A/N: I can't wait until I get to do this with my bestie someday. Oh the hilarity that will ensue.

"Stella, promise me we're going to stand together on this and not let her get something with a huge train on it."

"Promise."

"Or one of those mermaid looking ones."

"Got it."

"Or something with puffies all over it that makes her look like a pastry gone terribly wrong."

"Says the woman who bought her wedding dress second hand for twenty bucks on a 'you guys wait in the car' shopping trip."

"What?"

"You just have a lot of opinions, that's all."

"Shut up and knock, Bonasera."

Stella grinned and knocked on the door, then tried the knob. It was open and they walked in, both smirking at the bridal magazines all over Lindsay's coffee table.

"Hey!" Austin shouted. "High chair, let's get to gettin'!"

"High chair?" Lindsay asked, coming out of the bedroom with her hands on her hips. "I am not that short!"

"Face it, you're a shrimp."

"Maybe, but you and Danny have a Katie Holmes Tom Cruise thing goin' on. I am just waiting for him to jump on someone's couch."

"Screw you."

"You guys are so weird," Stella said, shaking her head.

"We know. Let's get out of here."

"Aust, I have never seen you so eager to shop before," Lindsay said, tossing her purse over her shoulder.

"I'm not anxious to shop. I am anxious to be done shopping so we can go out to dinner like you promised."

"I had to promise or you wouldn't come."

"I could put aside my aversion for all things girly to help my best friend shop for her wedding dress."

"You're a poor sentimental sap under your t-shirt and ripped jeans, aren't you?"

"That's what they keep saying. Don't believe them Lindsay," she said, grabbing Lindsay's shoulders dramatically. "Don't believe them!"

"Okay, the eight shot double mocha caramel iced lattes? You're done with them."

"But…"

"I said what I said and I am pretty sure I could get Danny to agree with me here."

"Sometimes I wish you guys hated each other."

"Don't worry, most of the time we do."

"Why do I always feel like I'm back in high school when I'm around you two?" Stella asked as they left the apartment.

"Because high school never ends," Lindsay answered seriously.

"This is going to be a very long afternoon."

Giggling, they made their way downstairs and stood on the sidewalk looking around.

"Um, we never decided how we're going to get there," Austin remarked, her hands on her hips.

"Aust, we never decided where there was."

"You guys are really lucky you keep me around," Stella muttered, pulling a piece of paper out of her pocket. "And you're lucky that I figured out how to Google."

"Dirty!"

Stella ignored the remark and unfolded the paper.

"Alright, so I searched for discount bridal shops because as much as I love you Linds, I don't want to hear your rant about spending thousands of dollars on something you'll only wear once then pitch in the back of your closet where it will turn yellow and become unwearable for your daughter provided it's still in style twenty five years from now."

"Sounds like I'm not the only one with opinions," Austin scoffed, kicking a rock down the street. "So are we hoofin' it or what?"

"I think driving is our best option. Lindsay?"

"I'll drive if you guys don't make fun of me for my really bad parallel parking skills."

"It's a deal."

"Lindsay, no. Put it back on the rack. That's a good girl. Too much tulle."

"I know that. I was thinking I could alter it. Take some tulle out and… you're shaking your head. Stell, why is she shaking her head?"

"Because she still thinks you should get that one at the last store."

"The one my boobs were about to fall out of? Yeah right."

"Your butt looked great in it!"

"Aust, no one would be looking at my butt in that thing. Believe me. I never even knew these things could do that."

"Okay, maybe not something quite so revealing, but a similar style."

"And you have to pick shoes," Stella reminded her, looking through a few dresses. "They can make or break the look you know."

"Yes, thank you Stacy London for that free What Not To Wear advice."

"I'm serious. You have to choose."

"I think once I find the dress I'll decide on the shoes. But just don't let me forget that at the end of the day it's not going to matter what I wore."

"Ew, stop getting your twitterpatedness all over me!"

"Austin, pretend you're a girl for just a little bit longer and I'll give you a cookie."

"You know I love you right?"

"Yeah," she said with a shrug, pulling another dress off the rack. "Oh… my… what the slut?"

"Ew, that's like a hooker dress!" Austin said with a giggle.

"Then why is it white?" Stella asked, inspecting the garment. "Why are there so many straps on this thing? Why kind of bridal shop is this?"

"I don't know, but I am sending a picture of this to Adam."

"You're mean, Lindsay."

She just smiled and sent the picture, then put the dress back on the rack. A few moments later her phone beeped.

"He says "Okay but only if I can be Richard Gere." That is the man I am marrying ladies."

"Hey, at least he sets boundaries right?"

"Sure. What do you guys think about this one?"

She held the dress out for them to inspect and they both looked it over before shaking their heads.

"It just doesn't seem like you, Linds."

"I know," she said, placing the dress back on the rack and sighing. "I'm burnt out. Let's just quit for today."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'll find it, but if I keep looking right now I'm going to start thinking that I'll never find it, and then I'll become one of those bridezillas and you'll both hate me."

"Alright. Can we go check out that antique store around the corner? I saw a desk in the window that looked interesting."

They made their way outside and down the street to the antique store. It was small and filled with all sorts of things from furniture to books to clothes to china. They wandered around for a long time looking at all the displays. Stella was busy scrutinizing a roll-top desk and Austin was admiring the collection of candy jars when they heard a quiet "hey guys" from behind them. They turned around and found Lindsay in a white dress, her face one of reserved excitement. The dress had capped sleeves and a cinched waist, and it hit her mid-calf. There was a layer of thin lace over the skirt, which fanned out just enough to make it formal, but not enough to make it fancy. It was definitely 50's style and it took no imagination to picture her coming down the aisle in it.

"You found it," Stella remarked with a grin.

"Think so?"

"Forget all the tulle and the beading and the trains. This right here is the dress for our Montana girl," Austin agreed with a nod.

"Are you guys sure?"

"Very sure. Does it feel right to you?"

She bit her lip and walked over to the old dusty mirror that stood in the corner.

"It feels perfect," she said finally.

"Yes! Now go change and buy that thing so we can go to dinner!"

"Austin, you're such a guy," Lindsay said, shaking her head as she headed back into the dressing room.

"Thank you!"

"So what's it look like?" Adam asked.

"A dress," Lindsay replied, licking the ice-cream off her spoon.

"What kind of dress?"

"A wedding one."

"Linds…"

"What? You can't know about the dress," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Why not? I thought I just couldn't see you in it."

"No, you can't know about it. Get it in your head that I'm wearing a burlap sack and this will be easier for everyone."

"Fine, I'm not going to tell you what I'm wearing."

"Honey, we already picked that out."

"Fine. I won't tell you what I'm wearing underneath."

She chuckled and her face flushed.

"Yeah, we'll just wait for that day and see how long you can keep it a secret."

"You don't play fair, babe."

"I'm just using some good old fashioned logic here."

"You're trouble, little lady."

"You love me anyway."

"Yeah, but I have issues."

"Well you and your issues should get back to work."

"Very well, but I'm coming over in the morning."

"You won't find the dress. It's at Stella's."

"Why?"

"Because you'll snoop."

"You know me well."

"Get back to work. I'll see you later."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

She hung up the phone and placed it on the table next to the empty ice-cream carton.

"He's really into finding out what the dress is like," Stella noted, tapping her spoon against her knee.

"Yeah," Austin agreed. "Sure he's not gay?"

Lindsay rolled her eyes and hit Austin with a pillow.

"Did you guys pick a date yet?" Austin asked, grabbing the pillow and tossing it across the room.

"Yeah. October thirteenth. We thought about the sixth, but we liked the sound of the thirteenth better."

"And still in Montana?"

"Yeah. We thought about Phoenix because it would be warmer, but if his dad finds out he's getting married, it's not totally outside the realm of possibility that he would show up. So we figured Montana is the best bet. Besides, there's this little white church that I've always liked and the weather should be good and it all just makes sense."

"So you're going with a country theme. Tell me, is Adam going to wear one of those tie things and a cowboy hat?"

"No."

"You can't blame me for asking."

"Guess not."

"Guys, I've gotta go," Stella said, rolling out of he chair and standing up.

"Oh come on Stell!" Austin said. "Stay for longer."

"I would but I have court in the morning."

"Pfft. Responsibility."

"I know, it's totally overrated."

"Thanks for coming, Stell."

"You're welcome. Let me know if you need help with anything, okay?"

"I will."

Stella slipped out the door and Austin sighed, leaning against the couch.

"I worry about her," she confessed. Lindsay nodded.

"I know. I don't think she'd tell us if she wasn't okay. I think she'd only tell Mac. And I love the man, but I don't think he's listening."

"Maybe if he wasn't still in London."

"Maybe. He'll be back soon and maybe everything will be better. I think she just sees all of us… I don't know, falling in love and she's still scared because of what happened with Frankie."

"Maybe."

"But as she's told me, she's a big girl and she'll be fine."

"Yeah."

They were quiet for a while.

"Hey Linds?"

"Yeah?"

"You're happy right?"

"Happier than I've ever been."

"Good. It is my job to ask though."

"I appreciate it."

"Where are you guys going to live? Here or at his place?"

"We're looking for something better. We only need the one bedroom for now, but we might get something bigger."

"Oh really?"

"Well, you never know," she said with a shrug and a smile. Austin giggled and crushed her with a hug.

"You'd make a great mom. Really."

"Thanks. Have you guys thought about it?"

Austin sighed and looked down at her hands.

"We've talked. I'm not ready yet and Danny says he is, but he's not either. Maybe someday, but not for a while."

Lindsay nodded and rested her chin on her knees.

"Life. Sigh."

"I hear that. Hey, is this going to be a long wedding?"

"No way. Fifteen minutes tops. Probably less."

"Are you writing your own vows?"

"Gross. No way."

"Good. Those are always so sappy."

"Well not always. It's just so not us."

"I'm really happy for you. And even if I have to go to Montana, I can't wait for this wedding."

"Me neither. Is Danny working tonight?"

"Yeah. So I'm not going to be able to sleep without him, so I can crash here, right?"

"Always. You can sleep in the fetus chair."

"Excuse me, what?" Austin asked.

"The papisan chair. Because you curl up like a fetus when you sit in it. Don't ask."

"I won't."

They giggled and Lindsay stood from the couch to get some blankets. Tossing one at Austin, she settled herself into the couch and turned down the volume on the TV.

"Hey Linds, even when we're both old and married promise me we can sometimes ditch the boys and just be us for a while."

"I think our mental stability will depend on it."

"Probably. Night Linds. Love you with my guts."

"Love you with my guts too."

Lindsay burrowed into the blankets and grabbed her phone again, checking the screen to make sure she hadn't missed a call, as was her nighttime ritual. There wasn't anything on there, but she texted Adam anyway.

How many days? I love you.

122. I love you too.

Smiling, she set the phone back on the table and closed her eyes, falling into a happy and peaceful sleep.