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Fred looked up at Rupert with a smile after he kissed her. She believed him - she knew that this would work out. It had to work out because they wanted it to.
When Xander announced that the dresses and tuxedos had arrived, she felt her heard beginning to flutter, knowing that the time was getting close. Sooner than they had expected, but still, this was what they wanted. She leaned into Rupert's last kiss before heading down to the master bedroom with her mother. Her wedding dress was laying on the bed, ready to go.
Once she had scrubbed her face and washed up a little, her mother helped her pull her hair up, so it was off her neck with a few curls around her face and neck. She then applied a little bit of make-up in the bathroom while her mother changed into her own dress. As soon as she was finished, she headed back out into the bedroom to change. Her mother was just about to reach for the wedding dress when suddenly it started rising up off the bed.
"Oh, no, you don't!" her mother yelled, reaching up and grabbing hold of the dress. "Give my daughter's dress back, you heartless banshee!"
Fred's eyes opened wide in disbelief as she hurried over to try to help her get the dress back. "Mom! Don't piss the ghost off!"
"Like I care what a ghost thinks of me! Give me the dress, or I swear when I get over to that side, I am going to hunt you and your sister down and make you wish that you had gone to hell!"
Suddenly, the dress dropped down into her mother's hand. Fred looked up at the ceiling in relief then over at her mother. "Mom two, demon bugs and ghosts nil."
"No one messes with my baby," she said with a big grin. "Come on. Let's get you into this."
Once Fred had changed into her dress, she looked briefly in the mirror and took a deep breath. She was getting married. And she was marrying the most wonderful man in the world. It wasn't exactly the wedding they had been expecting, but that didn't matter, so long as they were husband and wife.
There was a knock on the door. "It's me," her father said. "Can I come in?"
"Come on in, Dad," she called. She smiled at him when he walked in and stopped short, looking at her for a moment.
"You look beautiful, Fred. I can't believe our baby's getting married." He held his arm out to her. "Willow's done the spell in the library, Andrew's being the ring boy, and everybody's waiting, including your husband-to-be. Think we can pull this off?"
"I know we can," she said as she tucked her hand into her father's elbow. He then took his wife's hand in his other one, and the three of them headed down to the library together.
Fred looked up at Rupert with a smile after he kissed her. She believed him - she knew that this would work out. It had to work out because they wanted it to.
When Xander announced that the dresses and tuxedos had arrived, she felt her heard beginning to flutter, knowing that the time was getting close. Sooner than they had expected, but still, this was what they wanted. She leaned into Rupert's last kiss before heading down to the master bedroom with her mother. Her wedding dress was laying on the bed, ready to go.
Once she had scrubbed her face and washed up a little, her mother helped her pull her hair up, so it was off her neck with a few curls around her face and neck. She then applied a little bit of make-up in the bathroom while her mother changed into her own dress. As soon as she was finished, she headed back out into the bedroom to change. Her mother was just about to reach for the wedding dress when suddenly it started rising up off the bed.
"Oh, no, you don't!" her mother yelled, reaching up and grabbing hold of the dress. "Give my daughter's dress back, you heartless banshee!"
Fred's eyes opened wide in disbelief as she hurried over to try to help her get the dress back. "Mom! Don't piss the ghost off!"
"Like I care what a ghost thinks of me! Give me the dress, or I swear when I get over to that side, I am going to hunt you and your sister down and make you wish that you had gone to hell!"
Suddenly, the dress dropped down into her mother's hand. Fred looked up at the ceiling in relief then over at her mother. "Mom two, demon bugs and ghosts nil."
"No one messes with my baby," she said with a big grin. "Come on. Let's get you into this."
Once Fred had changed into her dress, she looked briefly in the mirror and took a deep breath. She was getting married. And she was marrying the most wonderful man in the world. It wasn't exactly the wedding they had been expecting, but that didn't matter, so long as they were husband and wife.
There was a knock on the door. "It's me," her father said. "Can I come in?"
"Come on in, Dad," she called. She smiled at him when he walked in and stopped short, looking at her for a moment.
"You look beautiful, Fred. I can't believe our baby's getting married." He held his arm out to her. "Willow's done the spell in the library, Andrew's being the ring boy, and everybody's waiting, including your husband-to-be. Think we can pull this off?"
"I know we can," she said as she tucked her hand into her father's elbow. He then took his wife's hand in his other one, and the three of them headed down to the library together.