The day of the weddings arrived much faster than Adam could have ever expected. How they got everything planned and ready was beyond him. Time had passed so quickly that he felt like he had just skipped like a day or two all together. "Is it normal to feel kind of nasueous?" he asked as he paced around the room. "Because I think I might throw up right around now."

Randy (who was trying to get Adam into his tuxedo) sighed. "You're going to be okay," he assured him. "Pre-wedding jitters are normal. Now hold the fuck still so we can get you into this thing."

Adam couldn't hold still though. It felt like bugs were crawling all along underneath his skin. "I can't do this," he muttered. "I really can't do this right now."

Randy looked at him in shock. "What? You can't marry Jeff? Shouldn't you have figured that out before now?"

"That's not what I meant," Adam snapped. "I want to marry Jeff. I just can't do this wedding thing. I think I should take him so we can run off and elope in Vegas. There would be a lot less pressure with an elopement."

"Yeah, but we would murder you horribly for it," Randy pointed out. "We've been waiting for this wedding for way too long for you to spoil this for us."

"You just want it to be a trainwreck," Adam accused.

"Well yeah, what else do you think this is going to be?"

Adam rolled his eyes and put on his tuxedo. "I don't see why we couldn't do this wedding naked," he muttered. "I would feel a lot more comfortable naked."

"Yeah, but we don't want to see that," Randy said. "And Matt doesn't need another reason to want to kill you. He's got enough of those as it is."

Adam sighed. He knew Randy had a good point with the Matt wanting to kill him thing. "I just wish there weren't so many people here. They're going to be staring at us like we're freaks."

"No they will not," Randy said. He smoothed down Adam's tux. "You are freaking out and you need to knock it off. This is not the end of the world. This is a wedding, which will be hell, but it is the thing will make you married to Jeff, which is what you want. So it will all work out in the end." He took a step back and looked at Adam carefully. "I think we should do something with your hair."

"And I think you should leave it alone," Adam replied. He touched his hair protectively. "Knowing you, you might want to shave it off and make me look like I have as big as ears as you do."

Randy glared at him. "Excuse me?"

Adam knew he should probably keep his mouth shut, but he didn't. That just wasn't his nature. "I'm not sure if anyone has told you Randy, but with that shaved head, it looks like you have giant elf ears."

Randy made a noise that indicated that he was insulted. "You bastard! Why would you say that? I do not have elf ears!" He touched his ears self consciously. "You're so mean to me you asshole. Why am I even your friend?"

"Sorry," Adam said. "I thought friends were supposed to be honest with each other."

"Not when it comes to ear sizes! You're supposed to say I do not have big ears. Real friends lie about stuff like that."

"Okay fine. Your ears are not freakishly large. Is that better?"

"A little," Randy pouted. He went over to the mirror and started staring into it intently. "Oh God, they do look big. I'm going to have to staple them to my head just so they don't stick out."

Adam winced. Now he kind of felt bad that he had said that. "Randy you're fine. I was being stupid when I said that. Don't staple your ears to your head because that would hurt."

Randy stared at himself in the mirror a little bit more before turning away from it. "So are you and Jeff making up your own vows?" he asked. "I know some people like to do that."

Adam shrugged. "I don't think so. Jeff hasn't said he wanted to do that so I'm assuming we're going with the same spiel the priest makes everyone else say."

"Oh." Randy adjusted his own tie. "Is Shannon going to be in a dress?"

"Making that happen was Jeff's mission as of last night," Adam replied. "Whether he succeeds or not is a whole different story." He adjusted the cuffs on his sleeves. "Do you think I could have some booze before this thing? I think alcohol might take the edge off of my nervousness."

"You're not drinking right before the ceremony. As your best man, I cannot allow that."

"Meanie. You're the worst best man ever."

Randy sighed and gave Adam a one armed hug. "Yeah, I love you too. Now let's go get you married."

Adam didn't have time to keep pouting about his lost oppertunity at booze. He was following Randy out of the house and out to the backyard. Matt and Chris were already standing up by the priest and Jeff was waiting by the door for them.

"Addy!" Jeff said happily. He practically jumped into Adam's arms and planted a big kiss on his lips.

"Jeff!" Trish whined. "You don't kiss him yet! You didn't even walk down the asile right!"

"I don't care!" Jeff said childishly. "He's my Addy and I do what I want with him!"

Adam chuckled and gave Jeff a little kiss. "I'd do what she says baby. She looks ready to kill you." He smirked when he saw that Shannon was in a blue dress, just like Trish was. "Nice look Shanny."

"'Fuck you mother fucker," Shannon replied. "I'm going to get all of you for this."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Adam said. He handed Jeff off to Trish and then went to join Chris and Matt. "Already I see this wedding isn't exactly going to plan," he said to them.

Chris shrugged. "Things never go to plan when Jeff's excited. It's just how it works."

Adam nodded in agreement and watched Trish walk Jeff down the asile. "Why isn't Gil doing this?" he asked.

"Trish begged until he let her do it," Matt replied. "He couldn't resist her pouty face."

"Nobody can resist that pouty face," Shane replied. He was Matt's best man. "Not even you gay guys can resist that."

Jeff grinned and grabbed Adam by the hands before jumping up and down on the back of his feet. "Let's do this Addy. I want to have our wedding night sex as soon as possible."

The priest, who was an older gentlemen, turned all kinds of colors when he heard. that. "Uh...we are gathered here today to um...celebrate the joining of Jeff Hardy and Adam Copeland, as well as Matt Hardy and Chris Irvine."

"Wait, his last name is really not Jericho?" Hunter asked loudly. He gave Chris a dirty look. "What else haven't you been telling us?"

Gil smacked him on the back of the head. "Be quiet boy. We don't need to hear you talk."

Adam laughed at the look on Hunter's face. "Your dad is awesome," he told Jeff.

Jeff nodded proudly "I know he is."

"Matt," the priest said. "Do you take Chris to be your husband? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer?"

"Even when he's being a jackass?" Shannon asked.

Jeff stomped on Shannon's foot so Gil didn't have to get up and smack him.

"I do," Matt said.

"Chris, do you take--"

Adam tuned out the priest because he didn't need to hear all that again. He hummed under his breath and it wasn't until Jeff started poking him. "What?" he asked.

"It's your turn to say stuff Addy," Jeff pointed out. "The priest wants to know if you'll be my lawfully wedded sex slave."

The priest turned pale. "I said husband."

"Husband, sex slave, same difference."

"I do," Adam said with a grin."

"And I do too," Jeff said before the priest could even ask. "Can we kiss now?"

The priest looked around. "Does anyone have any objections?"

"Matt, keep your hand down," Gil warned.

Matt sighed in disappoinment. "Damn it."

"Well then by the power invested in me, I pronounce you to be married. You may kiss your husbands."

Jeff squealed and laid a big one on Adam. Adam flipped off Shannon for making gagging noises at them. "Hey honey?" he said quietly so nobody else could hear them.

"Yeah?" Jeff said back.

"Do you remember what you promised me?"

Jeff nodded. "I'm gonna be a dominatrix tonight."

Adam grinned. This was going to be the best wedding night ever.