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Chapter Four

"Hopefully Carly got better security guards than last time," Freddie muttered as they walked into the church.

"Hey, I could be an undercover security guard!" Sam said excitedly.

"You still wouldn't be an official-" Freddie started, but Sam cut him off.

"Oh, shut up Fredward," Sam finished. "Go help Gibby. There's no way he isn't scared."

"Fine," Freddie said, heading off to Gibby. "Kids, go to Grandma Puckett. I don't think she'll do anything dangerous since it's Carly's wedding."

"Yay! We can stay with the fun grandma!" Tammy shouted.

"Yeah, I'd say she's a lot more fun than Grandma Benson," Freddie laughed, and Sam playfully punched him.

"Hey, Sam!" Carly greeted as she saw her enter the room.

"Wow, you seem a little more carefree that I thought you'd be," Sam noticed.

"I brought some of my special lemonade with me!" Carly smiled. "Want some?"

"Er, I'm good, Carls." Sam said, "but thanks anyway."

"Hello, Samantha," Marissa greeted, walking into the room.

"Hi, Marissa," Sam said, attempting to sound polite.

"I assume you and my Fredward got ready at your home?" Marissa asked.

"Yes, we did. I just wish time would move faster so we can get to the cake!" Sam said.

"Is Fredward wearing anti-bacterical underwear?" Marissa questioned.

"I told you, he stopped wearing those years ago," Sam said, holding her voice back.

"Well, did he take a tick bath this morning?" Marissa inquired. Neither Sam nor Marissa noticed Spencer make an entrance.

"Frednub hasn't taken one since we started trying for a baby," Sam explained.

"Ah, yes. I remember the drama!" Marissa reminisced.

"Don't remind me." Sam said. "How much time left-" Sam was cut off by the music playing and quickly ran over to Carly.

Meanwhile, Freddie was running a comb through Gibby's hair.

"Gib, did you dry your hair after you washed it this morning?" Freddie asked.

"The soap I used said it would dry it for me!" Gibby defended.

"Gib, you know that soap that dries hair doesn't exist," Freddie moaned.

"At least the gel made it look awesome!" Gibby smiled, nodding his head.

"Looks almost as good as mine," Freddie winked. "Any pre-wedding jitters?"

"I just hope that Tasha doesn't escape the security guards," Gibby admitted.

"Relax. Carly chose much better security guards, and more of them all together. You're good," Freddie assured.

"Thanks, Fred." Gibby said.

"How many times have I told you that nobody calls me that?" Freddie groaned. "Not even my own wife!"

"So why can't I be the only person that calls you that?" Gibby shrugged.

"You'll look awkward," Freddie said.

"Being awkward is the way I roll," Gibby said in a husky voice. "It totally reels in the ladies."

"Gibby!" Freddie shouted.

Father McGarthy then reached the line "Speak now, or forever hold your peace,"

Tasha (who was surrounded by security guards), grimaced but kept silent.

"By the powers vested in me by the state of Washington, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," Father McGarthy said, and cheers and applause erupted.

"Finally," Carly whispered to Gibby after the kiss.

"They lucked out on not planning their honeymoon before the first wedding," Freddie said as Sam came down from undressing.

"Yeah, they're going to LA," Sam said.

"I knew that, Sam." Freddie said, earning him a kick from his wife. "They're gonna have to deal with a lotta traffic, and bad drivers."

"You should be glad we aren't there with her." Sam smiled.

"You're right. I don't want you getting into any more road rage fights."

"He was blocking the intersection!" Sam defended.

"I know, but you didn't have to flip him onto the cold, hard, asphalt!" Freddie said.

"You know you thought it was attractive," Sam smirked. "Don't deny it."

"I'm not saying it!" Freddie said.

"Yes you will," Sam replied. "Say it, or I'll break all of your Galaxy Wars DVD discs."

"Fine, your aggressiveness is what I love about you," Freddie conceded.

"Thank you."

"Whatever. Did you like Carly's cake?" Freddie asked, immediately regretting it.

"Did ya think that one through, Benson? Of course I liked it! I loved it!" Sam grinned.

"Yeah, well...I kinda vomited when I went to the bathroom before we left," Freddie disclosed. "I think I'm gonna be sick for a couple days, but I'll have you to take care of me."

"We'll see about that, Frednub."