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“Aggg!” Joyce cried din frustration.
“I never thought weddings would be so much work! There’s so much to plan! Piper wants us to get married the way she and Leo were, a hand fastening, and at the manor. Willow says that we should be married outside, with the wind in our hair, maybe by the sea. And mom wants us married in a church, an old fashioned wedding, with lots of flowers and a priest and everything.”
“What do you want?” Amanda asked sensibly.
“I don’t know! All I really care about is the ‘I do’ part. I never really thought about it. And my dress! There’s one and a half months, and I have to decide!”
“Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and picture your big day. What do you see?”
“Nothing! I’m too frazzled to think straight!”
“Hey, calm down. Deep, calming breaths. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.” Joyce’s breathing slowed in administration to her sister’s counting. “Feel better?”
“Yeah. And you gave me an idea. I’m going up to my room, to meditate.” She stood up and went to her room, which was actually still there. She lit her favorite candle scent, put on a c.d. of rainforest noises, and sat on the floor. She began to breath squarely. With every exhale, her breath became more even. She closed her eyes, and soon she was on her path, that led deep into the woods, and to her sacred space. Once there, her spirit guide was there to welcome her. On the other side of the clearing, there was another path, never there before. She took it, knowing that soon she’d have the answers she needed.
She walked down the path, every step bringing her closer to her goal. Soon, she stepped out of the trees, and onto a meadow. She recognized it as “Lover’s Lane” a great place to patrol. She walked across, though, knowing this was not her destination, and stepped back into the woods, and continued on her way. She walked, the path twisting and turning, it seemed to go on forever.
Eventually, it opened out to….Wyatt’s back yard. The sunroom’s doors were open to let in the breeze, and she could see guests inside. She went to the window and peeked inside.
She saw the chairs were beside an aisle. The aisle led to the alter, where a priest stood. Wyatt stood there also, looking incredibly handsome in his suit, a midnight blue.
The music started, and everyone turned to look. Anne, almost five, came down the aisle first, as the perfect flower girl. Her strawberry blond curls bounced as she walked. She was wearing the lilac purple dress. The twins, Ashley, and Sarah were next. They also wore lilac purple, a darker shade, though.
Then, she saw herself. She was wearing an off-white, off the shoulder, full skirt gown, with a lilac purple veil. She was led down the aisle by her dad, who was looking handsome in his tux. They began to walk down the aisle.
She didn’t want to spoil the whole thing, and turned to go. Before she did, she felt a strange presence. More than one, in facts. She looked at the front row, to where her family sat. Her mom, Willow, Oz, Dawn, Ron, and a woman she didn’t know. On the other side of the aisle, Piper, Phoebe, Paige, Leo, and Jason all sat. And there were a few people there as well that she knew, but had never met.
Grams, Wyatt’s great grandmother, Patti, his grandmother, her own namesake, and Prue, they all sat with their family. She smiled, and headed back, up the path, to her sacred place.
She looked at the beauty around her, she loved her sacred place. Then she walked back on the original path, and soon she was back in her body.
She opened her eyes and smiled, happy to have answers finally.
“That’s the last time I use a lilac candle while meditating on important things.” She murmured to herself.
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The day dawned bright and sunny. Wyatt had stayed in Sunnydale, while Joyce had stayed over at the manor. Everyone had been either orbed or flown in, the weeks preceding this day.
The sun room had been given a very thorough cleaning, and the chairs and carpet had been set up. Piper had personally slept down there, to make sure no demons messed anything up. The garden was in full bloom, the fragrances wafting through the open doors and windows.
Everyone, well, all of the women, were running around getting ready. They argued over the bathroom, and everything else. Joyce couldn’t get herself to eat, she was so nervous, but her mom forced her to eat a bran muffin.
Anne looked so cute in her dress. She loved the way she could twirl in circles and it would puff out around her.
Buffy, Willow, and Piper couldn’t decide on how she should wear her hair. Up down, braided, or in a bun, they argued over it. Joyce preferred her hair in a simple ponytail, but the older women wouldn’t hear of it.
The flowers arrived the day before, a cornucopia of summer flowers. Joyce’s bouquet also arrived, dark and light purple and white lilacs. She stuck her nose into the blossoms and breathed the heady scent in.
The smell calmed her nerves enough to keep her hands from shaking as she she was helped into her wedding dress. It was form fitted, showing off every curve, and her tiny waist, which was kept that way by patrolling, no matter what she ate.
“Wow.” Leo said, coming in to check that they three older women weren’t driving her insane. They wouldn’t leave her be. Piper hit him affectionately. “You’re dad hasn’t seen you in that, has he? I think we’ll be pouring him a few drinks tonight.” It was Buffy’s turn to hit him.
“Wyatt’s gonna be shocked!” Shannon said, fixing her train.
“Go mingle, you guys! I’m fine!” Joyce shooed everyone but the triple A’s and Sarah out of the room.
“I think Wyatt’s gonna have a hard time waiting to take that off you.” Sarah teased.
“Please! He’s a gentleman! You guys can go mingle as well, don’t any of you have dates, or something? Go enjoy yourselves for a bit. Oh, could you send Phoebe in, I want to talk to her for a minute.”
“Yeah, sure. We know when we’re not wanted.” Ashley pouted as she led the others out.
“You wanted to see me?” Phoebe poked her head in a few minutes later. “oh my god! You are beautiful! My nephew is the luckiest guy on earth! You look stunning!”
“Thanks.” She smiled at the complements. “I uh, actually wanted to ask you a favor. You’ve met Sarah, my roommate, right? Well, she was terminally ill awhile ago, but she made it, and she went to a psychic, and she said she was going to die a horrible death.”
“So you want me to see if I get anything, right?”
“Don’t try too hard, but I’d be very grateful. These days, she’s living in fear that her disease is going to come back, and I can’t stand it.”
“Thanks.” She hugged her, “how much longer? I’m starting to shake again.”
“Ten minutes. You have nothing to be nervous about, honey. You and Wyatt are soul mates, you’re meant for each other, trust me, honey. I know these things. I know true love when I see it, I’m an advice columnist, after all. And maybe an empath. I’ve been getting these strange reading off of people. But that’s my own problem.”
“Still, this is a hugemungus change for me! I’m 21, a senior in college, and this is going to change my whole life! I’m going to be a wife. In less than ten minutes, my whole situation is going to change. I’m happy, excited even. I never thought I’d get to see this day. But I’m so scared! I’m the slayer, and I’ve already lived past my expiration date. What’s stopping me from dying tomorrow? Next week, next month?”
“Wyatt’s love. He already tried to protect you, he’s gonna go psycho, super protection guy once you’re married to him. And, eventually, you’re gonna have kids. That will add to the protectiveness too.”
“And I fi I die, then it will add to his grief!”
“Just take one day at a time, honey. That’s all you have to worry about. I know it’s hard, but that’s what you’ve got to do. You have to trust in yourself and in Wyatt to get you through life. Trust me.”
“Ok, I’ll take your word for it. How much longer?”
“2 minutes. She fixed Joyce’s vale and train. “remember, deep breaths. Always deep breaths. “ she started breathing with Joyce.
“Ok, I’m calm.” She exhaled. “How much longer?”
“One minute, 23 seconds. Nope, 22.” The girls all came rushing in at that moment.
“21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10-“
“Yay, you’ve learned to count!” Phoebe joked. They burst out laughing, easing the tension.
“Ready?” Buffy poked her head into the room. “oh, you’re gorgeous, baby.” She came over and hugged her oldest daughter.
“Mom, you’re not going to start crying, are you?”
“Of course not, I’m a slayer, I have to keep up my tough façade. Yet, it’s my job, as your mother, to cry, though, at your wedding.”
“Please no! if you cry, then I’ll cry, and piper and Paige. Willow and Dawn, Cordy and Fred. Well, Cordy….she has a heart of stone, but you might get a tear or two.”
“Yeah mom! This stains very easily, so no water works!”
“I’ll try.” Hey, you go sit down.” Ash, Mandy, Andy, and Sarah ushered the tow older women out.
“Ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s do this.”
They walked out of the attic, and down the stairs. Angel was waiting for them at the foot of the stairs.
“I love your dress. You look so beautiful.”
“Thanks, daddy. That seems to be the consensus.” She smiled at him.
“Here’s your bouquet.” Sarah handed over the arrangement.
“Thanks.” Ash peeked around the door jam.
“All set, let’s go.” Anne went down the aisle first, followed by Ashley and Sarah, who set the pace, followed my Andrea and Amanda.
Angel broke off a spray from her bouquet and tucked it behind her ear. “Perfect.” He took her arm and started walking down the aisle. A huge grin spread across her face.
The ceremony went by in a blur for Joyce, all that she remembered was the feel of Wyatt beside her, and the part where they were pronounced husband and wife. And then he kissed her, and they were on their way to P3 for the reception. Her smiled stayed in place the whole time.
Everyone who had been invited showed, causing some warm introductions and teary meetings, mostly of all between Buffy and Dawn and their mother. Paige and Prue met without any arguments, and Piper and Phoebe hugged their mother.
At P3, they cut the cake, then went out to the dance floor for their first dance as newly weds. Everyone was in high spirits, Joyce and Wyatt’s being highest of all.
They held a dollar dance, and everyone wanted to dance with the new bride. Connor paid ten dollars for one dance, where he kept telling her how beautiful she looked.
After a few hours, only their family and close friends remained. Joyce stayed in Wyatt’s arms most on the time, on the dance floor.
“They have way too much energy.” Buffy commented from the sidelines.
“Then they can tired each other out, just as they did as toddlers.” Piper told her with a smile.
“So, where are you going for your honeymoon?” Ashley asked them later, once they came to get a drink.
“Venice, Italy! And then maybe France.” Joyce said, looking at Wyatt.
“When are you going?”
“Tonight. We’re going to orb first to your house, then find a suitable orbing place in Italy.”
Just like almost six months ago, they were the last couple on the dance floor.
“They seem so comfortable, I almost feel bad about stopping them.” Piper said, looking at the couple. Joyce was resting her head on his shoulder, while his head was rested on top of her head. “But I got to.” She sighed, resigned. She waited until the song ended, before going and shutting off the music. She then turned on the house lights.
“Hey!” Joyce said, lifting her head and coming out of the trace like state she had been, then noticed the lack of people. “Oh. What time is it?”
“Time to go, missy.”
“But I was almost asleep.”
“You can sleep in Italy.”
Buffy coughed to cover up what sounded like “Yeah right.”
“Hey, come on! My baby just got married, I can’t possibly think of her having sex! She’s my baby!” Angel cried in protest at Buffy’s comment.
“Don’t worry, daddy, I’ll always be your little girl.” She comforted, running over and hugging him. “I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too, sweetie.” He hugged her back. She then went around the group, giving everyone else a hug. She even hugged Joyce, senior, Grams, Patti, and Prue, though she didn’t know them very well. Technically, they weren’t supposed to be there, but each woman didn’t mind breaking a few rules. It wasn’t everyday that the son of the Charmed Ones and a slayer got married.
Wyatt did the same, hugging the women, shaking hands with the men. Angel told him to take care of his daughter.
“You know what I just noticed? This just isn’t the same without Spike’s snide comments.” Xander said, hugging Joyce. “Though I’m not saying I’m not glad he isn’t here.”
“Yeah, well, we tried to keep it as normal as possible, besides the ghosts.” Joyce told him, smiling at her grandmother.
“No low lives. Though why you’re here, I’m still unclear.” Willow joked.
“Hey, don’t think I can’t take you, magic free, of course.”
“You never could, and you never will be. Just admit it.”
“Fine, will, you caught me.”
“Well, we’d better get going. Dad, Paige, can you get everyone back, right?”
“It’s your wedding night! Don’t worry about it!” Paige told him, shooing him away from the others.
“Fine then, be that way.” He smiled at his aunt and gave her another hug. “Joyce, are you coming?”
“Of course I am!” he wrapped his arms around her and they left.
“What a perfect ending. All grown up, and on their own.” Buffy smiled, a tear sliding down her cheek.
“No, a perfect beginning of a new life.” Angel told her. He wiped away the tear.
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A/N: So, that’s it. What do you think? Don’t worry, the next one’s going to be up soon, if I haven’t already posted at least the first part!
Oh, and sorry, but the next part is probably going to be rated PG 17, or whatever, just because of one scene, and some language. Yes, I was a very bad girl. This one probably should have been, but oh well. Well, review, PLEASE!!! And keep checking back for the next book in this saga, which is going to be much longer, because…it just is. I don’t want to give anything away, but look for a specific character coming back. I can’t wait to see your reactions when this character does come back, and what he does! Hehehe! I had so much fun writing that part.
Oh, sorry. Teasing, tempting. Oh well. Have a nice day/night!