LOCISVU: Thank you! steple: Yay! Another Alex/Casey shipper. Thank you so much. I totally agree, there needs to be more Alex and Casey stories. I should probably write some. haha. Bkwrmchar: I'm glad you liked it! Their wedding is coming up soon. :) srhittson: Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it. dove in love: I hope you like this chapter. Sorry it took me so long to come up with it. By the way, I'm still waiting for you to update. :D nany85: Sorry it took me so long to update. I feel like I'm planning their wedding. haha. Well, I kind of am, but you know what I mean. :) The new season is really disappointing me. I haven't seen any more Casey eps and Alex is hardly being shown at all. I think it's time for me to boycott the show until they're back. Cavak: Yay! I'm so glad you love Alex and Casey! The world needs more AC fans. There will be lots more AC from me in the future. :) Tracer: I think Alex and Casey would be an adorable couple, too. I love writing fluff so there will be plenty of adorableness ahead.

"Casey," Alex said as she gently shook her sleeping fiancee. "Casey, baby, wake up."

"No," Casey groaned.

Alex got on top of her in hopes that it would wake her up. With her fiancee's naked body pressed against hers, Casey had no choice but to open her eyes.

"Casey," Alex repeated as she smiled at the beautiful red head lying beneath her.

"Hmm?" Casey said, still half asleep. Her eyes may have been half open, but her hands began roaming Alex's body. "You feel so good, Alex. Do you want to go at it again?"

"Casey!" Alex said, completely shocked. "You're so vulgar when you're half-asleep."

"Sorry," Casey mumbled. "How about if I hold you?"

"Not right now. I just realized we don't have a song. We need one."

"Alex," Casey mumbled. With one eye open and one eye squinting, she glanced at the time on her phone. "It's 4 a.m. We don't need a song. We need sleep."

"You're willing to wake up for sex, but not to pick our song?"

"Exactly," Casey said and wrapped her arms around Alex.

"Casey!"

"It's your fault, Alex," Casey told her. Her fingertips were gently running down Alex's back, hoping it would lull her fiancee to sleep.

"How?"

"If you weren't so beautiful, I wouldn't be wanting sex so often."

"Good save," Alex told her. "But that's not getting you off the hook and neither is trying to lull me to sleep. Casey, our wedding is in five months."

"That's right, Alex. It's in five months not five hours. We can plan everything this afternoon. Casey needs sleep now."

"No," Alex insisted. "I know what Casey has planned. That All-Star game is on today and I know how you get when there's a game on TV. It's like you're dead to the world."

"Sweetheart," Casey said and cupped Alex's face with her hands. "You're exaggerating."

"I wish I were," Alex told her. "But I can recall one particular Yankees versus Red Sox game in which I attempted to give you a lap dance. You said, and I quote, 'Not right now, babe. There are only three innings left. You can give me a lap dance when this is over.'"

"You can give me one right now," Casey suggested. The pleading look on Casey's face almost made Alex give in—almost.

"Get up," Alex ordered. When Casey refused, Alex grabbed her fiancee by the hands and forced her up. Before she could lie herself down again, Casey was handed a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top. It was the same set of pajamas that Alex owned except Casey's were red instead of pink like Alex's. It was yet another way they blended and if their friends saw them in these pajamas, they would never hear the end of it.

Blame it on a rather lengthy make-out session, but it was after five by the time Alex and Casey made their way over to the living room. Casey looked at the coffee table and saw that Alex already had a three-ring binder and pages from bridal magazines in two organized stacks labeled 'definitely' and 'maybe'.

As Alex made coffee for the two of them, Casey looked through the 'definitely' pile. She saw pictures of bouquets, color schemes, table settings, and floral arrangements. Although she wasn't too thrilled with Alex's choices, she would have done anything to please the woman she loved, especially because all of these choices were Alex's and Alex's alone and not some wedding planner who didn't know them.

"You know just the way I like it," Casey said as Alex handed her one of the matching mugs. On Casey's mug was a picture of her kissing Alex on the cheek and on Alex's mug was a picture of her kissing Casey on the cheek. It was the cheesiest gift they had ever given themselves and yet another thing they'd never show their friends for fear of being teased to no end.

"I know what else you like," Alex said before kissing her.

"You're everything I like and love," Casey told her.

"And you're everything I've ever wanted and more."

"And you're my dream come true," Casey said as Alex rested her head on her shoulder. "My princess charming."

"And you're my knight in shining…softball shirts."

There were so many things Casey could have said, but she knew none of them would come close to Alex's last term of endearment for her. Instead, she placed delicate kisses on Alex's left temple and watched as Alex started blushing. It had been a year and a half since their first date and Casey loved that she was still able to make Alex blush whenever she held her. The sight of Alex blushing was one that nobody else was privileged enough to witness and Casey planned on keeping it that way—or, at least she planned on keeping it that way until their wedding when everyone would see Alex at her most beautiful.

"Why don't we have a song?" Alex asked as she looked up at Casey.

"We've never slow danced," Casey reminded her. "Most couples don't do that anymore unless it's their wedding day."

"It doesn't have to be a song we've slow danced to," Alex pointed out. "It just has to be one that's significant. "It could be a song that was playing when we made love for the first time."

"I don't know," Casey said hesitantly. "We always associate 'More than Words' with the first time we made love, which will make me think about that night and how we finally gave ourselves to each other. I don't know if I should be thinking about that at our wedding."

"That's the point," Alex told her. "It'll get you ready for our honeymoon."

"Where do you want to go?" Casey asked. "Bahamas? Hawaii? Cabo?"

"No," Alex said. "Too typical. Let's get a cabin in the woods."

"In December, Alex? It'll be freezing and there will be snow everywhere. I imagined seeing you in a bikini, not snow boots and a thick jacket."

"Bikinis are nice," Alex said flirtatiously. "But I'd rather see you in lingerie while we're sipping wine in front of a cozy fire. Maybe something black and lacy."

"Oh, yeah? And what are you wearing when you have these honeymoon fantasies?" Casey asked as she started kissing her fiancee's neck.

"I'm never thinking about myself when I have these fantasies," Alex admitted. "All of my focus is on you and how ready you are for me, like you're ready for me right now."

"Alex?"

"What?" she moaned. "What, baby? Tell me."

Casey stopped nibbling on her neck. "The wedding plans?"

"You're right," Alex groaned. "But after this, your ass is mine."

"This was your idea," Casey reminded her, but she knew disagreeing with a sexually frustrated Alex was never a good idea.

"Back to the cabin," Alex told her.

"You really want our honeymoon to be in some cabin in the woods?"

"Yes!" Alex asserted. "Just imagine it. We'll be snowed in, away from the outside world, just the two of us with nothing to do but hold each other and make love to each other. It's romantic and the perfect way for us to bond as a married couple."

"Okay," Casey agreed. She was already imagining how adorable Alex was going to look in a fuzzy sweater and how sexy she was going to look when they made love to each other by the fire.

"We can spend a few days at the beach next month," Alex told her. "Daddy is letting us use the beach house. He says it's important that we go on vacation together before we get married. I don't believe in that superstition, but I'd never turn down a romantic getaway with the woman I love."

"And I'd never turn down seeing the place where you spent your summers as a child. I can imagine you as a little girl making sand castles and wearing colorful bathing suits."

Alex started blushing yet again. "We'll take our future son or daughter there someday."

Casey got lost in the thought of having a little version of them running around until Alex brought her back to reality."

"I want red," Alex told her.

"What?"

"Our wedding, Case," Alex said excitedly. "I want red. Abbie and Serena can wear red dresses and we'll have rose bouquets as centerpieces on all of the tables. Oh, and we can also have candles on the tables and twinkling lights lining the room."

"With white table cloths," Casey added. "I love that contrast. For a minute, I thought you were going to want pink."

"In December, Case? Please," Alex scoffed. "What do you take me for?"

"At least we know you can always have a career in wedding planning to fall back on," Casey teased.

"I'm so excited, babe. I can't wait to share our special day with 200 of our closest friends."

"You mean 100?" Casey asked.

"200," Alex said sternly.

"150."

"We'll discuss this later," Alex insisted. "Remember, my original number was 300. I'm trying to compromise."

Casey knew their guest list was going to lean more toward 200 than 150, but she didn't mind. Alex may have been enjoying playing the wedding planner, but Casey knew there was something—or someone—that was missing.

"Case?"

"Yeah?"

"I wish my mom were here to see me on our wedding day. I never wanted to admit it, but I miss her, especially now that I'm getting married. When a woman gets married, her mom is supposed to be by her side every step of the way, especially when she's trying on dresses. Having Serena there was nice, but I still felt like someone was missing and I know it sounds juvenile but I talk to my mom at least once a week. That's what I do when I 'disappear' for awhile. I'll go to the cemetery and spend at least an hour telling her everything that's going on and how much I miss her. I talk about you a lot. She would have loved you."

"Babe," Casey said as she started kissing Alex's tear-stained cheeks. "Has anyone ever told you that they see so much of her in you? Your dad and I had a talk the other night and he said you two have the same laugh, the same smile. You're so poised and beautiful just like she was. She's still with you, Alex, and although she can't physically be at our wedding, she'll still be there. She's in your heart and in your thoughts, Alex."

"Casey?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you hold me for awhile?"

Casey saw the pleading look in her fiancee's eyes and she knew no significant wedding plans were going to be made that day, but it didn't matter. "For the rest of my life, Alex," Casey reassured her. "I plan on holding you for the rest of my life."