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Part 3

Nail-bitting galore ensues on your wedding day. Everyone is abuzz but no one could be more anxious...or excited...than you and/or Dani. Date: June 9, 2015.

[A/N: 2024 editing BHD here, I changed the wedding date to June instead of July, because July was frankly a bit late for the ultimate reveal of this chapter, and eventually just thought "fuck it" and made it my birthday so congrats, you two, you got married on my tenth birthday. Oh fuck, that means that this chapter is close to taking place a decade ago. We are aging rapidly, your honour.]

"Cara, these clothes are trying to kill me, I swear." A distressed Dani vents to her friend. "Are you sure it's not just because you're on the verge of a panic attack?" Cara states matter-of-factly. "Smartass." John, Dani's cousin, coughs. The room erupted with laughter that you could hear down the hallway where you weren't any less convinced you were going to have a panic attack. Bonnie tries-keyword tries-to calm you down, but to no avail. "This dress feels too tight." you wheezed, almost certain it was. "No, it's just nerves, Y/N." Bonnie brushed it off. "No seriously, I think I'm gonna hurl." You said, completely out of breath. Dani's sister threw, yes threw, antacid tablets at you, while Bonnie pelted you with a pregnancy test box. "Abuse!" You shrieked at your soon-to-be-in-laws. "MOM!" Diamonique scolded her mother. "What? She said she's nauseous. She's been saying that all month...and hasn't had her period since, what, March? Come on!" Bonnie said defensively. You burst into tears, not that you knew why the fuck you were crying, and ran for the nearest bathroom. And that's when Roy and Courtney, who'd opted to show up in drag as a sort-of-maid-of-honor, mostly because your sister couldn't, almost kicked down the door. "Oh god. What happened?" Roy said dryly, but concerned. "Mom pelted her with a pregnancy test box." Diamonique explained. "Oh god...did she take it?" Courtney asked worried. "Taking it as we speak." Bonnie said. That's when everyone in the room could hear you shrieking and what they could only assume to be a certain plastic stick being chucked at a wall. Roy opened the door to find you on the floor, against a wall, eyes wide, but full of tears. Your friend helped you up. "Do you feel better for throwing that at a wall?" He asked, knowing that you would react the way you did, shaking your head "no" and sniffling. A few minutes passed- Roy wasn't dumb and knew better than to just spring what he was about to suggest onto you when you were in this state- but eventually, he had to say something. "I know we aren't supposed to see her, but Dani needs to know Y/N." Roy said calmly. You just nodded your head. What would she think? Would she call it off on the spot and leave you? Probably not. This is your best friend since birth we're talking about. Roy and Courtney fixed your make up and hair, and took you into Dani's room. You swallowed the lump in your throat and made a beeline for Dani. "What's wron-" You cut her off, "I'm pregnant." you blurted out. Everyone in the room just seemed different in seconds. You looked at the floor, then buried your face in her so that everyone would stop looking at you. While you were busy burrowing deeper than a baby bunny in winter, Courtney explained the chaotic circumstances that brought her future godchild's-her words, not yours- existence to light. You heard Dani's heart racing as Courtney kept rambling, and you looked up at her with concern. Dani took your chin between her fingers and lifted your head to give you a kiss. "Alright lovebirds, let's get you hitched!" John said dryly. You headed back into your room, only to leave again in half an hour. It went surprisingly smooth, before Dani's vows made you cry. "Y/N, We've known each other our whole lives which have only been 25-going on 26-years, yet I feel like I've loved you for thousands. And, however many I have left in life, I can't wait to spent each and every year with you and whatever kind of crazy ass family we make for ourselves. I love you, Y/N." Dani finished her vows and you were nearly hysterical, but stopped short of a flair-up of full-blown fainting Victorian woman disease. "Don't cry." she whispered, on the verge of tears herself. You took that as a challenge. Personally, I'd consider it a threat. You then composed yourself with a shaky breath, and continued on with your vows. "Dani, we share a lot of things. A birthday, a home, and now a child...and I couldn't be happier that it's you I get to share that with. You are my love, my life, my everything, and I can't wait for it to stay that way until my dying day." Christ, what is this, Moulin Rouge with the exception of one of you not dying? Someone get the tissues! You said your "I dos", kissed, then after 3 hours of a very intense reception, went home. You threw yourself onto your bed, wedding dress still on, mind you, and got on the phone with your doctor. Dani was in the bathroom getting changed and you were getting changed in your room because you were too lazy to find another bathroom. You were both in actual clothes now, but before you knew what happened, you ran into the bathroom, presumably to puke your guts out. Dani held your hair back and despite your neck being cold and clammy, rested her chin on your neck and kissed your cheek. When you were done dying, she helped you up and you almost passed out, you were so tired. You figured you would enjoy your sleep now, considering you wouldn't be getting a full 8 hours for...god knows how long.