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    Once in a lifetime – (Chapter: Saying “I do”)

    Story written on December 18, 2006 by fusesburning.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=12932
    Author Notes:

    “I’m supposed to propose when she’s stark-raving mad?!”

    "An hour?!" I screamed, and Kyla threw a hand over my mouth.  I knew my eyes were wide with terror and I seriously felt like throwing up.  I ripped her hand away.  "Kyla!  An hour!!"

    Aiden was laughing as Kyla put two hands on my shoulders.  "Breathe, Spencer.  An hour gives us plenty of time.  Ashley is going to want to make sure we did a good job of putting things away before she lets people up there. I purposefully moved the couch back a foot so you know she’ll stay up there until the last second, bitching about it.  I’ll even run up and put some of her platinum albums in reverse order if you want.  It’ll give us time to fill people in one last time and then we can do this.  You can do this."

    She smiled and squeezed my shoulders.  Aiden stepped up behind her.  "Do you want this now?" he asked, pulling the black velvet box out of his pocket.  "Or should I hold onto it until we get upstairs?" 

    "You hold onto it," I said, clutching my stomach, but feeling the urge to puke on his shoes pass.  "I don’t want her to feel it in my pants pocket in case she hugs me or something.  Besides, I’d probably–."

    "There you are!" Glen said, bursting through the door with all the subtlety of a tornado.  "Ash is on the warpath." And with that, he sprinted out the secondary door and down our driveway.  Aiden shoved the ring into his pocket.

    "Carlin!" I heard from the porchroom, and out stepped Ashley with a glob of whipped cream mashed into her hair.  "Spencer!  Your brother found it amusing to christen our living room with a can of Redi-Whip. I wrestled it out of his hands, but not before he exploded half of it onto me.  I’m gonna kill him."

    I stepped in front of her.  "Babe.  It’s ok.  It’s tradition.  It’s like christening a ship with champagne, only Glen does it with Redi-Whip."

    "Well, I’m gonna whip his ass!" she yelled at the top of her lungs in the direction of the door.  She could be intimidating, but with whipped cream slowly glopping down her shirt, she just looked silly…and secretly sexy.

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    2. ahhh yes! ok haha here we go! it was weird…cuz when i was looking for this one before it wasnt showing up. i was sad :-(. but now its back! so we’re ok! haha. post again sooon!! i wanna know what happens!!

    4. ahhh yes! ok haha here we go! it was weird…cuz when i was looking for this one before it wasnt showing up. i was sad :-(. but now its back! so we’re ok! haha. post again sooon!! i wanna know what happens!!

    5. Oh, God. Poor Spencer. Maybe she shouldn’t have eaten anything or drunk anything. Dry crackers and ginger ale, Spence! And, Jesus – maybe some Pepto Bismal ,too. …Then brush your teeth, because I don’t think Ash’ll be wanting to kiss a crackery mouth. Or a pepto-y mouth. Yuck.

    6. Oh, God. Poor Spencer. Maybe she shouldn’t have eaten anything or drunk anything. Dry crackers and ginger ale, Spence! And, Jesus – maybe some Pepto Bismal ,too. …Then brush your teeth, because I don’t think Ash’ll be wanting to kiss a crackery mouth. Or a pepto-y mouth. Yuck.

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