A/N: Firstly, I would like to offer a very huge and sincere apology as it has been a good few months since I looked at this! I started writing this mid-august and it is now November and I still haven't got round to updating. Reasons for this are college; I'm taking 3 heavy subjects that require A LOT of effort into them and when I come home, in knackered so I can't be bothered to do anything other than eat and sleep. Ooops! Supernatural – I started watching all seasons again and I just get lost so I am very very sorry for not updating. Forgive me? Thank you for those who have been there from the start and read and reviewed this story: please carry on as it makes me write more because you love it. Secondly, where the hell has all the McSwarek fics gone? Hello there isn't just Gail and holly shippers to please you know. Finally, season 5 ending….WHAT THE HELL. I want to know what other people thought of that because seriously it is uncalled for. Anyways back to where I left it…

Months of planning and spending ridiculous amounts of money gone by, the McSwarek wedding day had finally arrived. The house was busy was an understatement. The men had taken over the downstairs whilst the ladies had taken the whole of the upstairs. At this point, Andy was glad that the two spare rooms had been redecorated and not just used as storage space as Sam originally planned to. The bridesmaids were interchanging the two rooms as one room as they had the hairstylist in one and the makeup artist in the other. Since the house only occupied one bathroom, it was like the tube on a weekday morning (London underground) everyone was everywhere and it was stressing Andy out the most. Traditional or normal doesn't run with Sam nor Andy so they stayed the night together and decided to use the house to get ready in so they don't have to spend more money on hotels. The only thing they did keep traditional was the dress; Andy didn't want Sam to see it as it was more of a surprise. Another argument that sprung up was it cost at least a month's pay check and if he didn't like it she wasn't taking it back so he'll have to make do with her in it.

'Hey Andy, it is your turn to have your hair done' Traci said. 'I told her to keep it simple, like you asked but the only thing I wasn't sure on was whether you wanted it up or down.'

'I don't actually know. Is that bad, I don't even know how I want my hair and it is my wedding day Trace. What do I do? Tell me please just tell me.' Andy was on the verge of tears at this point. The stress of this wedding was unbelievable even though Sam said they could just do something simple like go to the city hall and have Traci and Jerry as witnesses.

'Go and ask Sam whether he prefers me to have my hair up or down.' Traci left the room and headed down the stair case and made her way into the kitchen. There stood all the men with beers in their hands, laughing about the stories Oliver was telling about Sam.

'Seriously guys, its two hours till the wedding and none of you are in your suits and you stood having a frickin' beer! Andy is already stressed as it is and if she came down here and saw the lot of you having a mothers meeting, she would be absolutely pissed.' Traci sighed so she could compose herself and ask the question she needed to ask.

'Nash, chill we have all done the 3 s's so chill. Only thing we need to do is get suited up and that will only take us five minutes tops. So go back up to the beauty parlour and get pampered and leave us men to it.' Oliver spoke with such calmness; Traci didn't know how men could be like this on days like this.

'One, I don't know what the 3 s's are so I'm going to ignore that comment. Two I need to borrow Sam a moment and three, if you Jerry Barber are going to be like this when we get married, so help me God you will be sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life.' A round off ooohs went round the group as the thought of newlywed jerry cuddling a cushion circled them.

'What's up Nash, she isn't having second thoughts is she?' worry spread across his face as the thought of Sam being alone at the altar terrified him.

'No Sam she just wants to know how to have her hair, she freaking out about it and she wants your opinion that's all.'

'Oh well in that case then tell her to have it down and curled I like it curly but not too curly I don't want Mrs Swarek to look like a white poodle. And make sure they don't smother her hair with hairspray, last time she did that I was coughing for a week.' Sam grinned; he couldn't wait to make her officially a Swarek, to kiss her as his new Wife. New beginnings.

'You look beautiful Traci, god knows how you going to look for your wedding. But don't tell Jer I said that. Oh

and the three s's. Shit, shave and shower.' With that sad Sam walked off. Traci shook her head at how immature grown men could be, as she walked away. As she was about to head up stairs she turned her head back to the kitchen and saw Sam directing the lads into the room and making them get changed 3 at a time.

'Sam said he wants it down and curled but little hairspray as he doesn't want to choke to death.'

'Yeah he likes it when I have it down; I have it up too much for work anyways.'

'Is everything ok sweetie?'

Yeah...no...Maybe, I don't know trace, everything was going so well and now...I don't know what to do.'

'Do you want to tell me what's going on are do you want me to go and get Sam and tell him yourself you don't want to marry him. It wasn't only two minutes ago he thought you was calling it off and his face said it all, he was scared shitless. So do not piss him about Andy. Tell me and I'll get Jerry to break it to him.'

'What? Traci that isn't it, I do want to marry him of course I do otherwise I wouldn't have said yes 6 months ago! It just that something has come up and I don't know whether he would marry me once I tell him.'

Tell him what Andy, what has come up that could stop you two from getting married on a day like this. At least it ain't raining.' She joked but seriousness came through.

'Do you mind giving us a minute?' Traci turned to the hairstylist.

'Honey, we don't have a minute we have less than an hour to do your hair and you still need to get that dress on so no I won't give you a minute.' As sassy as the hairstylist was, Andy was having none of it.

'Honey, if my maid of honour says to give us a minute she means it so put your hair grips and your brush down, back away from me and walk out of the fucking door. I'm sure my fiancé will not mind me being a minute late to my own wedding since a bride is allowed to be fashionably late. Oh and honey you can think again that I am paying you for the full 4 hours. It doesn't take an hour to curl my hair!' Andy was beyond angry, how dare a fake Barbie stand there and tell her she can't have a minute on her wedding day!

'You ok?'

'I am now. Look the thing that has come is that, I don't know how to say this to you but I'm erm pregnant. I took a test whilst you went and talked to Sam and since Barbie over here was too busy being full of herself that I had at least 3 minutes spare. Now can you see why Sam may not marry me? I mean I'm pregnant for god sakes; we didn't plan to get pregnant then marry it supposed to be the other way around! God nothing goes the way it should.'

'Andy, sweetie these things don't go to plan always, you and I both know it isn't always 100% effective. Look at how Joey from friends found out that condoms aren't always cracked up to be. Hey, everything will be ok, Sam will be beyond happy. He told Oliver and Jerry that he wanted kids with you whilst you were dancing around each other. He loves you and he will love this baby no matter when it makes it appearance. You have nothing to be afraid of. Look on the Brightside, at least you not in high school. High school and pregnancy do not mix let me tell you that.' Andy started crying at Traci's speech. People say the truth hurts but this truth doesn't, it makes you fall in love with the man all over again.

'I best stop crying, I don't want to ruin my makeup and thank you Traci, for everything you do not know how much it means to me.'

'I know you will be there for me so no need to thank me. It's what friends do for each other. Now let's get you finished and get you to the church on time.'

The ceremony was quite simple, with having Traci as Andy's maid of honour with Gail and Noelle as bridesmaids and Jerry and Oliver were Sam's best men. They both said their own vows as it gave them the opportunity to say how much they love each other in front of friends and family, something that Sam had gotten used to in a short space of time. Their wedding bands had their names engraved on each other's so Sam had McNally and Andy had Sam. To them it was a nice gesture that they had each other and a small reminder that they are together, forever and always.

The Reception was held in a hotel conference room. The room itself was decorated cream with chocolate brown furnishings so this went nice with the colour theme that Andy had chosen for the tables. To this day she can remember how stressed she had gotten over table cloth covers.

FLASHBACK

'Hey Sam which colour should we have?' the wedding planning had gotten underway and two months in they already had the cake, the venue, the church. Only thing they had left was the colour theme, the dresses and suits.

'Erm that one.' Sam pointed to the example that Andy had in her left hand.

'Samuel.' Andy knew it was a bad idea to get him to agree on something whilst watching a game of hockey but there wasn't any other time to do it and she needed it finalizing today.

'What you use my full name for Andrea?' Sam smirked knowing using Andrea would either make her mad or turn her into bridzilla and to be honest Sam loved it when she got angry, not at him of course.

'Do not call me that Sam you know how much I hate it. Just for once can I have your attention on this I need a decision today and you need your say in this as it is OUR wedding after all.'

'Yeah and I said the one in your left hand, sweetie it only table cloths.'

'You didn't even look! What if the colour was not a colour that we chose for possible themes? Do you not care at all Sam?' she shrieked

'Andy, calm down. Look just put this to one side and we will look at it later yeah? Don't stress about it we have another 4 months till we will be sat at the table thanking everyone.' He tried reasoning with her.

'It's ivory.' She muttered.

'What's ivory?

The colour you just picked, and before you say anything it isn't the same as white. You have good taste Swarek.'

'See, we picked it. Now cross it off your check list and get your cute but back here and watch this game with me.'

END OF FLASHBACK

The evening went by smoothly and after cutting the cake, the speeches came next. Sam and Andy couldn't be happier as their wedding day was the best, not because of them but because of their friends and family. If anyone didn't know Oliver Shaw, they would have thought he was drunk with how emotional day. He said that it was a big day not just for them two but for the division as they were waiting for this for years.

Another traditional thing they kept was catching of the garter and bouquet and it was nick and Gail, much to Gail's surprise that caught them. Husband and wife enjoyed their first dance together to the song can't take my eyes off you by lady antebellum, it was that emotional Sam privately shed a couple of tears.

The night drew closer and guests started leaving giving congratulations to couple. Andy was contented; she had everything she could dream of only thing that had her stomach in knots was telling Sam about the baby. She was happy of course, there was no denying that but she didn't know how Sam would react, after all they have only been married for 5 hours. It now or never she thought. As she made her way over to Sam, he was stood at the door shaking hands and kissing the woman on cheek and saying 'thanks for coming'.

'Hey, I been looking for you, we need to talk about something.' Great conversation start Andy, you bit the bullet with that one!

'Yeah sure, do you want to go inside or are out here ok? What's going on, are you hurt or has something happened? Is it your dad? Has Oliver taken all the food, I swear that man is a goat...'

'Sam! My dad is fine, there is plenty of food left made celery take a doggy bag home with them so Oliver can eat in a few hours and I'm fine, more than fine and no I'm not hurt.'

'Well what is then?' at this stage Sam was nervous to say the least at what Andy had to say. If it wasn't Oliver or her dad was in trouble then it was something to do with her. In all the years Sam has known Andy she has never had to pull the 'we need to talk' card.

'Look, this thing has come up quicker than what we planned and its ok if you are going to be mad, I was shocked myself but I just need to know how you feel about this.'

'Feel about what? Andy, sweetheart you're rambling so you are nervous about something. Tell me and whatever it is we will get through it together because you and I are a team.'

'I'm pregnant.' Andy blurted. Nothing like getting it out there Andy.

'Seriously?' Sam's eyes widened at the prospect of a baby inside of Andy. He moved forward so they were only a small space between then. He grabbed both of Andy's hands and spoke softly.

'I love you and I love this baby, well technically guessing by how little you are showing it is still a bunch of cells but that doesn't matter because this baby, our baby was made out of love and I couldn't be happier.' At this point Andy had tears streaming down her face as Sam had spoken with honesty and love. He pulled her into a hug and they both walked off into the sunset back to their friends, eager to know why Andy was crying.