Waiting for Superman

"Hello, beautiful." Patrick said kissing me hello, as he walked in the door.

The girls awwwwed, the guys did too, but sarcastically. While the guys settled into their rooms, where they would stay the next few days until the wedding, Patrick and I caught up in the kitchen.

"I missed you," he said, pulling his hands around my waist.

"I missed you too" I said throwing my arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
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Erica's POV:
The weekend was long, and crazy. Jessica, Jacqueline,Andrea, Kara and I were in the guest bedroom all the bridesmaids were sharing. The room was huge so nobody minded. I was on my way to the kitchen with a magazine to see what kind of dress Kylie was wearing to the rehearsal dinner, when I stopped dead in my tracks at the end of the hallway.

There were Patrick and Kylie, entwined together in the kitchen, their eyes locked into one another's. Patrick looked at her like she was his entire world. I had never seen my brother so happy before, and it made me happy to see him so happy.

Patrick had dated tons of girls before, but never longer than a few months, and he had never looked at them like that before. Finally, Patrick had found someone who loved him the way he had always needed to be loved. Just then the Jessica and Jacqueline popped up behind me in the hallway.

"shhhhhh" I said. They shortly later caught sight of what I was seeing, "Ohhhh," Jessica said quietly. They were adorable, they fit together like gloves. I couldn't wait to see them spend forever together.

Kylie's POV:
The week would be crazy, Patrick's family and friends and my friends would be flying in all week, there was rehearsal dinners, dresses to pick up even more family to meet. But right now, in this moment, none of that mattered. Because right now I was in the strong arms of the man I loved and that was all that I cared about.

The next day the girls and I went to pick up our dresses. All the final alterations had been made. It was three days until the wedding. Three.

The day was crazy between family and friends flying in and dropping by to say hello. And then that one woman, who would ruin all the joy and excitement of the whole day, with just a few words.
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The whole bridal party was sprawled out in the living room, exhausted. People had been dropping by all day, just to say hello. That moment Patrick and I shared in the kitchen was the only alone time we had, or would have for the next few days. Patrick's parents were in the kitchen, looking at Patrick and I sitting together on the couch, they were smiling.

My legs were swung over Patrick's legs, my head nestled in his neck, his strong arms were wrapped around me.

It was almost 10'o clock and we figured the visits were over for the day, until there was a loud knock at the door.

"Donna!" the woman said throwing her arms around Patrick's mother. "Celia?" Donna said confused.

"Who is that?" I mouthed to Patrick. He threw his head back against, the couch. The two of us stood up and went into the kitchen to greet the woman.

"Patrick!"she said, she was a short, brunette, "Its so nice to see you again!" she said hugging Patrick, he didn't hug back. "Celia what are you doing here?" Patrick said confused. The whole bridal party had awoken from being half-asleep and were staring into kitchen. Patrick's sisters seemed to recognize the girl as well.

"Oh I just had to see it for myself!" she said throwing her hands up, "You know the great Patrick Kane finally settling down. Kind of ironic after you practically sprinted from me when I asked about the idea."

"Because we were 15." Patrick said loudly.

"Didn't stop you from trying to get in my pants!" She yelled back.

"Wasn't very hard." Patrick said back.

"Alright thats enough!" Donna said "Celia, I think you should go."

I stood there behind Patrick dumbfounded.

Delia peered around Patrick to look at me, I was wearing a pair of black leggings, a sports bra, and a fitted white, t shirt, my blonde hair was undone, and hung in long waves around my shoulders, I wasn't wearing any makeup. Patrick always said he preferred me like this, not all dressed up like crazy. Just my natural self.

Her eyes started at the top of my head and followed all the way down to the floor, than back up to meet my eyes.

"Wow," she sneered. "This is what you picked, you are going to miss me I guarantee it."

"Yea like a toothache." Patrick said practically pushing her out of the apartment.

"Guess what Patrick? In ten years when she's fat, rundown, and has popped out three of your kids, you'll be begging for me back." she said pointing at me.

I was shocked, I typically never let Patrick's fan girls get to me but to be honest, I felt the sting of her words, she knew Patrick she wasn't just a puck slut, they had history together. Patrick and I had shared everything, why didn't I know about her?

"Get the hell out of here Celia!" Patrick yelled in her face.

"OUT!" Donna practically screamed pointing. She walked out in the hall, turning around to blow a kiss at Patrick. The door was slowly after slammed in her face.

There was a long silent pause.

"Excuse me." I said slipping into Patrick and I's bedroom and shutting the door.

I sat down cross legged on our bed, and put my head in my hands. I was so confused I didn't know what to think.

"Kylie?" Patrick sat next to me on the bed. "Kylie, don't even worry about her, she jealous."

"I know," I said picking my head up. "She's also right."

Patrick looked confused.

"How are you gonna feel, when i'm running around with baby vomit on my shirt, and cheerios in my hair?"

"I'm gonna love you." he said.

"I'm gonna love you, because the vomit on your shirt will be from the baby that you and I made, and the cheerios in you hair will be from the baby you and I made throwing them at you." he kissed me on the cheek, and wiped a tear of my cheek.

"In two days, you'll be my wife. And no matter how much baby vomit you have on you, or how many cheerios are in you hair, I will always love you."

"I love you Patrick, two more days." We both collapsed back on the bed together. I really couldnt wait.

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