Wedding of the Year (ON HOLD)

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We’ll Make Great Babies


Everyone in the house had got together for a small welcome party in the living room. Hope was alone in the patio, observing the sky change colors from dusty blue to fiery orange, albatrosses flying above and the slightest caress of the breeze blowing her dark hair across her face. Liam had never seen such a beautiful image before. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to her with two glasses of wine. “Am I interrupting your ‘me’ time?”

She looked at him over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide in surprise before a smile appeared on her face. “How did you find me?”

He smiled back and sat next to her on the sofa. “I remember you like to be alone at parties.” She looked tiny in her skater dress, like a carefree kid. “And I owe you a drink.”

“Sunset and wine.” She accepted the drink and looked back at the purple sky. “Pure bliss.”

They clinked their glasses and took a sip before Liam said, “You have no idea how happy I was to see you earlier.”

“Wish I could say the same.” She smirked teasingly at him. “Seeing you almost naked in front of everyone wasn’t how I pictured seeing you after three months.”

“What kind of a picture did you have in mind?”

“Something like now.” Even though she was grinning, her cheeks were heating up from the memory of his almost naked glory. “It’s good to see you, Liam.”

He couldn’t help but smile. She looked so adorable at the moment and much more beautiful than the sunset. “I wish we had more time that night.”

“We have time now.” Hope was sure that either her face might split into two from smiling or her heart might blast from hammering in her chest.

“I know. And I’ll make the best out of it this time.” He stood up and offered her his hand. “Let’s go to the party, shall we?”

Unlike last time they met, she didn’t hesitate this time. Hope squeezed his hand and smiled at Liam. “We shall.”


“Hey.” Vincent walked up to her fiancé with two champagne flutes in hand. “I thought you’d be with the girls.”

“I’m having a girls’ night.”

“Does that mean I’m not getting laid tonight?”

“Stop pouting.” Selena laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You got lucky this morning.”

Vincent grinned as he looked down into her shining eyes. “I’ve got lucky since the day I met you, darling.”

She scrunched up her nose, even though she was smiling. “You are so cheesy sometimes, it makes me cringe. But, I disagree.”

“Disagree what?”

“You weren’t exactly lucky. Every time we met, it turned out bad for you.”

“And yet, you’re one of the best things that happened in my life and every bad moment was worth it.” Vincent smiled and leaned down to kiss her, reminiscing about the first time he saw this beautiful woman.


22 months ago…

“Vinnie, happy New Year’s Eve!”

Vincent smiled as he walked through the bustling streets of New York City. “Happy New Year’s Eve, Hobbit. You’re coming tomorrow, right?”

“We made a pact that we’ll meet for every holiday that America celebrates and I’m not breaking it.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up at the airport tomorrow.”

“What about the paps?”

He scoffed. “Hope Martin, are you embarrassed of being seen with me?”

“Of course I’d be embarrassed. You’re not Justin Hartley.”

“Ouch.” If there were someone Hope loved more than Vincent, it’s the Pearson men. “How many times did you re-watch ‘This is Us’?”

“I lost count, babe. I’ll call you at midnight when the ball drops. Kisses!”

“Hope – “

Just as she hung up, Vincent felt a burning sensation on his chest.

Oh god, I’m having a heart attack. Am I going to collapse and get stamped by millions of residents of NYC?

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Vincent looked down at his new white shirt, now with a brown stain. Hot cocoa.

Who dare splash a hot cocoa without drinking it? Whoever it is, they don’t know the worth of a hot cocoa.

Vincent looked up at the person who committed a criminal mischief, ready to give him/her an earful about the significance of hot cocoa, but he had a real heart attack when he saw the woman in front of him. Beautiful was underrated to describe her. Brown hair fell in soft curls over her shoulder and big, clear chocolate eyes stared at him in surprise and guilt. There was just something about her that intrigued him.

“I’m really sorry, I was in a hurry and – “

“We’ll make great babies.”

“What?” She exclaimed.

Vincent realized what he just blurted out and covered his mouth with his hand. “No, what I meant was – I – “

“I can’t hear you! What did you say?” She leaned in and shouted in his ear. Oh, thank heavens she didn’t.

“I said that it’s okay and it’s my fault too, because I was looking down at my phone and I didn’t see you there.”

“Okay, then. Happy New Year!”

Oh, no. She’s leaving. Do something!


Vincent looked down at her. He bet he could see the lights of Empire State Building reflecting in her bright eyes. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You stopped me.”

She was right. His fingers were wrapped around her wrist. Why did he do that?

Thinking of an excuse, he said, “Um, I just – I feel bad and, um – “

She cocked an eyebrow, urging him to speak. He blurted, “Can I buy you another one?”

“Another what?”

“Hot cocoa.”

She raised her eyebrows, taken aback by his question. Afraid that she might say no, he started rambling. “I’m not asking you out or anything. I love hot cocoa and I understand your pain.”

“My pain?”

“Yes, your pain of…hot cocoa gone to waste? I don’t think I’m using the right words – “


It was his turn to be surprised. “What?”

“You spilled my hot cocoa and I ruined your shirt. So, quid pro quo?”

“Quid pro quo.” They high – fived and walked towards the nearest mall. “I’m Vincent Engelward.” For a moment, he thought she would recognize him and scream that she’s a fan, but all she did was nod with a smile. “Selena Silverstein.”

He smiled to himself and followed her, his subconscious screaming that he found his Rebecca Pearson.


“It looks like she came here just for the food.” Kaleb watched Nell stuff her face with pork chops and crab cakes, salmoriglio sauce on her nose and around her mouth.

“She’s probably thinking no one sees her.” Xander said. “She looked so reserved when we first met.”

“You.” The duo turned around to find Casey glaring at them, Xander in particular. “You are a bad chauffeur.”

“Hey, I told you countless times! I’m not a – “

“You’re a very bad chauffeur. You almost killed me. You spilled my favorite milkshake. I’ll file a lawsuit against you.”

Seeing Kaleb laughing behind his hand, she glared at him. “And you’re no less. Why did you have to turn when I cried, so you can put the blame on me if we died?”

Before they can blink, Casey grabbed their wine glasses and splashed it on their faces. “Don’t like your drink being spilled now, do you?” With a jab in the ribs, she walked away with a smirk. Xander and Kaleb looked at each other with the same thought; what the hell happened to her?

“Hey, you guys!” Casey threw her arms on Vincent and Selena’s shoulders. “I’m so happy for you guys. My favorite baseball player and my favorite journalist are getting married! I love you guys!”

“I didn’t know you watch baseball, or any sport for that matter.”

“I’m not a journalist, I’m a news analyst. There’s a difference and I’m tired of explaining it to people.”

Vincent and Selena said simultaneously, but she acted like she was deaf. Either that or she didn’t care. “Why can’t guys settle down like Vincent?”

“I can’t tell if you’re calling me prince charming or just an imbecile.”

Selena ignored Vincent and reached out for her friend. “Cass, you okay? You’re never like this.”

“I’m fine, guys.” Casey shrugged her off. “Why can’t I find someone like you guys found each other?”

He groaned. “Stop saying ‘guys’.”

“Casey, are you talking about – “Selena was cut off by Jesse. “Whoa, you okay? You look like you’re enjoying yourself, bot.”

Casey grabbed aWoodbridgefrom the shelf behind him. “You spiked my drink.”

“Wha – “His jaw dropped in shock. “How did you know that?”

“I’m a detective, butt nugget.” She popped the cork and the piece of oak hit his face. The room was dead silent as he covered his face with his hands and jumped up and down. “Ow, my lovely blue eye!”

“That’s for getting me drunk, dumb head.” Casey took a long gulp out of the bottle as she sashayed her way to the corner of the room. Vincent and Selena gaped at her while Tyler laughed in Jesse’s face. “Bit you in the ass.”

Vincent cleared his throat and smiled at his friends. “Who’s ready to party?”


Casey didn’t realize what she was doing until she heard his voice. “Cass?”

“Hey, Mave. Can we talk?”

Even his chortle was sexy. “That’s what a phone is for. Are you okay?”

“No. Can we talk?”

“You just asked that.”

“Then, give me an answer, you idiot!”

“We’re talking now.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Like, face – to – face?”


There was a pause before he spoke again. “Are you going to punch me again?”

“Unless you give me a reason to, I won’t.”

“Will you pour hot coffee on my supermodel face?”

“Meet me when I don’t have something in my hands that could potentially harm you.”

“What about destroying my manhood?”

“I’m hoping it won’t come to that.”

Another pause. “Send me the location. I’ll meet you tomorrow.”

“Love ya, boo.” She hung up before he could say anything and stared at the dark screen. Did she just say the L – word? Ugh, she’s so going to regret this in the morning.

A/N: Day One’s over! Day Two is going to be double fun and double drama. Where do you think Hope and Liam’s acquaintance is going? Also, does ‘Mave’ ring a bell to you?

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