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SUMMARY: Weddings

Changes

Change. It happens to us all. We're constantly changing, evolving. Becoming different people. But as we change, so remain some things as constant. Love. When someone changes, it doesn't necessarily mean you stop loving them...right? I mean, my Mom loved my dad, even when he was evil. She just couldn't stop.

I hope I do love Steve as much as that. What if I don't? What if I only think I do? What if this all goes wrong? Slayers aren't supposed to get married.

Okay, Melissa. Calm down, I tell myself. It's called pre wedding nerves. You know about this. Maighan told you. So did Mom, in a letter, and in her Slaying journal.

**2000*

We're having a small wedding, in, of all places, the library. There's a lot of reasons for this. It has clean sewer access, therefore the groom and one of the best men can get there without fitting into ashtrays. It feels more like home than home. It's the safest place in Sunnydale so far as I feel. And you know, we couldn't leave the hellmouth out of this wedding!!

Not long til Angel gets humanised...about 4 months. I can feel this bump. Mom swears you can't see it under my dress, I'm not sure though. I like being able to see the bump, tiny as it is just now.

I love Angel. I couldn't live without him...right? It'll work...right? being married...to a vampire? He wont be a vampire once the baby's born...ah, hell, I'm making myself more nervous. Anyway, the reason I'm writing about this in my Slaying journal is that the wedding is being held during the day, inside, so that no vamps can unexpectedly drop in, because of the sunlight and the invitation thingy.

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Talking to myself isn't working. I'm only getting more nervous. 30 minutes to go...a rush of bridesmaids enter the room. Maighan, Cara, Kristen, Sarah, Eliza and Karen. Sarah and Eliza are kinda honorary cousins, they're Uncle Xander and Aunt Cordy's, and Aunt Willow and Uncle Oz's kids respectively. They're both younger than me, but we get on really well. Kinda my own Scooby Gang. As well as Kristen being the other Slayer, and Cara is my sister in law. Kieran's wife.

"Melissa...ready?"

I take a deep breath and answer.

"Yeah. I'm ready"

They rush at me, with good luck, and sorting my hair, putting final touches on. Eventually they all step back, and I take a good look at myself. Not too bad. I'm pretty tall, 5'8", and slim, so this dress looks good. I don't look as lanky as normal. I look at all my bridesmaids, we're like liquorice all-sorts. Maighan is tiny, about 5'3", with a curvy frame, she's slim, but has curves which I'm incredibly jealous of. Cara is about my height, and thin. She's like a waife. I've got muscle. Even though all three of us are blone, Maighan's is honey coloured, straight and long, mine is about shoulder length and curly, and Cara's is white blonde and short. Eliza is a red head, and has the same frame as her mother, and Sarah is as dark as can be. She has really thick almost black hair, and dark eyes. She and Kieran could be brother and sister, as far as tall, dark, and handsome go. Kristen is Italian, and has the colouring, and willowy frame to go with it. I suddenly get a last minute attack of jealous nerves that all my bridesmaids are gorgeous, and what if they look better than me? I brush that thought aside when my father comes into the room.

"Honey...you look amazing..." I blush at his compliments. Even although he is now human, he doesn't look his age. I mean, his human age. If he looked his real age, which is about 270-ish, well, most people that old, aren't even skeletons anymore. He looks in his early 40's...and is still pretty good looking. He's actually 52 now. He counts his age, from the day he died in Ireland, plus Maighan's age. His birthday is in June too, the day after hers.

"Ready?" His voice, softer than normal, betrays him. I look up, and he's got tears in his eyes.

"I love you Dad." I feel my eyes tearing up. "Now lets get a move on, and get me down this aisle before my make-up is ruined."

"I love you too honey." And with that we walk out. The music has started. As I walk up the aisle, I whisper, "I love you Mom", and I swear I heard "I love you too sweetie". We reach the front, and I look at the man I love, and all my nerves fall away.

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