diamond a kiss before placing it back on his chest. "What's a few months to make it 'official'." He said using his fingers as quotes as Willow giggled and kissed his neck.

"You're right."

"That never happens." He sighed, leaning back from her to lay on his back and putting his arms behind his head. Willow rolled her eyes and smacked him in the chest. She rolled out of the bed and pulled Leo's shirt that was tossed at the foot of her bed on grabbing a new pair of panties from her drawer.

"You want to order pizza?" She asked over her shoulder as he still laid in bed, the dark pink sheets resting dangerously low on his abdomen showing off the dip, V-form of his hips as Willow did all that she could to avert her eyes. He was still a sight to see even after all these months.

"Sure but, I thought we were cuddling?" Leo asked, pouting out his fuller bottom lip as Willow's knees nearly buckled.

"Stop that." She said shaking her head as he chuckled, tossing his long, lean legs over the side of her bed and tugging on his boxers. "I'll call it in." She said opening her bedroom door as Leo rushed to her side stopping her by grasping her wrist. He pushed her to the side, moving his legs in between hers to guide her body where he wanted it. He pushed up against her, his body tight to her own until it was pinned against her bedroom wall. She watched it with wide eyes as he smirked, just one corner of his perfect, pouty lips turning upwards in a smile. He leaned his head down to her ear, licking the shell of it as a shudder rolled through her body.

"I'll do that. You get back. In. Bed. I'm not finished with you yet." He growled out, skimming the tip of his nose across her smooth neck before giving her a firm slap on the backside. She yelped softly as he chuckled down the hallway. Willow smirked to herself, throwing the his and panties back on the floor and snuggling in between her sheets. He never needs to tell her anything twice.

"Cordially invited doesn't sound anything like me." Willow groaned with her head in her hands as she, Izzy and her mother sat around her small kitchen table, with various paper invitations around them.

Leonardo had left early that same morning for practice and to see how his brother's made out from their rounds of the city. Since they had been gone they heard little of the Foot or Karai, making all the brother's a little anxious. However, now a days Leo couldn't decipher if it was the nights patrolling and coming up empty handed or all this wedding business that has got his stomach floating.

"Well what about 'We Welcome you to Join in Our Special Occasion.'?" Maggie offered as she picked up a card with the saying in beautiful script writing.

"That's better, but it's a bit long isn't it?" Will grimaced, while looking up for a moment at the card Maggie held up. "Nice printing though." She said with a nod as Maggie pursed her lips while flipping the card back to read it before adding it to the 'maybe' pile.

"Yeah, that would be pricey if we're going with the embossed lettering." Izzy added without looking up from her pile of cards that she quickly went through, adding them to three different piles.

"What about just that simple sheer sliver lettering? That was classy." Maggie asked as Willow looked back up at her mother and smiled at the card that Maggie slid across the table. Willow tilted her head in examination as Maggie smirked and Izzy leaned over her shoulder to look.

"I thought we agreed on that-" Izzy started as Willow interrupted.

'But this one is cheaper and simple."

"It wouldn't have pink on it." Izzy said, dismissing the card altogether as Willow sighed with a shrug.

"We could get faux satin ribbon from a craft store and tie little bows onto it." Maggie said with a smile as Willow's face lit up.

"That would work!"

"Who's going to do that?" Izzy said tossing the card on the table in disgust as Maggie rolled her eyes.

"We are, and…" Maggie turned her head and called out. "Felicia!" She smiled as the brunette came running in from Willow's bedroom, where she had been looking through old photos to put together for a surprise Wedding present.

"What?" She asked adjusting her glasses and pulling on the sleeves of her heather gray sweater.

"As Maid of Honor you have to discuss this with us." Maggie said pointing to the empty chair beside Izzy as Felicia smiled and took a seat.

"Who says she's Maid of Honor? I've been planning this since day one!" Izzy said glaring at Felicia as she sunk a little in her seat.

"I'm just as surprised as you." She said in a soft voice and a shrug as Izzy sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever, I suppose you'll have better stories since you grew up together." She said waving her hands around dramatically as Maggie smiled and nodded.

"Oh, I can make a collective video of all our past ones from high school and the band and-"

"NO! I look like a punk in those." Willow said shaking her head. "Absolutely not."

"You are a punk." Maggie laughed as Willow rolled her eyes.

"Well, not anymore mother."

"Same difference." She shrugged as Felicia chuckled.

"I suppose I should give you this then." Izzy said lifting the binder and dropping it on the table with a loud thud. Having half of the invitations land on the floor. Maggie tsk-ed at Izzy's behavior picking up the cards.

"Must you be sucha drama queen?" Willow asked as Felicia poked at the large binder.

"What is that?" Felicia asked in a small voice as Izzy smirked.

"The wedding I've been planning for months now. However, since you're the Maid of Honor I suppose this should be your job now."

"You can still help." Willow said helping her mother with the invitations, spreading them back across the small table and placing them in piles of 'yes' and 'maybes' and 'definitely nots'.

"Y-yeah, I mean this seems like a lot. We're all helping." Felicia shrugged as Izzy arched a brow towards her mousey friend.

"And what exactly is it that you've done?"

"I'm doing the place settings." She said looking down at the table and straightening a pile of cards in front of her.

"Do you even know what place settings she wants? Or whom it was that picked them out?"

"You?" Felicia sighed looking back at Izzy as she nodded her head.

"Oh would'ya stop. You're making her pee herself. It's fine Licia, once the wedding comes around you'll be in charge or more things. And it is only fair that she is my Maid of Honor," Willow said pointing to Felicia as she glared at Izzy. "because we've known each other longer and her mother is going to be in the wedding too. She's going to be doing a reading."

"What 'bout Rye?" Maggie asked taking a sip of her coffee.

"Oh uh, I don't know. She can probably be in charge of my crazy bachelorette party." Willow shrugged as Felicia giggled.

"I wonder what the guys are gonna do?" She asked as Izzy snorted and Maggie rolled her eyes, getting from the table and grabbing a box of pastries she brought with her.

"Strip club. Something generic and boring probably." Willow shrugged.

"Isn't that what they did for Casey?" Izzy asked.

"Yeah, exactly." Willow laughed, shaking her head. "They're a real buncha original thinkers those boys. I don't really think they have anything scheming?" She shrugged.