The Wonders of Fate

A/N: Yet another part to the wedding, yes there's mucho to this wedding, so I do have to break it into parts, else this chapter would be sooo extremely long that you'd die of old age reading just one chappie, hahaha.

Fortunately, they had made it to their hair appointment right on time. It was quite the relief that the stylists were quick and expertly talented in styling hair. Within half an hour, hair had been done. The bridesmaids had their hair up in French twists, adorned with flowers identical to the ones in their bouquets. Cat's hair had been piled up on her head in ringlets, on which the veil with a tiny and delicate tiara had been placed. Soon, all girls were good to go, and had gone straight back to Rebecca's house to get changed.

"Damn April! What do you mean that you can't get the dress to close, I only readjusted it a few days ago! Here, let me try. Ivy, can you watch Angie for a moment?" Viviana rushed to April's aid. "Like I said, it won't close," April told her, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "Damn, suck it in girl!" April abruptly turned around, crossing her arms. "Not helping at all." Viv sighed, reaching for her emergency sewing kit which included a hand-held sewing machine and a seam ripper. "Off with the dress, I think I figured out what to do... perhaps take off some stitches here, and reattach here... It shouldn't look much different." April slipped out of the dress, handing it to Viviana, now clad in a slip. It was evident that she had already started to show the slightest bit. 'That's odd so early into a pregnancy' Viv thought, as she did the work in no more than ten minutes. "April, here, let's see if that works.

April had been in front of the mirror, frowning as she turned to her side. "I thought I had more time before I started showing... Think that's normal?" Cat and Becca, who had been looking over the seating charts one more time looked up. Cat tilted her head, sizing April some. "I had been showing a bit before...Yeah anyways... But then again, that was at the fourth month. You are only two months along right?" April nodded. "Rougly." She turned just as Viviana called her. "I'm coming...I'm coming," she muttered, approaching Viviana.

"Hey Viv, quick question... How far along were you when you started to really show?" Viviana handed her the dress as she bit her lip, trying to remember. "Well, I was what you called a late bloomer in that, late fourth month I think...Though I sorta multiplied in size after that.. You're worried about showing this early, huh?" April shrugged, as Viviana tried to zip the dress. This time, the zipper came up easily. "Wow Viv, you're a genius." The fashion designer made a bit of a mock bow. "Tis what I do best. But yeah April, just bring that by on your next appointment. For all we know it could be multiples..."

April turned around, from looking at the mirror again. "Multiples... Like twins?" Viviana shrugged, zipping up her own dress. "Actually, there's the chance of triplets, quadruplets, or quints...and more." April's eyes widened. "Twins, maybe...But the rest...I'm not sure we could handle that much. Just for the record, I'm sort of new at the motherhood thing." Viv laughed, casting a gaze at Ivy trying to 'practice' at cradling Angie to sleep. She had succeeded, and she seemed to have a softened smile. She, too, seemed to be warming up to the idea of motherhood. "You say that now, April... But down the line, you realize that nothing is impossible when it comes to motherhood. We all start completely novice. Soon enough, we're riding the waves like the pros."

April tilted her head, contemplating what Viviana had said and nodded. "You really have gotten the hang of this, haven't you?" Viviana nodded. "In some ways, yes. But then again, it's harder when you're on your on. Most have their significant other. Me, I'd rather jump in front of a bus than return to that lifestyle. Hey, I need to check to see if Ivy's dress needs any adjustments. It shouldn't but yeah, never can be to sure." Soon, April took over for baby duty, and Ivy came to Viv, just to make sure. She happened to be more fortunate than April. "Good, the dress closes, though I think your boobs got a head start on size increase...Looks like Pete's in for a real treat tonight," Vivana added with a wink. Ivy laughed, as she then looked at her watch. "Oh shit, isn't the wedidng photographer showing up in twenty minutes?"

"What!?" Cat exclaimed, looking at the clock on her computer, as she and Becca had now been laughing at recent youtube clip that the boys had posted of the bachelor party, just to keep the fans posted. Basically, it had been one of Pete making the concoction which had given Ryan the hangover from hell. It was more like a cooking show:

Hey, Pete Wentz here at Ryan Ross' bachelor party. Sorry ladies, I think this marriage might last, so don't get your hopes up. Anyways, I am here to show you the ultimate way to get a guy wasted on his bachelor party. First, we got this cup, harmless looking red plastic cup, nothing to it, right? Okay, first we have Bacardi 151. This shit is flammable. Well, just pour a shot into the cup. Then, go along the line of alcohol to see what else you want to add. Here I have Vodka...Scotch...Oooo Tequilla! Ohh and yeah, let's mix it with some Everclear to give it that extra zing to it. Okay, so that it doesn't taste like rubbing alcohol, put in something sweet. Here, I have Hawaiian Punch! Alright, the perfect Cocktail. Yo Ryan! Try this drink out!" Ryan appeared in front of the camera, wearing mardi gras beads, not quite aware that a camera was there. "Huh? Oh, that... Hand it over." He took a sip, and coughed. "Man! What the hell is in this thing?" Pete laughed, patting his back as Spencer and Brendon were in the background making weird faces, clearly knowing the camera was in place. "Hey Ryan, look at this camera, say hello to the fans." Ryan hid his face. "Oh fuc-" he stopped as he kept his composure, turning towards the camera with a grin. "Hey guys, I guess this is to kissing my bachelor years goodbye." With this, he chugged the drink, before shaking his head. "Wow, that was a hell of a drink. Now... what comes next is something I don't want my bride to see, so- this is where the camera goes off. Bye!" The camera then shut off.

"GEORGE RYAN ROSS!! What the bloody hell did you do!!" Cat cried out, looking horrified, to which Becca had fallen over in a fit of giggles. "They called in a stripper. Though, Ryan was so messed up from the drink, he passed out right as she removed her top. Patrick filled me in." Cat shook her head, trying to look irate, though burst into laughter. "God, he really was hungover yesterday, wasn't he?" She fell off her seat, which caused Becca to fall into a fit of giggles. Ivy had seen that youtube from where she stood, and shook her head. "Remind me to thank Pete for that laugh later. Now, Bride not even in dress... Look!" Cat saw the time and squeaked. "BLOODY HELL!"

April and Ivy rolled their eyes as Becca, too, scrambled to her feet to slip her dress on. Goodness, the girl knew how to dress at lightning speed. She had managed to get the dress zipped up just as Angie called out for help. "Becca, mind grabbing the train?" She was immediately there, helping Cat and Viv out... Soon enough...

"Oh my god," Cat whispered, her voice cracking. Becca laughed at this. "I knew there was a reason we opted with waterproof mascara here. You look gorgeous Cat. Now, we ought to get a move on." Viviana muttered a bit of an excuse as she hurried to check on Angelique, who had been clad in a little pink dress that her mommy had designed especially for her. "Alright you, into the stroller you go. No diaper surprises until after the wedding, got it?" She rolled her eyes as her daughter had blown a raspberry at her. "Good enough." She placed her daughter in her stroller, and then nodded at the other girls. Okay, April...Ivy...Me...Cat...and Becca with the train. Hey, I think we're ready." She looked at Cat and nodded. "Alright Cat, I guess you and Ryan get fifteen minutes or so with photography until the ceremony. And now...We're off..."

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Ryan had been pacing back and forth for a while, knowing that pretty soon, Cat would show up. Jon had been openly flirting with someone that Ry knew to be Ivy's cousin. Pete was probably giving Spencer a hard time, to which Brendon came to the rescue, the two male lovers exchanging a kiss." Brendon turned to Pete. "I think we were in this position when you walked in." Pete rolled his eyes, walking away, rather going to the groom, who looked as if he was debating on bolting to the bathroom or not. The guy had been puking like something out of the Exorcist. Apparently, he was nervous. "Ry, you're not going to puke again, are you?" Ry shook his head wearily. "Nothing left to puke," he muttered, to which Pete put a hand on his shoulder. "You'll do just fine. Just show em what you're made o-h my god your bride is a fox!"

"What was that Peter?" Pete grimaced as he caught sight of Ivy, who had hands on her hips. "But look at that gorgeous bridesmaid!" Ivy nodded in approval, before approaching him. "Good, because if it was anything else, I just might have to say no for tonight's activities," she whispered in his ear, to which he gulped. "Alright, we have an understanding. Good boy.." She pat his head as then the others started to mingle. Becca had spotted Patrick, April had spotted Gabe, and Viviana had spotted William. Though, soon... "Alright everyone, wedding picture time!" Becca called, getting things in order. There were the basic shots of the wedding party, then the wedding party with the bride and groom, then the bride and groom with family, then the bride and groom with people that might as well be family, and then candid shots just before the ceremony.

Ryan turned to Cat, smiling in awe. "You look perfect Kitten," he whispered, kissing her on the lips, turning as a flashbulb went off. "Spencer! Oh man, now it's on!" Pretty soon, it had come time for bride and bridal party to part ways with groom and groom party until the initial ceremony. Ryan stared at Cat as she went off in her direction, looping an arm around Spencer. "I'm getting married Spence." Spencer smirked. "You just realized that Ry?" The groom rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "So...If you and Brendon ever find the means to get hitched, whose the bride?" Spencer looked across the way, catching his lover looking in the mirror, straightening his tie, before brushing off any invisible lint. "Need I answer that. Come on... Hey Bren! Jon! Time to go!" The other two band members caught up, Brendon randomly jumping on Spencer's back, kissing him on the neck. "You look great," he whispered to which Spencer smiled, letting his lips graze over Brendon's. "So do you..." Brendon slipped his hand into Spencer's as the guys, also headed out to the church.

Between the four musicians, a familiar song could be heard.

"I'm getting married in the morning...
Ding-dong the bells are going to chime,
Pull out the stopper,
Let's have a whopper,
But get me to the church on time.
I've got to be there in the morning,
Spruced up and looking in my prime,
Boys come and kiss me,
Show how you'll miss me,
But get me to the church on time.
If I am flying,
Then shoot me down,
If I am wooing,
Get him out of town!
Oh, I'm getting married in the morning,
Ding-dong the bells are going to chime,
Kick up a rumpus,
But don't lose the compass
And get me to the church,
Get me to the church,
For Gawd's sake,
Get me to the church, on time...."