it's about time

[Rachel Marie Davreaux]

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R achel Marie Evans, never got scared. She never got nervous. She was never at a lost for words. And if she could help it, she was never in lack of control. In the last few months though, all of that had changed. She was in a constant state of worry. She had no clue what she was about to say in the next few moments to the love of her life and she was most definitely not in control of the situation. If Rachel were in control of the situation, she would not be five months pregnant on her wedding day. If she were in control, she wouldn't be worried about what her father was going to or what any of her family was going to do. If she were in control Victor would be sitting there in a satin fuchsia bridesmaid dress waiting for her to come down on Nate's arm. However none of it was true and Rachel felt like she was going to be sick. Wouldn't that just be lovely? Morning sickness on the day of your wedding when you're already zipped into your dress.

S itting in front of the mirror Rachel tried to calm herself down. She wasn't supposed to be stress. Stress was bad for the baby. Knowing that coupled with the knowledge that if she wasn't careful complications could result, only made things worse for her. Nate was going to be there soon and suddenly, she felt like she couldn't do this. She had heard of people getting cold feet, but why now? It was different then what she assumed actual cold feet was like. She just knew that she was meant to be with Jean. There were too many things that had happened between the two that the two just had to be meant for one another. It was the fact that she was going to have to stand up in front of everyone and say her own vows to the man she loved. Rachel felt like her words were rubbish when it was just her and Jean. Now she had to worry about what every single last guest was going to say about them. Every time she had sat down to write out what she wanted to say, it never seemed right. She had filled trash can underneath the desk with so many rough drafts of vows each one worthless for some reason or another.

T he knock at the door had scared Rachel at first. She had been getting ready in the house on the grounds where the wedding was happening. The old house had amazing gardens and a hint of a view to the ocean. In other words it was perfect. Rachel opened the door for her brother, and as soon as soon as she was Nate was inside, Rachel hugged him. "Nate I'm so nervous. What if I trip and fall walking to the alter? What if I get a huge case of stage fright and I can't say anything when it's my turn to say my vows? What if I get morning sickness in the middle of all this?" Rachel could have continued on with a list of what ifs that would spell disaster for her wedding. She had to remember what the doctor said and that was to stay calm as much as possible and avoid as most stress as possible. Rachel pulled back to look at her older brother who had been there for her entire life. He always acted like he had all the answers. It would be a good time for him to come up with one now. "It's your only sister's wedding and you couldn't bother to shave?" Rachel laughed at her own words. Like she really cared if he shaved or not. He looked older now.

W hen Nate had left for med school, Rachel thought it was going to be easy with him gone. She hadn't expected to miss him as much as she did. Nate had been with her for her entire life, and then he was suddenly gone. It was hard and she had been so happy to see him despite the fact that there was that fight. Something wasn't right, or maybe Rachel was just over analyzing everything like she always did. She was just happy that he was here for her wedding. "Thank you for coming back," Rachel said to him. The two of them could fight like cats and dogs, but the truth was Rachel cared for Nate more then anyone else in her family. The laws of siblings however, dictated that they had to annoy the hell out of one another and act like they didn't. "It's time isn't it?" Rachel asked him. "I mean why else would come up?" Rachel refused that he had come up because there was some sort of problem. There was no way there was a problem. So many different people promised her that there wasn't going to be any issues. "So any last parting words of wisdom before you give me away?"

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S tatus: complete
T agged: Nate, Jean, and whomever else is attending
O utfit: here
N otes: i always cry at fictional weddings
C redit: Megan banner (c) willmeta at caution
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

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[Nathaniel Phillip Evans]

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NO MATTER HOW MUCH he made fun of Rachel for getting married, or how many times he told her he didn't approve or that she was too young, the fact of the matter was that Nate couldn't be more proud of his sister and excited for her today. He didn't even hold it against her that she had dragged him shopping for her wedding dress. Much. It was easier today for him to forget the past few months and the toll they'd taken on him. Today he was more his old self, the person he was before he left Walten, than he had been in a long while. And he was grateful for that. More than anything he had been worried that he wouldn't be able to be there for his sister the way he wanted to be if he couldn't manage to get out of his head. He'd spent most of the morning with Jean; except for driving Rachel from his place to the estate he hadn't seen her at all. He planned on going over to where she was getting ready a bit earlier than he needed to, though. He wanted to spend a little time with her before the ceremony, he had something to give her before hand. It was easy to tell as it was getting closer to time, Jean got more and more jittery as the hours moved closer. Finally both men were ready and all that was left to do was wait, a perfect time to visit Rachel since he wasn't sure he could answer "How much longer?" one more time.

CHECKING HIS JACKET POCKET for the item he'd been carrying around all day, he made his way down the hall to where he'd left Rachel to get ready that morning. He knocked on the door and he could hear her startled gasp from the other side of the door. He smirked to himself, leave it to his sister to pick today to develop a proper set of nerves. He had hardly stepped through the door before he was wrapping his arms around her in a comforting hug. A deep chuckle shook inside his chest as her worries poured from her mouth. This girl he was hugging was someone Nate was sure no one but he - and probably Jean - had ever seen. He was positive if you asked Michael Jr. or Alex that they would say their sister never got nervous but Nate knew it just took the right combination of circumstances. And he also knew that her nerves almost always centered around Jean. "Jeez, Rach, take a breathe," he advised with a grin obvious in his voice. "Please. Like I would let you fall. I have excellent balance and you're not exactly hard to hold up. You haven't ever gotten stage fright of any kind so I don't see that being a problem. And ... as for morning sickness ..." He unwrapped one arm to pull a sleeve of saltines out of his pocket. "... I come prepared."

"SORRY. I'LL MAKE SURE I'm better groomed for your next one," he said as she pulled away. He didn't let her get far, wrapping one arm around her neck like he'd done since they were kids. He was careful not to mess up her hair or her dress; she'd never forgive him if he ruined even the smallest detail. Even he couldn't have predicted how much he'd miss a simple gesture like this when he'd left Walten to go to medical school. He and Rachel had never been apart for as long as they had been this last time and he knew they had both been surprised by how hard it had turned out to be. Coming back to town for her wedding had never been something he'd debated. You would have to kill him to get him to miss this day. "You couldn't pay me to stay away," he answered, his voice serious. It was rare that he let go of his carefree sarcasm but this was one of those occasions.

AS HE SPOKE AGAIN, he was reaching into his jacket to pull out an envelope, the first of the two things he had to give to his sister. "Actually, I came up early. I've got something for you. Well, technically I'm just the messenger for this one." He held up the envelope illustratively as he finished his sentence and then held it out to her. "Mom made me promise to hold onto that for you. I guess she knew I'd be the one in here with you just before you walked down that aisle." He'd never told anyone about this letter, he'd just kept it tucked away in the back of a box that his mom had given him for his tenth birthday. He kept everything important to him in there and it was the safest place for the letter. After he'd handed her the letter, he let his arm slip from around her shoulders and he took a few steps across the room, leaning on a wall a bit out of the way so she could read the contents in some semblance of privacy. He'd never read the letter, though his mother hadn't sealed it. He was sure if Rachel wanted him to know what it contained, she'd share it with him later.

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STATUS: complete
TAGGED: Rachel, Jean, Guests
CLOTHES: click here
NOTES: HERE'S THE LETTER!
CREDIT: coding inspiration from Marv
LYRICS: My Wish by Rascal Flatts

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[Rachel Marie Davreaux]

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R achel couldn't help but be calmed by her brother's words. This was one of those rare instances that she could agree with him and admit that he was right. Nate would never let her fall. He hadn't let her fall at all in the past twenty three years. It would be horrible timing if he decided to drop the ball now. Seeing the Saltines come out of hiding in Nate's pocket was comforting. Here was Nate, a man who had seemingly been unprepared for almost everything, and here he was thinking of absolutely everything. "Nate, you're amazing," Rachel said as took the sleeve of Saltines. She wasn't sure if the crackers would calm the butterflies in her stomach or if they were going to make the saltines come right back up. Maybe eating the Saltines was a bad idea. Rachel decided that maybe it was best to just hold off on the crackers for now.

T here was just something incredibly reassuring about having her brother back. Rachel could feel her nerves slowly floating away by the second. If all she needed was Nate not to be nervous, then she should have asked him to come home sooner. Maybe telling everyone about the whole having a baby and getting married thing would have been easier with him there. However, Rachel wasn't a littel girl anymore. She was twenty three years old and she was about to become a wife. Sending her big brother to fight her battles for her was no longer an option. She was going to have to sart doing them for herself. "I thought you said that you were only giving me away once," Rachel said to Nate when he told her he would be better groomed for her next wedding. Choosing the wedding location had been hell. The mere thought of having a destination wedding was just ludicrous with the amount of international family members. Instead they just flew them all in and put them all up in hotels instead. Nobody could get offended and Nate only had to give her away once.

T he serious tone in her brother's voice, did not go unnoticed by the blushing bride. Serious was just something Nate didn't do very often. To hear him say those words with that tone meant more to Rachel then the Saltines or the reassurance that he would not let her fall on her way to the alter. "That goes for me too no matter where or when it is," Rachel told him. The tone between them was incredibly serious for her. She just wasn't used to this coming from him. The fact that he wasn't goofing off right now, meant a lot to her. She was pretty sure that she might have blown a gasket if he wasn't taking at least one thing seriously. "Well I will be here assuming that there's someone out there that can get Nate the Great to settle down." It was going to take one hell of a woman to tie down Nate and Rachel wondered what such a woman would be like. Rachel remembered when Jean told her that her father was glad that she had found a man that hadn't gone running for the hills. Rachel sort of felt like that's what Nate needed though, someone to run with him.

Early? He was early? Rachel still had so much time left to wait? She had finally preparred herself for what was to come next and here Nate was telling her that he was early. This had better be one hell of a message. "SO I'm not allowed to shoot you? That's no fun," Rachel said before she found out who the message was from. It was from their mother? She took the envelope from her brother and took out the pretty stationary and began to read her mothers familiar and elegant script. It really was from their mother and the words that were in the letter were the best medicine for the case of nerves that she was experiencing. It was like they had never existed in the first place. Rachel could feel the tears in her eyes as she finished the letter and she was praying that she wasn't going to mess up her make up. She was so hoping that she wasn't going to cry. Rachel wasn't a crier unless it was something incredibly important. She didn't get over emotional and she was blaming this one particular case of abundant emotion on the hormones that were wreaking havoc on her nerves.

R achel set the letter with the rest of her things and she walked back to her brother. "Are you ready for this?" Rachel asked her brother. She felt calmer then she had before. The butterflies were completely gone from her stomach. She felt like she could do anything now so long as she didn't think about what she was going to say. Her mother had never failed her before when it came to advice. So if her mother said that everything was going to disappear as soon as she saw Jean, then she believed it. She always did so much better when she was thinking solely of Jean. She could handle this. "Nate, I . . " Rachel didn't know how to say the words. When Nate walked her to Jean, things would change. It wouldn't be Nate and Rachel anymore. It would be Jean and Rachel. This day was inevitable, but it didn't mean that it came any less quickly. "No matter what you'll still always be my favorite brother. Even if you insist on showing up late to everything." The words sounded lame, but Rachel didn't know how else to say that even though she was technically leaving the family to marry Jean, that she would always still be there for him no matter what. No questions asked.

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S tatus: complete
T agged: Nate, Jean, and whomever else is attending
O utfit: here
N otes: i always cry at fictional weddings
C redit: Megan banner (c) willmeta at caution
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

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[Nathaniel Phillip Evans]

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DESPITE HEARING ALL ABOUT the wedding plans, seeing the dress on her before, and knowing that this day was coming - Nate didn't realize how unprepared he was. Not until he walked into the room and saw Rachel there, dressed and ready. She looked beautiful and for a second he almost couldn't believe that this was his rough and ready, rebellious sister. If he had had any doubts about being able to keep his head for her today, they were put down once and for all seeing her there. Not to mention seeing her nervous. He strove to keep a bit of his careless sarcasm on the surface, though, if for no other reason than to be a constant for her to hold on to. "Those crackers come with a disclaimer," he said with shrug. "I don't want you puking all over me walking down that aisle. This tux was expensive," he added jokingly, winking at her with a smirk.

HE COULDN'T HELP BUT laugh as she pointed out that he would only be walking her down the aisle once. "Once for this wedding," he clarified. "Once per guy. That's the quota." He would joke about it probably for their whole lives, the idea of a Rachel without a Jean. But he knew that this was it. This wedding, in his mind anyway, was just a formality. After all, Rachel and Jean might as well have been married since they were all in high school. The wedding was just to please their relatives, satisfy the white wedding fantasy and - personally for Nate - take away all his illusions that his baby sister was still the baby. He wouldn't be able to justify in his head that she was all innocent and inexperienced anymore. Of course, her telling him she was pregnant hadn't even made him stop believing that so he wasn't entirely sure that the wedding would do that. But it would certainly mean he'd have to get more creative in his arguments.

AS THE TONE BETWEEN brother and sister got serious, Nate found it a bit harder to keep the smile on his face. Of course, it didn't help that her words were hitting so close to home all of a sudden. Not that she had any idea, though. Which was part of the problem. He was pretty sure that except for the details of her life with Jean - which he had no desire to know - they had never kept anything from one another. It was weird that she didn't know how true her words were. He forced the serious smile to stay on his lips though. "Thanks for that but I doubt that woman exists," he said with what he hoped wasn't a hollow chuckle. "At least not in just one person," he went on, filling out the joke he didn't really feel like making.

HE COULD PRACTICALLY SEE the shock on her face as he said he was early and he couldn't help but shoot her a look that clearly said 'Don't be so shocked, it's been known to happen.' And it had. Granted, it wasn't often and she shouldn't get used to it but when it was something important, say like her wedding, of course he would be there. "You might have fun in the moment but you'd miss me once I was gone," he answered smugly when she whined about not being able to shoot him. "Besides, you're going to like this message," he added with a genuine smile as he pulled out the envelope. He watched her from where he was sitting as she read and he wasn't surprised to see her eyes watering a bit. As much as he tried, he knew that no one but his mother knew what Rachel really needed to hear right now and he was just now truly grateful that his mother had thought ahead like she had to write this.

HE STOOD FROM HIS seat as she set the letter down on her table and met her in the middle of the room after she started walking towards him. He reached over to the table they were near, pulling a tissue out of the box that sat there and handing it to her. "Aren't I supposed to be asking you that," he asked, answering her question with a question of his own. He could tell, though, that the letter had done the trick. She already seemed calmer and he knew that she knew it was going to be fine. The smile that slipped onto his face at her words was small and soft and he grabbed her hand, threading it through his arm. "I know, kid," he said, his words light but the tone of his voice serious. He heard the music for the ceremony pick up on the other side of the door and he looked down at her next to him. "That's our cue," he said with a wink as they headed for the door.

THEY WALKED TO THE door of the house that lead outside and through the glass of the door they got the first glance of the wedding that was waiting for them. The seats were filled and at the end of the blue runner lying on the glass, Jean was standing, talking to the priest. He paused at the door and grinned down at her. "Sure you don't want to back out? I mean, he's really the best you can do?" he asked jokingly, his hand already opening the door. As soon as they stepped out the door, the music she'd chosen to walk to began. Everyone stood as the music changed and Jean snapped to attention, looking back at Rachel. It was a second long eternity before they reached the trellis Jean was waiting under. He and Rachel paused just in front of the priest and Jean and Nate turned to look at her. "Love you, Rach," he said, kissing her forehead. "You look beautiful. Mom would be proud." He took her hand then and held it over to Jean just like the tradition instructed. "Take care of her, Jean," he said to his friend, his voice probably more serious now than it ever had been talking to Jean. Then with a last grin to them both he walked to his seat on the aisle in the front row.

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STATUS: complete
TAGGED: Rachel, Jean, Guests
CLOTHES: click here
NOTES: Nate's getting all choked up
CREDIT: coding inspiration from Marv
LYRICS: My Wish by Rascal Flatts

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[Jean Nathaniel Davreaux]

Jean must have re-adjusted his tie about 19 times before he actually felt like it was right. He wondered if Rachel was nervous and he really hated the idea of it being bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony. He was so anxious to talk to her. She always had an affect on him with her words and he knew that she might be in the same sort of jittery mood as he. Part of him wanted to sneak over to her room..but he had a whole room of men getting ready that were in some way keeping an eye on him. It felt very odd for Jean to have his father in the room with one of his party. Oddly enough..well not a big surprise..Jean and Rachel did things a little back-wards. Instead of a best man..Rachel had the male party while Jean had the brides maids. Walking over to the window he stared outside of it and thought about everything he and Rachel went through together. The first time they kissed..the second time they kissed...the silent movie nights and the forbidden sleep overs..the first time she told him that she loved him and vice versa. Rachel made him better in so many ways and he owed everything to her. Jean felt a hand on his back and as he looked to the side of him...he saw his father. Although the two men did not exchange words at that moment, Jean felt a soothing calm from his father that he had never experienced before. It was as if he could read his fathers eyes, the same eyes that were often to vacant of emotion that it drove Jean crazy. The both gave each other a rather warm nod and Jean knew that his father despite his actions...was proud of him. The wave of emotions crashed around Jean's heart and brought tears to his eyes no matter how much he fought against them. He didn't know how much it really meant to him that he had the blessing from his father to get married...until he finally received its silent reassurance. With a big inhale, Jean placed his hand on his fathers shoulder as well. "Thanks dad" Jean said with a rather raspy voice, he didn't want to get choked up nor make it uncomfortable for the others in the room that had went just as silent as Mr. Davreaux. "I'm......I'm happy for you son and for Rachel. You've made your mum and I proud. Taking responsibility and initiative in your life. I'll have to give my thanks to Rachel some day as well." Jean bit his lower lip at his fathers words and knew that they were difficult for him to say with all the pride he carries. With that, his father went out of the room. It was possibly the nicest conversation Jean ever had with his father. It almost made him want to run to his siblings and mother to tell them that he didn't have a heart of ice like they all thought...especially to Rachel. He said her name twice and there wasn't a hint of dislike in his voice. It was like a weight that had been lifted off of him. Finally the guys in the room had went back to what they were doing and now he had his chance as he saw Nate leave the room as well. Jean slipped out, but in the hallway he collided with the brides maids. One of them was his cousin Cheryl, the other was a friends of Rachel's and his best mate that came all the way from London..Lily. Jean let a sigh out as they all placed their hands out in a barricade motion. "Oh go on then...are you seriously not going to let me anywhere near her room?" Jean said shaking his head with a smile playing across his face. "There's no way you are going to sneak a peak you slick git. Doesn't matta anyways her brothers just gone in. Thought we'd give them some space to talk...the poor dear is as nervous as a house cat caught in oncoming traffic."

[/color] Jean let out an uneasy laugh as she looked down toward the end of the hallway where Rachel was. He couldn't very well just interrupt Nate and Rachel's time at the moment. Part of him knew that Nate being with her meant a lot...so Jean just heaved a sigh and surrendered. Lily always could get him to do something he didn't want to do.

The ladies all gave Jean a group hug and told them how proud they were....and that he sure took his time. Lily even went as far to say that she had to do some money collecting after the wedding...because she bet quite a few school mates that Jean and Rachel would get married some day. Turning his back on the door he nodded his head and started to turn toward the buzzing crowd of people waiting. He waited until they told him that he could move forward. His younger adopted cousin Marnie wanted to walk down the isle with him. So for a moment he walked down very slow and traditional like with the little flower girl. The eyes of everyone around him made the jitters start up again in his gut, just toward the middle..Jean's mother stood up and asked Marnie if she could 'cut in'. Looking down at his mothers face, he smiled to see how beautiful she looked today and especially so proud that she was beaming. Jean's posture was straighter then it had ever been and he felt as though today was the day he was an actual man. It was exactly how scary he thought it would be to grow up...but knowing that his wife was going to be joining him along the ride made everything a lot sweeter. Jean gave his mother a kiss on both cheeks and she did the same as she took a seat in the front row. There were flashes going off left and right....and Jean took this time to make eye contact with a few people that were close to his heart. Wendy looked as though she was going to start crying already, Michael had the same sort of bad boy smirk Jean once had....but in his eyes was a sort of 'good job'. When the music started to play...Jean placed his hands at his sides. Pair after, after pair...was starting to make him nervous. He started going through his mind and noticed that everything was as it should be. As soon as he would see Rachel all of his worries would melt and he knew it. Jean held his breath unconsciously until everyone had lined up and the traditional wedding song began to play. In a second his eyes flickered over his beautiful bride and it was only now that he knew why grooms always ended up crying at their wedding.

Tears began to form in his eyes as she took the walk down with her brother. He thought about how Rachel's mother must be looking over them right now...Jean finally remembered to take a breath that came into his chest in a shaky way. He never pegged himself for the emotional sort but right about now...he was. Rachel was so beautiful...he couldn't take her eyes off of her and the crowd around them blurred into the back ground. Jean ran a hand over his face before a tear could roll down his cheek, as his hand went over his mouth...he broke out into a grin as she grew closer..with a subtle shake of his head. This was more then just Jean and Rachel..with the baby..they were doing this together and he would soon have a family of his own with Raine. She just looked so damn beautiful and the step they were taking together was the final one...he just couldn't believe how far they had come. Jean spoke to the priest without even feeling his mind come up with the words. Is she not the most radiant bride you've ever seen father. The priest nodded and looked from Rachel to Jean..seeing how the two genuinely were in love with each other. He watched as Nate gave Rachel a small kiss on her forehead and it warmed him from within. He'd never seen the emotional side of Nate before...it wasn't a shocker..Jean always knew that Nate cared very much for Rachel. Jean took Rachel's hands into his own, as he looked Nate in the eye. "I will..." Jean said in an even tone. The two smiled at each other and just as Nate was going to sit down..Jean spoke up. "Hey mate..you're our best man. You get to stand up here beside us." The brides maids were lined up behind Rachel and the men were lined up behind Jean...only one place was vacant and that was Nate's spot. It just wouldn't be Rachel and Jean's wedding if something a little funny wasn't said. Jean took Rachel's hands and pulled them up to his lips, kissing the backs of them. "You breath taking" Jean whispered to Rachel as he looked into her crystal blue eyes. He heard the priest begin his speach and couldn't help but feel the happiest he'd ever felt..he was so in love with Rachel it was hard to imagine that it wasn't fate that brought them together.

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TAGGED: Rachel..Nate..guests
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[Rachel Marie Davreaux]

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T he music had caused Rachel to get nervous just a little bit. She wasn't nearly as nervous as she been before when she was getting ready. She had expected to be a wreck then and she half expected to be a wreck as she was walking down the isle. That was no the case after she had read the letter from their mother. It was just a little odd to be reading her mothers words of encouragement and pride. Rachel had Nate though, and so long as she had him, she was going to be ok until she got to the alter. Rachel looked at his suit. He wasn't kidding when he said that it ws an expensive suit. Leave it to Nate to buy a tux when he didn't need to. "Is that Dolce?" Rachel asked touching the lapel on his Jacket. "You are taking this Human Torch thing way to seriously." Rachel loved how they were like the Fantastic Four. It had all started as a joke, but it kind of really was true. Her brothers really were like the Thing and Johnny Storm and then of course since Raine was the only girl, she had to be the Invisible Woman which meant that Jean had to be Mr. Fantastic by default because there was just no one left. Even if Jean wanted to be a pirate, he had no choice now that he was marrying her. He would forever be Mr. Fantastic in their world. "Nate, if you're not going to let me marry Jean, then who else is it going to be?" It was sad that this day came so fast for the two of them, but it had and now they had to deal with it. She was ending the only life she had ever known to start a totally different one.

A delaide had been completely right. It wasn't like Rachel expected anything less. Her mother had been right about everything. Hell she even thought that her mother knew just who she was going to be meeting at the end of the aisle. Even though Jean's name was not mentioned once in the entire letter, there was just a tone to it that let Rachel know that her mother knew. As soon as Rachel took that first step everything seemed to vanish. The music was put on mute. The eyes that were on her didn't exist anymore. The priest even seemed to vanish under an invisbility cloak as Nate walked her to Jean. She was so completely wrapped in the moment. When Nate placed her hand in Jean's she almost wished that he would keep it there. That way she didn't feel like she was losing one for the other. She wanted to have her cake and eat it too, but she knew that she couldn't. Nate took his seat and Rachel handed the boquet to the nearest bridesmaid, all dressed in blue. She turned to face Jean, but her attention was directed back towards her brother as Jean told him to come stand up with them. "I didn't pick sides with you two when you were dating. Do you think that's going to change now that you're getting married?" Rachel laughed at her brother's remark. Their wedding be theirs if there wasn't some funny comment from the peanut gallery. Turning back to Jean, Rachel could feel how much she missed him. Feeling his lips on her hands, made her wish she could just skip this whole thing and kiss him. They had been living together for the past four years. She hadnt' gone a day without seeing him. Then there was that stupid tradition that said that she had to be away from him the day before the wedding. Some stupid supersition about luck. The two of them didn't need luck. They made their own luck.

T he priest began his speech and she realized that she was going to have to speak soon. She couldn't avoid this part. She wondered what the hell she was on when she agreed to writing her own vows for Jean. She should have said no, and then surprised them with her own vows when they were behind closed doors or something. Her nerves were coming back up again and she thought that she was going to start shaking but just looking at Jean made it all go away. She held onto his hands a little tighter to help her feel like she wasn't going to fall down. She swallowed hard as the priest said that the couple had chosen to write their own vows. Rachel was pretty sure that she got tricked into it because of someone's smooth accent and sexy brown eyes. "I think it's already been established on more than one occassion that my skill with the English language pales in comparison to yours, but here goes nothing. On this day for the first seven years that I knew you, I would say that I liked you, kiss you on the cheak and run as you chased me around the play ground until you caught me. On this day for the past five years, I told you that I loved you and you still chased me around until you caught me. So now, here we go again. I'm in love with you, Jean Davreaux, now, forever, and even after that."

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[Jean Nathaniel Davreaux]

Jean and the rest if the crowd broke out into a whispering laughter that buzzed through the place at Nate's words. His nerves seemed to be spiking at certain points and then calming as he looked at his bride to be. Both of their hands were a tad bit clamy...but Jean didn't mind as long as she didn't mind either. He also thought it was kind of funny that the priest was looking at them like he should get a move on with his words before they both kissed each other before they even said 'I do' which Jean felt like he just might. Then again...the in laws and family members would be quite upset with them. Although, he knew his friends from school would yell out things like 'can't you wait! or hold it till the end' maybe even something about the honey moon. Jean knew that his crew was getting some amazing footage with the equipment they brought to the wedding. Capturing every detail of Rachel's expression as they gazed into each others eyes. Jean gave Rachel a small squeeze on her hands to let her know that it was just them. She didn't have to worry about the rest of the people that were there. This was something they have wanted and have been talking about for years. On the regular, Jean wasn't entirely religious...he used to go to church with his mother all the time..but because of his schedule..he only tried to live a life that would see alright to the big guy upstairs. At this moment, you would have thought that Jean was very much into the words and meaning behind the priests words. He was tearing up and breathing very slowly. Jean thought that being married sealed the deal. There was going to be a place when they finally passed that he could still be with Rachel forever and always like he wanted. He didn't think that being separated from her was an option. It shocked him even after all the years they were together...that he thought so seriously when it came to love...and Rachel. When it came time for the vows, Jean nodded his head towards Rachel. He knew that she didn't exactly like the idea of saying a vow the both of them had written or just thought up of. She always thought there was something about her words that wasn't sufficient enough towards the way she felt. He knew that she would do just fine as he looked down at her.

He laughed with a dimpled grin as she went on about how she didn't think her vows were going to be good enough. It was just like her to throw that in there and Jean did expect it...from the laugh that her brothers gave...so did they. Jean could hear a sob from his mother and sister, he did not want to look their way because part of him knew that his sensitivity was his mothers fault in most ways and partially Wendy's fault for being so emotional when they were growing up together. Any more chasing..and he would have been a track star Cheryl let out a small comment...and purely on impulse since she made a shocked face ..along with covering her nice. Everyone laughed together softly again and Jean shook his head..since he knew Cheryl was the first person to tell him that he shouldn't let someone like Rachel go..and the first person to see the promise ring he gave to her shortly after that. Jean beamed down at Rachel and almost leaned forward to give her a kiss. He was so used to kissing her after she had said something sweet...but he pulled back just so the priest wouldn't have a heartattack...or have a do-over. Jean smirked at the thought of that. Taking in a deep breath, the priest announce that it was his turn.

Jean smiled warmly in Rachel's direction. "From the beginning you made an impression on me. Your unconventional ways and your love for life. It made me feel like I was becoming a better person by staying in your presence...so much that I denied my affections for you in fear that it would ruin our friendship. For you my dear...are timeless..it boggles my mind half the time...how someone could be so perfect...so beautiful inside and out..as you are. You are always new Rachel Evans. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. Never will I ever grow tired of your love...being apart from you tears me up..for I never want to miss a moment of you. I knew when I would see you walking down the isle that I would be filled with as much admiration as if I had seen you for the first time. The more I have known you..the more I have loved...I will continue loving you ever and ever without reserve. I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and un-interupted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When I look into your eyes...you fill my soul with the warm of loves shelter. I'm glad to say that we started off as best friends and here we are...years later...about to be connected through holy matronmoy..I don't think for one second that I could have asked for a better person to share my life with...to grow old with and to love for all eternity. I couldn't have found a better match...and part of me thinks we've had the help of the divine..an angel that knew better then us...that we were simply meant to be. You are my soul mate...you inspire me and..you are bread to my butter..my darling girl... and the breath to my life. I love you." The last part Jean added in at last minute..he always had to have a movie quote in there...and the first couple that came to his mind was Julia and Paul Child from Julie and Julia. He gave her a small laugh as he blinked away the extra tears in his eyes. The room had become so silent he had forgotten that anyone was there with them.

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R achel kept a smile on her face as Jean said his vows to her. She would be lying if she said that they weren't getting to her. She could feel her eyes watering, but she was not going to cry no matter how badly she wanted to. She was not ruining her make up for pictures later. She was focusing on his words and on his eloquence. His vows were amazing. Jean had probably spent forever working on them, when Rachel hadn't spent much time on the ones she said at all. She had tried having something prepared, but the more she thought about the vows she had written out, the more wrong they seemed so she had decided to just talk to him. The only thing that she could think of was how they met and how much she loved the tradition of theirs. It was something that was personal and unique onto them. It wouldn't feel right if her vows were void of the little story of how their relationship progressed. The fact that they weren't in London, wasn't going to change the tradition either. He mentioned the divine, an angel and Rachel couldn't help but think of her mother. How many times did they say that she pushed them together. That she always knew. Her mother seemed to know everything, especially with that letter that she had read today.

I t was time for the ring ceremony. It was always so weird to Rachel to hear it called that. Like it was it's own separate thing. It was just one more thing that was keeping her from being with Jean again. She saw him catch himself after her vows. It was cute and it brought a smile to her face. She could honestly say that she wouldn't have minded a pre-first wedded kiss. She hated waking up at Nate's place with Jean nowhere to be seen. It was a stupid tradition but she wasn't going to tempt karma. Rachel took the wedding bands that Jean had picked out. She looked down at his hand for a moment before looking back up at him. "With this ring, I thee wed, and let this ring be a sign of my affection and love for you, but I'm clearly not doing my job right if you need a ring to remind you how much I love you." Rachel couldn't help but add the last part. The ring ceremony sounded so serious and she hated it in the rehearsal. She just had to liven it up a bit. Their wedding wasn't traditional to the letter, but it was them, and she loved it. She felt him take her hand as it was Jean's turn to say the words. She was was excited for all of this. They were so close to making it all official. No one could say anything after this. With the ring on her finger she just has to wait a few more minutes to be kiss her husband for the first time. "Do you, Rachel Marie Evans take this man to be your lawfully wedded life, to have to hold, love and to cherish, in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?" The priest asked her. Without taking her eyes off of her soon-to-be husband, she answered, "I do, with all my soul."

T he priest was finally saying those final words. Butterflies were in her stomach and she was hoping to God that they were the excited kind and not the morning sickness kind. "I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Rachel's arms went around his neck as he leaned in but there was something that needed to be said first. She placed a finger over his lips before they touched hers. She looked at him like he should know what was coming next, well what had to come first. This was their birthday after all and the first kiss on their birthday always had to go like this. "I love you," Rachel said before removing her finger from his lips so that they could share in their first kiss as husband and wife. The first kiss from their childhood had been cute. Their first kiss as a couple had been honest. But the first kiss of their marriage was perfect filled with love and attention for only the other person. Rachel could have forgotten where she was and that would have been just fine for her. "We did it," She whispered to him focusing on his beautiful brown eyes. The eyes that would always get to her no matter how much she tried to deny that they didn't. The world was slowly starting to come back to her now that the ceremony was over and there was nothing to be left to be nervous about.

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[Jean Nathaniel Davreaux]

Jean gave a small laugh at the end of his vows, just because he had gotten through them as well as he could have wanted to. At times he got stage fright and although they weren't on a stage...there was a crowd of people hanging on their every word. It made him a nervous to think that he could say something wrong and all of them would look at him sideways or even laugh. He got through them and remembered ever line...which now he understood how much hard work it took for the actors he worked with to memorize a whole script. It was a reversal today for him, because he was the one being filmed with his wife..not the other way around. He knew that some things in his vows would only be understood by Rachel and maybe her brothers. Just as he was sure that the crowd probably had a hard time piecing together her vows and what they meant...Jean knew all too well what she was saying in them though. For the moment that the priest had to make his ceremonial talk, he just looked into Rachel's amazing blue eyes and couldn't wait to call her Mrs. Rachel Davreaux...or Mrs. Jean Davreaux...anything as long as his last name came after it. In Jean's eyes...marriage was a very big step and in many ways it still was....but he had been with Rachel for years and it already felt like they were married. All that needed to be done was a ceremony and paper signing. Jean personally couldn't wait to unbutton his shirt a little and dance with his bride...especially the pulling off the garter belt tradition that he knew the guys everywhere would like and the throwing of the bouquet that the women would all fight each other for.

Then the familiar words began to shake Jean out of his daze. It was coming down toward the placing of the rings. To be quite honest, Jean felt a little foolish to be reaching out his hand in front of Rachel so she could put a ring on his finger. Then again, Rachel was always the type to want to do things for him and even when he wanted to take her out on a date...she would insist on paying. It was tradition though and he awkwardly placed his hand out in front of Rachel. When she added in the last part, some laughed softly and Jean chuckled with a small 'oooOO' at the end with the rest of the grooms men. "With this ring, I thee wed, and let this ring show you that you being my wife has always been a part of my future I looked forward to....and also that you obviously do your job superbly or else I wouldn't be marrying you now would I?" Jean smirked and placed the final set to her sapphire rings. He rose her hand up to his lips right after he placed the ring on her finger, to give her hand a small kiss. Jean's grin was from ear to ear with anticipation as to when this all was going to be over so he could kiss his bride and wisk her off into the limo for some much needed alone time...just before they would have the party. Jean was so excited that he couldn't help but feel like he wanted to start laughing, and he knew that Rachel could tell. His dimples were pressed deeply into his cheeks and he felt as though the seconds were stretching out longer then they had ever been.

Then it was his turn to hear the priest speak to him. For the moment he didn't want to part from Rachel's eyes and his eyes only flickered half a second towards the priest as he spoke. 'Do you, Jean Nathaniel Davreaux take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have to hold, love and to cherish, in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?' Jean nodded his head and smirked knowing his words would be a little less traditional. "I do...and then some darling. Even if one of us passed..I'm sure one of us would haunt the other." Giving a short laugh, his eyes were brilliant in the lighting and glistening with the happiness he was feeling. When the priest said the words Jean had been waiting for, he had to stop himself from doing a happy dance in front of everyone. He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her into him, leaning into her. "Finally" He whispered just as he was about to kiss her, her finger went over his mouth. Her words made everything much sweeter and he was glad he hadn't muffled them with his lips. "I love you Mrs. Davreaux." tilting her back slightly, he finally kissed her lips to seal the deal. It was a rare kiss that he would only feel at this time. One of unity and one that told the story of the years they've loved each other for. Everyone was clapping and standing up...but before they had to do their walk down the isle together...Jean bent down on one knee a softly kissed Rachel's stomach. Standing back up...Jean gave her another small peck on the lips and grinned widely. "We did it our way. Without any mess ups...Look at us. My wife!" Jean said announcing it to the whole crowd of people standing in their seats. The music had started for them to walk down the isle and...get bubbles blown at them..pictures taken and rose petals begin tossed into the air above them. Jean took Rachel's hand and started down the isle, with a proud strut to him as he stood by his wife.

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W edding ceremonies were simply too long, especially when you feel like you've been married for years already. It just seemed like it was all some silly formality. Like they were doing it to appease their families. It wasn't as if she were opposed to marriage. No she had been incredibly excited for the wedding but she also felt incredibly awkward telling the whole world how she felt about Jean. She was incredibly personal in that aspect of her life. She didn't like others prying in on their moments. She was the opposite of Jean who loved to tape everything and then play it again later. She didn't want her fumbling words to be heard by others and the fact that there was an audience made her fumble even more. She didn't want to put on a performance at her wedding she wanted it to be honest, which was why her vows didn't sound as heartfelt or romantic as Jean's, but it wasn't like she could ask for a do over for her wedding vows. That would go over real well. "Hi I'm sorry, can I do my vows over?" Besides she wasn't nearly patient enough to prolong a reunion with her Jean. She simply smiled wider as he said that she did her job superbly as if they were already married proving once again that they pretty much didn't need to do this. That this was just a small romantic technicality. The two were growing steadily impatient. She could tell by the way he kissed her hand after putting the ring on her finger. She wanted to stop being so far away from him. This hand holding thing was not enough for her. It was sad considering they had spent only a single day away from one another. It wasn't even that long and here she was becoming impatient.

I f his small actions hadn't been enough to show Rachel that Jean was just as impatient as she was, when he whispered finally to her was. She was honestly surprised that she wasn't swept right off her feet in a grand spectacle. She was shocked that she didn't get a pout though either when she stopped him from kissing her. He most certainly would have gotten one from her regardless. It felt so good to be back in his arms like it was any other day as if they weren't being watched by a whole gathering of family and friends. She got a thrill hearing Jean call her Mrs. Davreaux. Though now that kind of reminded her of his mother just a little bit since that was what she always called her. The thought was gone from her head as she got to kiss her husband for the first time as officially being husband and wife. She heard the clapping and she thought finally that she was going to be able to get away from the prying eyes of the family they had surrounded themselves with for the day. Jean, however, had other plans as he bent down on one knee to kiss her stomach. It was unexpected but loving just the same and proved that she had made the right decision a long time ago. He announced her as his wife and she felt silly and embarrassed. She smiled as she tried to use Jean to hide her face from the crowd. They were going to be free soon of their audience at least for a few brief moments that they were going to be allotted in the car and that was all she could really ask for at this time. She walked with him through the bubbles and the rose petals to the limo, their brief alone time.

R achel carefully got in the limo careful not to ruin her dress. Jean was soon beside her and the door closed and finally there were no more prying eyes. She had honestly just done it. She had married the love of her life, the man of her dreams. She was twenty three and married an a child was going to be there soon as well. It seemed like it all happened so fast and then it also seemed like maybe it didn't. They had known each other for so long that maybe this was actually a tortuously long time to wait to tie up all the loose ends. She tilted his head down towards hers. "I've missed you so much," She said her lips barely above his. She smiled before pulling him into a passionate kiss. She had missed him so much the past twenty four hours. She didn't like have no access to him when she had become so accustomed to having twenty four hour access to him. She felt a new sensation that she hadn't before, it hurt just a little and she pulled away from the kiss sharply. She wasn't sure what happened until she felt it again and she realized what was happening. The look of worry on her face faded as she took Jean's hand and placed it on her stomach. "Do you feel that?" She asked him her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't believe that this was actually happening. She thought that she had mistaken it, and prayed that she wasn't because she didn't want to disappoint him. She felt the baby kick again in the same spot where his hand was. "Are you sure that we can't just skip this part or can we at least get temporarily lost so I don't have to share you again just yet?"

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[Jean Nathaniel Davreaux]

For a second Jean was caught in the moment of kissing Rachel and making it look appropriate enough for everyone else to see. He remembered the movie 'the wedding singer' and how the two sisters were talking about what was appropriate for a church. It wasn't until Adam Sandler came in and suggest the church tongue, the magic moment that he shared with Drew Barrymore was the type of kiss he knew he could achieve with Rachel. Why? Simply because they were not acting and were genuinely crazy for each other. Anyone could tell that one was incomplete without the other. Jean often found himself calling Rachel through out his days working just to feel her presence around him. It was humorous for Jean to see the almost shifty look in Rachel's eyes, he knew it was only because she hated public speaking. It was different if she was just saying her vows to him, she was comfortable with him. All of their professions of love were always in private and now she had to do it in front of family. Jean didn't mind anything really, he knew that one day his children would want to see when their parents were young and getting married. It would be an added bonus for his child to know that he or she was also in the belly when they were getting married. Children always enjoyed stories like that and hearing about their parents past behind the scenes. He also thought about when they would have their anniversary and how watching their wedding or moments they had when they were freshly together would be nice. What if they were growing old together and began to forget about things that they went through, he could just pull out a tape and play the memories of their younger years. Through every little tape Jean recorded of them would be a memory of them that would live on for years to come. Jean and Rachel were in fact two different people, and that was what he loved about their relationship. He wasn't always going to agree with her and she wasn't always going to like what Jean did.


Jean was romantic and Rachel was more of a realist, now when she was trying to be romantic with Jean it was appreciated in his eyes far more then anything he could have done. It was funny to Jean that he felt that Rachel couldn't wait for them to step down from the middle of everyone's attention. Funny because it was Rachel that wanted to have a wedding. He thought back to the outing they had in the back of her truck and how she felt as though they should take that leap...when all along he was thinking the same thing..he just needed to prepare. Now it was Jean that was soaking up the attention that was really all on Rachel. Today was suppose to be her day, it wasn't like little boys to be dreaming about getting married. Jean especially, used to be one of the biggest commitment scared ladies man. Most just couldn't understand why Jean and Rachel decided to stay around each other so much. It wasn't like it was more Rachel then Jean or the other way around. Both of them just liked to be physically close to each other. He thought it was more that way because when they were younger...there was always that wanting to be close but only sometimes having it. It built up a frustration and then a comfort when he finally got to have all the physical contact he wanted with his love. Jean was a very touchy feely type of person, he adored the way Rachel's skin was always soft and the way she smelled. Anyone could tell that they were genuinely crazy for each other. Small things like Jean needed Rachel to sit by him when they were enjoying dinner together, preferably with her legs spread out over his lap. When they went to restaurants, they always requested a booth instead of a table...just because they wanted to sit next to each other. Even now, holding hands was just not enough for Jean. He felt as if there were some sort of invisible shield between Rachel and him. It was making him very impatient and he tried to ignore his natural urges to put his hands around her waist to bring her closer to him.


Jean Nathaniel Davreaux was one happy man today and he couldn't picture sharing that happiness with anyone but Rachel....and the whole lot of family they had around them. It was something he never knew would happen for him, until he met Rachel. She was the change that catapulted his life in the right direction and he loved her to no end for that. Jean let out a hearty laugh as Rach dug her face into his chest. "Now is that not one beautiful blushing bride?!" He knew that it took a lot to make Rachel shy away and he also knew that putting all of the attention on her at the moment would do the trick. One of the rose petals stuck to Jean's mouth and he looked at Rachel as they walked down the isle. He smiled and blow out from his lips, making the rose petal brush past her cheek. The photographers around them were snapping left and right...but he knew that Rachel would pummel them out of the way if they didn't let her get to the limo. Jean felt the exact same way and sighed as they finally hit the doors towards the limo. Picking up the back of her dress, he helped her get into the limo as he crawled in after her. Both of them sighed together heavily, it was as if the two were holding their breath in the ceremony room. Jean looked towards Rachel, bringing up his hand towards his face and wiggling his ring finger. Moving closer towards Rachel, he placed his hand on the side of her stomach and rubbed it slowly. "I missed you too darling, utter torture getting ready with the ladies. They are surely out of their wits." Jean's lips spread out into a large smile that matched that of his radiant wife. Closing his eyes he got lost in the kiss that he was glad to know would not be appropriate in a chapel of any sort. Jean pulled her closer with his other hand, making the limo look much larger as they were only taking up a small space of it. When she pulled away, Jean lifted his hand away.... wondering if he had pressed too much into Rachel without knowing. "Did I hurt you...?" He asked steadily...he knew that she was more sensitive of touch now that she was with child...so he didn't know. When she placed his hand on her stomach, where it was before he looked down at her stomach questioningly. When he felt the kick against his hand, Jean felt his heart literally grow bigger and a warmth spread up to his face. "The baby kicked. It felt me! It felt us...you being happy. Oh darling this is fantastic. Hello....can you hear me in there you amazing...baby of ours. You're mum and I just got married" Jean lowered his head towards her stomach and spoke to the baby as if it were there already. He had grown a habit of talking to Rachel's stomach when she was sleeping....not much when she was awake. Jean rose his head and kissed Rachel's lips, running his fingers through her hair as she spoke. "I guess we can get lost for a few minutes...they won't miss us much." Jean said with a warm smile.

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When Rachel said that she wanted to get married, she had meant every last word of it. She wanted to take that last step so that no one could question their relationship anymore and of course when she found out that she was pregnant, things just sort of moved much faster then she thought it would. That was fine by her though. She didn't believe in wasting time when life could end in just a second. Besides, she kind of liked the idea of marriage. The fact that you were connecting yourself with someone for the rest of your life was incredibly romantic, at least to her it was. However, what she forgot about a wedding was that you typically invited friends and family to partake in the happy day and that was what bothered Rachel. That was why she was so nervous. She would have been fine if it was just her and him and you didn't need anyone else to get married. She could be in some chapel Vegas with Jean right now and it would have been easier for her to say her vows but not even Nate was going to allow her to do that. He said that the family would get mad and somehow blame him for the whole thing. She didn't think that he was wrong at all. She knew very well that her extended family members especially her grandmothers would throw poor Nate under the bus if she were to elope with Jean without the family knowing and without there being some big ceremony afterward. That just wasn't kosher with them. It wasn't like she was marrying some stranger she picked up in a bar though. They had all met Jean multiple times. She didn't see why she had to marry him in front of everyone. But she had to and so they had a wedding with all the family, the good, the bad, and the i only call you family because I have to.

Inside the limo, Rachel felt instantly like herself again. She made sure that there was contact between her and Jean instantly. That was the one thing about their relationship that she enjoyed above all else. There was always contact between the two of them. They had always been incredibly close even when they weren't in a relationship. She would always sit next to Jean or make sure that they were on the opposite teams so that they she could cover him in basketball. She used the excuse of strategy for the last one because if she were to cover Nate and Jesse who were closer to her in height, they would have no qualms being rougher around her because she was after all their sister. Jean however was brought up as a gentleman and Rachel was a girl. However that didn't last long and soon she was being picked up and moved and then when they started dating he would simply pick her up and spin her around until he had persuaded her to give the ball up. Or she would just pass it to Nate while she had him distracted with a kiss which would of course gain them another point . . . or at least gain Jean and Rachel groans and other utterances of displeasure because no brother wants to see their little sister kissing a guy, especially when that guy is supposed to be one of their friends. "I know how dare they keep you away from me,"

[/b] Rachel said laughing. "Damn those pretty girls." She hadn't expected the baby to kick her. She had forgotten completely that this was the stage that the baby started kicking. It had felt so weird. "No you didn't hurt me," Rachel said hoping that the baby was going to kick again so that Jean could feel it. Thankfully the baby had. She wouldn't want him to feel excluded.

Rachel found it a little odd that Jean talked to her stomach, but she understood why. After all she would find herself talking to the air. Apologizing to the baby that she didn't think that she was going to be a good enough mother. That she was sorry that she hadn't done things the right way and be married to the baby's father first and that it wasn't all planned out ahead of time so that the baby would come into the perfect environment. Most of all though she would say how much she loved the baby and that while she was scared that she would still do her best to try and be a good mom even though she had a hell of a mom that she had to live up to and that she was sad that her baby would never know it's grandma because her mother would have been the best grandmother in the world. Raine kicked off her shoes feeling the ache go away. What the hell was she thinking wearing shoes like that to her wedding? She curled into Jean resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arm around him. She snuggled in close feeling the comfort of the familiarity. She felt exhausted and it wasn't even late. She always felt tired though these days. "I'm glad you agree because I'm incredibly selfish and I'm not ready to share you again," She said taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes for a moment and felt her stomach growl. "What are the chances that we can get lost someplace that has Chinese food along the way or maybe even pizza or a place that I can get sesame chicken on pizza?"[/b] She asked him suddenly hungry. Even though she was going to a reception that had food waiting, somehow Chinese food and pizza sounded like a much better idea. Knowing her though the craving would change in a heartbeat. "Does that sound really weird?" She asked looking up at him. She never knew if what she was going through was normal or not. She was never around her mother when she was pregnant. She kind of wished that she was here right now to put her mind to ease over simple things. "Maybe bbq chicken pizza would be better. What do you think?"[/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

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S tatus: complete
T agged: Nate, Jean, and whomever else is attending
O utfit: here
N otes: i always cry at fictional weddings
C redit: Megan banner (c) willmeta at caution
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down

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