Hey guys! I am so completely exhausted. Yesterday, I was at a volleyball tournament all day, and today I have the final swim meet. I mean it feels good to participate in teams and such but at the same time it's so hard. Especially since I am a middle hitter. I am probably going to be dead by the end of the week. Also, I don't know if I'm happy with this one. I don't know. I guess I just don't know how to create the perfect wedding. So I don't know. Tell me what you think. I worked really hard on this. It took me a very long time. Thank you for reading,

-Aislin

Wedding Bells Part 2:

"I want to drive," Happy demanded.

"You can't drive," Paige denied.

"Why not?" Happy scoffed. "I will get us there quickly and efficiently."

"You will kill me, and my child," Paige retorted. "Look, Happy, you are not a perfect driver at the best of times, and, if you die, I know alot of people who would kill me. I do not want to die today."

Happy rolled her eyes, and moved into the passenger's seat. Ralph hopped into the back. He had been bored all day. As much as he was thrilled for Happy and Toby, he didn't find weddings interesting.

"Are we going to the wedding now?" Ralph asked.

"Yes, and once we get there you can run off and play with Walter," Paige guaranteed.

"Finally," Ralph sighed.

"You know they don't play," Happy corrected. "They do math, and they work. They discuss complex concepts, but they do not play."

"It's genius playtime," Paige shrugged. She pulled out of the garage.

"I swear to God, Dineen, if you drive the speed limit I am going to shoot myself before we even get to this wedding," Happy complained

"There are no guns in this car," Paige kept her eyes on the road.

"Sadly for me."

"You ready?" Her father asked. They had gotten closer throughout the year. Their relationship wasn't perfect. She had issues letting him in, but, now that he was back in her life, she wanted to have him walk her down that aisle.

"Who would've thought you'd have to give me a way twice in a lifetime?" She joked.

"That isn't funny, Happy," he chastised. "Such an important day," He sighed. "Are you ready?"

"I guess," She tugged at her dress.

"Are you nervous?" He asked.

"No," She dismissed.

"Of course you aren't," He laughed.

"I'm not afraid to get married," She stated.

"Then what are you worried about," He pressed.

"I don't want people judging me. I just don't like it," She looked at the ground. "And I don't know. I don't like having all eyes on me."

"You have nothing to be nervous about then," Patrick replied. "No one is going to judge you. Anyone one who is coming has probably already judged you. You're past judgement by now."

"That's very logical, and surprisingly reassuring," She chuckled. "Let's go then," She grabbed his arm and started to walk.

He was starting to worry she would back out. He knew it wasn't like her to go against something she had agreed to, but he always was a worrier. She never seemed to worry about anything, so he worried twice as much. It was an important factor in their staying alive.

Anyway, Happy wasn't that mean. She wouldn't be cruel enough to leave him at the alter. I mean yeah she was mean, and yeah she loved seeing him suffer. Once she had even- Oh crap what if she actually leaves me at the altar, He thought.

He was starting to freak out when the music started playing. Paige and Walter walked in together, the maid of honor and the best man. Toby had agreed to forgo the flower girl. Happy was against them. He knew if he waited one minute Happy would be coming.

When she finally entered the room, Toby was completely awestruck. This, of course, was normal for him. Everything Happy saide, everything she wore, and just everything she did in general amazed him. She was never ordinary in his eyes, not ever. But today she was especially wow.

The dress was a little shocking. He hadn't known what to expect out of it. He knew Happy hated dresses, but she also wouldn't buy something she didn't like. It had puzzled him for months how Paige had found her a dress so quickly, but now he could see it. The dress was just like her. It was intense and intimidating, but it was also charming and beautiful. It was perfect. Though, to be perfectly honest, he would be just as speechless had she word a cardboard box to their wedding.

When she finally reached him, the wedding officiant started to talk, but Toby wasn't really listening. He just got lost in the moment. The only words he needed to here were 'I do'.

"I am already regretting this decision," Happy complained.

"I don't believe that," Toby dismissed.

"Why not? For all you know I could be planning to get a divorce right now," She teased.

"I'm a shrink, remember?" Toby reminded her. "Also your head is on my shoulder. You aren't thinking about getting a divorce."

"You don't know that. This could all be an elaborate ruse to break you," She laughed.

"Even you wouldn't go this far to be mean to me," He chuckled back. "Happy Quinn-Curtis," He sighed, "I like it."

"I like it too," she seconded.

"This has hands down been the best day of my entire life," Toby declared.

"Doc, you say that every time we move forward in this," Happy frowned.

"Well, I mean it every time. Every single moment with you is tied for being the greatest moment of my life," He informed her.

"That's cheesy," She stated.

"It's still true," He laughed. "We're nearly at the airport."

"I know."

"I love you," he reminded her.

"I know," She smirked.

"You're mean."

"You know you love it."

"I do."