First off, I wanna apologize for the crappy formatting in the last chapter (which I still need to fix as a matter of fact!)...I forgot to go back through it when I uploaded it on the site to add in the line breaks since they don't transfer from my word doc and I know it made it a little confusing the way it seemed to jump back and forth with no break. I was so excited to get it up and it was so late that I just completely blanked on that part.

Anyway, I'd hoped to have this one up a little sooner but I got stuck in the middle of it and pushed it to the side for a couple weeks because I was so frustrated with it but last night the ending popped into my head and I finally was able to get it all written tonight. You guys will hate it, but let me just say that I'm excited and I will love every bit of the frustration and impatience I know you guys will have :)...that just makes you want to skip the rest of this and start reading, doesn't it? Good thing I'm out of things to ramble on about!

In case you haven't figured it out yet, I don't own Transformers. Some rich old guy does, and let me assure you I'm not rich and I'm not a guy.

Please review because I am dying to hear what you guys think!

After months of preparation and several redeye cross country trips for the weekend, tomorrow they would be flying back to LA for the final time before the wedding.

When they came back to Philadelphia, it would be as a married couple. No more of the boyfriend and girlfriend or fiancées; this time it would be as husband and wife. Set in stone—or, at least, forever recorded on paper.

Mikaela Witwicky.

It sounded so weird saying it in her head and yet she couldn't wait for it. The wedding of her dreams was only three days away and she was still in awe that it was even happening.

God, who would've thought the bumbling geek who fought alongside gigantic robots but was too scared to tell his girlfriend he loved her would grow into the amazing man she was meeting at the end of that aisle?

She remembered the night they finally talked about how consumed she'd become the wedding and his somewhat sarcastic comment about her leaving him for the tablecloths (which were custom made by the way!), but truthfully all the planning in the world to make it exactly like she pictured in her mind couldn't come close to how utterly perfect her dress was.

It was their final day in the city. They'd planned to spend it sight-seeing because, really, who could possibly come to New York City and NOT do some exploring?

Finding the small, exclusive store had been a pure stroke of luck. Mikaela was a little bummed that she hadn't been able to find a single dress she liked out of all the stores they'd visited and Christian wanted to cheer her up. Maybe the wedding was a little closer than they would have liked to still not have the most important part, but they still had time to find it.

A woman in her thirties had overheard their conversation and, upon seeing the downtrodden look on the wife-to-be's face, suggested the place. She warned that it was pricy and that there was a smaller selection than every other place they'd looked, but that it was worth looking in if they were willing to spend the money. There was a sad look in her eye when she recalled having to settle for her dress because she simply ran out of time to find the perfect one, but had visited the store months later with a friend and had found the dress she'd pictured wearing since she was a little girl.

Christian and Judy had immediately forgone the morning of traipsing around the city to try one last store. Refusing the woman who meant so much to both of them the opportunity was something they weren't willing to do.

The cab ride to the store was an hour long from where they were, but none of the women complained about being crammed into the backseat or that the cab driver smelled like rotten sauerkraut and dirty socks. It had been a miracle to learn of the place and they all prayed for a magical ending.

Pricy and exclusive were definitely accurate descriptions of the store, but the lady had forgotten to mention that the saleswomen were also snooty and judgmental. Every woman in the place gave them dirty looks when they walked in, thinking they didn't deserve to step foot in such a high-end place, but they were all fake smiles and kind words when Mikaela mentioned price wasn't an issue.

After browsing through all those brand name stores with their huge collections to see dress after dress that was nowhere close to what she wanted, it only took one try to find the dress she'd been picturing from the moment Sam got down on one knee.

It was a Maggie Sottero dress that had a satin crisscross pattern across the bodice with embellished handmade flowers on the left side of the waist that accentuated her torso perfectly. The bottom flowed out in a tiered flute drape overlay of taffeta.

Mikaela knew the moment the saleslady brought it out that it was perfect and she'd had tears in her eyes when she tried it on and walked out of the dressing room to show her best friend and future mother-in-law.

This dress would transform the wedding into an absolute fairytale.

Thinking about that moment was beyond anything words could express. She was probably more excited to go to LA so she could see the dress in person again, since they'd had it shipped to Ron and Judy's house, than she was about anything else.

"Hey pretty girl," Sam leaned over the edge of the bed to kiss her forehead. "What's on your mind that's got you smiling like that?"

"The dress," She answered honestly and laughed. "I know it's dumb but don't make fun of me. I can't help it though, it's exactly what I imagined and I can't believe we found it like we did."

"I'm just happy you found it. I know how important it was to you," His sincere words were replaced by a playful frown. "Although I'm a little sad about the lack of half naked Facetime in a dressing room."

"You're such a perv Sam Witwicky," Mikaela hit him with a pillow. "I already told you I bought some new stuff and you can see it during the honeymoon."

"You know how much I love surprises that involve you in sexy lingerie," He crawled down on top of her and kissed her sensually. "I have a surprise for you too. I was going to wait until we got back, but I can't wait any longer."

"Is this one of those surprises that involve you spending a crap load of money?" She eyed him pointedly. "Because if it is, I'm going to kill you."

"Well yeah," Sam admitted and rushed to continue when her eyes darkened in anger. "I want you to promise me you won't get mad until after I show you and explain why I did it, but I think you're going to love it."

"Damn it Sam," The pleading look on his face was so desperate she found her anger slowly dissipating and she groaned out the next word. "Fine. I promise."

He took in her t-shirt and sweats before pulling her out of the room towards the garage on the main floor. She had to stop him in his haste so they could put shoes on and grab their coats from the entryway. His anxiety caused her curiosity to peak. There was a strange mixture of excitement and fear radiating off of him and he was abnormally aloof.

The scarf in his hand caught her eye when they got in the car, but she didn't ask and he didn't seem quite ready to reveal the reason for bringing it.

"You know where to go Bee," Sam spoke cryptically to the car and the engine roared to life.

Traffic was almost nonexistent as they made their way through an area of the city she'd never been. The weather had been bad over the last week, just finally beginning to clear up from a bad snowstorm, but they'd never worried about it since Bee was better than any four wheel drive vehicle built specifically to handle winters in the Northeast.

Mikaela stared at his twiddling thumbs and his knee bouncing up and down and wondered what he had up his sleeve. Even though he knew how much she hated when he threw down a ton of money to buy her something insanely expensive, he usually didn't display so much nervousness. It had her dreading what was coming because if he was that nervous already, the price had to be way beyond anything he'd ever done in the past.

The Camaro turned into the parking lot of one of the many Wal-Marts in the city and she turned to look at her fiancée wondering why he was acting so weird about them going to the store. Besides, it was Wal-Mart—even the most expensive thing in the store was less than half the price of her ring. Not that that wasn't a lot of money, but it wasn't anywhere close to explaining the way he was acting.

"Put this on," He twisted his body towards hers and held up the scarf.

A million questions ran through her mind but she stayed silent as he helped her wrap the accessory around her eyes and made sure she couldn't see anything. The car started moving again and the air was thick with tension as they drove for another fifteen minutes. All she could figure out was that they were not on the highway because of the several turns and slowing down she felt from the car.

They finally stopped when she felt herself about to start begging him to tell her what was going on. Mikaela simply couldn't take it anymore. Sam had obviously gone above and beyond overboard if he was making her promise to let him explain before she got mad and blindfolded her to ensure she knew nothing before he was ready.

Couldn't he have waited until after they were married to piss her off?

He asked her to wait before she heard him get out of the car and moments later her door opened and he reached for her hand to help her out of the car. They walked a good twenty feet or so on a surprisingly dry surface before he stopped her and moved away for a moment before he was picking her up and carrying her for another thirty feet.

His hands were shaking as he untied the blindfold and let it fall away and she quickly took in her surroundings.

"Please tell me you didn't do what I think you did," Mikaela knew, of course, by the look on his face and the fact that they were standing in a gorgeous—and very empty—foyer.

"I did," Sam said softly.

"Damn it Sam!" This time there was no chance of her anger fading away.

"Just listen to me, okay?" He implored. "You promised remember?"

"How could you do this?" Angry tears pricked at her eyelids. "How could you do something like this without even asking me?"

"Baby, listen to me!" Sam repeated and tried to take her hand but she swatted it away. Mikaela gave him one last scathing look before stalking out the front door.

She was fumbling with the door handle and banging on the window ordering Bee to unlock the door when he raced after her to the car. His arms locked around her waist and she fought with all her might to shove him away from her.

"Mikaela, please, just hear me out okay?" He begged softly against her ear.

"We were supposed to do this together!" She cried and spun around to look at him brokenly. "This should've been something we experienced together! Newlyweds buying their first house? Now we we'll never get to do that because you're an insensitive jackass and you went off and did it all on your own without even saying a word to me!"

"Will you please just come inside and let me explain?" Even in her heavy coat, she was still shivering from the cold weather. "You promised you'd let me explain why I did it."

Mikaela rolled her eyes exasperatedly and went back inside without so much as glancing at him. He was quick to follow her and kept a small distance between them as he hurried to explain before she could go off on him all over again.

"I get that you're upset, and I know I went about this all the wrong way but we have talked about it before," She cut him off before he could keep going.

"We never talked about actually going out and doing it!"

"I know that!" He raked his hand through his hair in frustration. "I know that, okay? I never fully committed to doing this. I was just talking to a realtor, exploring some possibilities, but I never set out to do this behind your back. I know how much you wanted to do this together, and I didn't intend to do this without you."

"Then why the fuck did you?"

"The realtor called me one day and wanted to know if I was interested in looking at a couple houses," Sam answered simply. "She knew I wasn't sure I was ready to buy yet, but she thought this would give me some idea as to what we wanted and what she needed to be looking for."

"You didn't think at that point maybe you should've told me?"

"No. I thought maybe we'd look at a couple and then when you and I were ready it would make it that much easier."

"And yet you still managed to buy a fucking mansion without ever once saying a damn word to me," Mikaela grew angry all over again. "How many times do I have to beg you to not go out and throw your money away like it's nothing? How long is it going to be before you get it through your hard ass fucking head that I hate feeling like you think you need to buy my love? Do you have any clue how much that hurts me Sam? Do you have any clue how many nights I lay awake in bed while you're asleep wondering what I'm doing so wrong that you think you have to buy me all these things when I know in my heart I'm gonna love you 'til the day I die regardless of the car I drive or where we live? God, Sam, I know you mean well but you make me feel like the worst person alive when you do things like this."

"I love you. And I know you love me," He said adamantly and laced their fingers together. "I'm sorry you feel like that baby. I know it's not true. You and me, we've got that forever kind of thing. I'm not ever gonna let you go."

"Then why do you keep doing this?" Mikaela's voice cracked from the tears that started falling some time during her tirade moments ago.

"Don't you want to know why I did this?" Sam asked.

"Did you not listen to anything I just said?"

"I heard everything you said, but I want you to ask me."

"Okay Sam," She said patronizingly. "Why did you go out and buy us a house without ever consulting your future wife?"

"Because the moment I walked in this house, all I could see was our future," He said softly and cupped her cheek. "We've talked about our dream home and this one is everything you described and so much more. The thing is, I had to see it twice before I realized that. The first time I saw the house, my mind flashed with pictures of us as a family. Baby, I saw you and me…and I saw kids. I can't wait to start a family with you. I can't wait for the day you tell me I'm gonna be a daddy. I can't wait to see how breathtaking you're gonna look when you're pregnant. I can't wait to bring you and our child home for the first time. I saw all those moments and so many more as soon as I came in that front door. I knew it was a risk doing this without you, but the only thing that's ever felt more right was asking you to spend the rest of your life with me. There was no way I couldn't not do it even though I knew you were going to be furious."

"You're making it really hard to be mad at you Sam Witwicky," Mikaela whispered.

"I love you more than I could ever say and everything I do, I do because I want to. I know you don't expect it and I know you don't like it, but I'll do everything in my power to make you the happiest you can be. If it hurts you that bad, I'll start eating Cracker Jacks and give you the prizes. I just love to see that smile on your face that's all," Sam touched his lips to hers in an emotional kiss. "Please just walk around with me and see the house for yourself. If you hate it, I'll sell it for half the price and we can start all over again and do it together."

"I don't need to; I feel it too. The moment you walk through that door, you just know in your heart this is home," Her arms slithered around his neck. "Just promise me you have no more expensive surprises?"

"Would this be a bad time to mention we're going to Cabo for our honeymoon?" He looked nervous again. "It was meant to be another surprise, but it's not too late to change it if you think it's too much."

"I should say yes, but you know how much I've always wanted to go there," Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck and she pecked his lips. "I can't wait to spend two weeks in Cabo San Lucas with my husband."

"I'm still torn on whether I'm more excited to be your husband or for our wedding night," Sam said cheekily and she hit him on the chest.

"You're still just mad that the last time we had sex was at the party 'cause I told you I wanted to wait," She smirked at the sheepish look that formed on his face.

"I can't help it that you're gorgeous and I can't keep my hands off you," He defended himself. "Now do you want to take a look around and see the rest of the house?"

They started with the basement as it was the only part of the house that had been a huge part of what he'd wanted in their house. The rest of it was more for her than him although he couldn't deny the beauty of the house.

Cliché as it was, she was the exact image of a kid on Christmas morning. With every new room they saw, her eyes lit up in excitement and happiness. She was dragging him all over the place and he let her inspect every nook and cranny she wanted to but he was anxious for her to see the second floor.

The kitchen blew her mind and Sam just had to laugh at her face because he knew she wasn't exactly a world class chef. Mikaela enjoyed cooking and she was good at it but even she would admit she had a limited repertoire.

"This is amazing Sam," She said and gave him a soft smile.

"Ready to see the second floor?" He took her hand and guided her up one flight of stairs.

At the top step, he stopped and allowed her to go around him to take in the layout she thought only existed in her mind. A gasp escaped her lips and that was the moment he knew without a doubt his decision to buy the house without telling her was the right one.

It took no time at all for her to open the doors to the master bedroom and he finally moved from his spot to follow her. She barely glanced in the other bedroom and he chuckled to himself about her obvious disinterest in it compared to the master bedroom and sitting area. No words were spoken between the couple as he waited for her to finish the tour.

Mikaela couldn't believe he'd done this, but at the same time she completely understood it. When he described the feelings he got, she'd felt the exact same way. Of course she would have loved for them to do it together, but it still would've been this house in the end. There was no escaping that everything about this house just screamed home for the soon-to-be family.

"Oh my God," Her voice was no more than a whisper as she stood in front of her fiancée after thoroughly exploring the bathroom and closet. "I love it. It's perfect!"

"I know we talked about paying someone else to do the decorating, but what do you say we do that together after the wedding and honeymoon?" Sam slipped his hands around her smaller ones. "Just you and me—as a family."

"I can't wait," Mikaela leaned up on her toes to peck his lips. "But you're still in trouble mister."

Mikaela's house was packed full of all of their friends. Their flight had landed that afternoon and they'd gone straight to Sam's parents' house for a relaxing cookout before heading to her house for a good night's rest. The next three days were packed full of things to do from early in the morning until late at night but everybody was psyched for the insanity that was sure to come.

Christian and Leo had been given Mikaela's old bedroom turned guest room, Balie and Andy shared the third bedroom, and Rachel was bunking in the living room with Colton, Tyler, and Tate. She and Tyler were sharing the sofa bed while Tate had the recliner and Colton was stuck on an air mattress shoved into the corner of the room.

When Mikaela had told her friend she'd have to share with one of the three guys, nobody had been the least bit surprised when Tyler was her choice. They'd been dancing around the idea of sleeping together for as long as anyone could remember but they were also close friends as well.

The moon was high in the sky that night as all but two of the friends slept. Everyone else slept soundly, completely oblivious to the secret that was about to be revealed and the fear that would come from it and the way it would affect so many of their lives in the coming months.

A simple text message saying nothing more than 'I need you' led two of them to sneaking out onto the back porch far away from any ears that could overhear what was about to be said should one of the others wake up for some random reason.

"Are you okay?" Tension filled the air as it became obvious how nervous they were to reveal the thought that had been consuming every waking thought for the last month.

"I wasn't going to say anything. With everything going on and how busy we've been, I thought it was best to keep quiet. I know it's only a couple days away, but I have to tell someone because I have no clue what I'm going to do," As their eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding them, they made contact before one of them broke the gaze to look up at the stars in the night sky. Being so close to LA and all that smog, it wasn't often that the stars were so visible but it was gorgeous when they were.

"What's going on?"

"I think I'm pregnant," The voice cracked on the final word. "I haven't taken a test or anything but I have this gut feeling that I am. I just know it. I've never been late in my life until now, I've been feeling like crap and every morning for the last two weeks I wake up and I'm running to the bathroom to puke, and I'm craving things I've never really liked."

"Have you said anything to him?"

"No. How am I supposed to tell him I'm pregnant? How am I supposed to look him in the eye and tell him life as we know it is over? It's already changed so much and now this? This is the last thing we needed right now, but it's happening and I feel so lost. We've talked about having kids but it was always in the future when we were both done with school—not when we're in the middle of it!"

"Okay, calm down. It's gonna be okay," An arm reached out to pull the other close. "If anybody can handle this, it's you two. You two were made for each other, you've been through so much already, and I know he's gonna be excited."

"I'm scared. I should've gone to the doctor weeks ago, but there's this part of me that keeps hoping it's all in my head even though I know without a doubt it's not. I'm freakin' pregnant and neither of us is old enough to drink!"

"I know you're scared, but you're not alone. We're all gonna be here for you every step of the way. Why haven't you said anything before now?"

"Because of the wedding," She said and squeezed her eyes shut to keep the tears at bay. "We've both been so caught up with all the last minute stuff that it never felt like it was the right time to say anything."

"Here's what we're gonna do, okay? When we all get back home and after the honeymoon, we'll go buy one of those tests. I'll be there with you when you take it and I'll hold your hand the whole time if that's what you need. If it comes out positive, you're gonna make an appointment to see the doctor and we'll go get a real test done. If that one's positive too, then we can worry about what you're going to do and how you're gonna tell him. Until then, I want you to promise me you won't spend the next two and a half weeks stressing yourself out about it," There was a slight nod of agreement but she couldn't find it in herself to speak.

The air was still thick with the heaviness of the situation, but for the first time in a month she felt better about her potential pregnancy. She still knew in her heart that there was a baby growing inside her, but it was such a relief to finally talk to her best friend about it. Because of the honeymoon, it would still be a little bit before she knew for sure what was going on but at least now she had someone to share it with. Not worrying about it and thinking about it constantly until then would be hard, but at least now she knew she had someone by her side.

It was crazy to think that in less than a year, there'd be a baby in the house and for the first time she was glad they would be living alone. She hated the fact that they would no longer be living with their best friends but both couples plus a baby in that house would be way too cramped.

"I love you, you know that right?"They wrapped their arms around each other in a tight hug. "I can't imagine not having you in my life the past year and a half. You're the best friend in the world and you're going to be the best godmother ever."

"Really?" Even in the dark, she saw the other girl's face light up with pure happiness. "Oh my God! I'm so excited, I can't wait!"

She was right, of course. Everything would work out just fine. Their group of friends would be totally supportive and there for them the entire way. He might be shocked at first and obviously scared out of his mind, but she knew he was going to be excited once the news sunk in and she couldn't wait to start a family with him even if the timing was all wrong.

Maybe they were still just kids, but they'd had to grow up fast with everything they'd all gone through over the last year. If they could make it through that, having a baby couldn't possibly tear them apart.

Life was about to change and nothing would ever be the same, but she loved that man with all her heart and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited at the thought that they'd created a life together.

Besides, if the last year had taught her anything, it was that as soon as everything went back to normal something huge always seemed to happen to shake it up again. At least this time it would be a baby instead of a kidnapping.