Generation 1 - Snow: Chapter 6 - The Wedding Part 1

I loved my "nephew" so much.

I mean, how could I not? Just look at that little face.

He was the spitting image of his mom, except for the skin. That was all Bran's.
Overall, he was a perfect blend. I thought of the little guy as my own.

So much so that when the date of my wedding to Logan was just five days away, I knew Pomegranate had to be a part of it.

"You want him to be a ring bearer? He can hardly walk." Bibi laughed when I told her my idea.

"Well then, maybe one of the groomsmen. He has to be a part of this somehow."

"Ya!" Pomegranate chirped. "Me be part!"

"All right, fluffers. You can have a part," she said before looking at me. "Bran can hold him. A mini groomsman."

"You are going to look sooo cute," I cooed. Pomegranate smiled and buried his face in my neck. I sighed with content. Lately, all I had been thinking about was having a baby. I knew that was rushing things, but ever since he had entered the world, I knew I wanted to be a mother myself. I had casually tried to drop it in conversation with Logan, but most of the time I think it flew right over his head.

Doesn't matter whether it's Michigan or Sugar Valley - men are all clueless.

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Sometimes I wonder if time passes differently here than it does on earth...if we really aren't even on the same planet anymore.

The date of our wedding - April 9th - marked the 18-month anniversary of my arrival in Sugar Valley. I was almost a college graduate. I was going to be a wife. I actually wanted kids. On my birthday in June, Logan, Bibi and Bran had all thrown me a party at Peppermint Pier.

How had it been such a small amount of time since I'd arrived here? How was I nearly a college graduate, nearly a wife? It felt like yesterday I was a senior in high school, excited about being asked to prom and worrying about whether or not someone would actually want to go with me.

Even my first year of college back in Michigan hadn't been  enough to make me feel like a full fledged adult. I still had Sunday dinner with my family, and Winter and I still hung out practically every day. I was still a baby then.

Now...I felt like I'd never been a child at all.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. After all, children don't get to marry their best friends.

Speaking of friends, I tired my hardest to get Shale to attend. I'd sent him an official wedding invitation, and several emails. There was never a response. I tried calling, but never got passed his answering machine. I had the feeling he didn't want to come to the wedding at all. Maybe I had been wrong before. Maybe Logan had been right all those months ago. What if Shale wanted me in that special way? All those friendly hugs and lunches might have meant something to him. Something much stronger than friendship.

"Are you alright, angel?"

"Fine." I sighed after checking the mail for one last RSVP.

*

"He didn't write back." It wasn't a question.

"No." I felt my frown deepen. Logan pulled me into his arms and I bit my lip.

"Don't feel bad. I'm sure there's a reason. Maybe he's just really preoccupied with work."

"So preoccupied that he can't even respond with a 'no'? I don't think that's it. He doesn't want to come. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

"I'm sorry. Just look on the bright side. I've already mailed in my RSVP."

I laughed and looked up at him. "That's good, because it wouldn't be much of a wedding without you.

And then I realized that it wouldn't be much of one without me, either. I didn't need to sit and feel sorry for myself. So one person wasn't coming. I didn't know why, but I had to ask myself, does it really matter? I had Logan and we had our best friends who wouldn't miss that day for anything. Logan had also invited his boss and his girlfriend, while I'd invited one of the nice girls I'd met at school. 

It was going to be a perfect day. I was sure of it.

"Are you ready to become a married woman?" Logan asked that night after we had gotten back from a celebratory dinner hosted by none other than Bibiane. She had taken full charge of the wedding as soon as she was able - the venue, the flowers, the food. All of it was being planned and organized by her. I barely had a say in it, which wasn't really a bad thing. All I had to do was tell her whether or not I liked something, and she went straight to work.

Not to mention it would be a nice surprise to see how all the tidbits I'd received over the past few months tied together. 

"I am," I said. We were sitting beside one another before the fire pit. . It was a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky. The stars twinkled and danced above us, and I swear I could see every single one of them. Logan wouldn't be staying with me that day. He was going to crash at Bran's. We didn't really believe in all those silly wedding superstitions, but Bibi insisted that I be alone the night before the wedding to clear my head and get a good, boy-free night's sleep. 

"Are you ready to be a married man?"

"Of course. I have been since the day I met you." he smiled.

I let my gaze rest on our hands, and appreciated the warmth of his skin against mine. Just a small touch, but it brought me all the comfort and security in the world. here's something about contact with the one's you love. It's enough to be with them, to have them by your side. But it's another thing entirely to be physically connected to them, whether it's a hug or a kiss or simply holding their hand. When you're actually touching that person, it feels like you're a part of them - of their greatness.

"Look! A shooting star!" Logan's finger shot up to the sky.

"Quick! Close your eyes and make a wish."

I watched as his eyelids squeezed together and his nose scrunched up. He was concentrating so hard, like whatever he was hoping for would fall right out of the sky if the star's believed he wanted it enough.

"What did you wish for?" he whispered, eyes still closed.

I leaned over and put my lips to his ear.

"I wished for you, and for you to always love me."

"Looks like its already come true then," he gave one of his nervous laughs and turned his face back to the sky.

"I'm going to have to leave you soon." he sighed. "Bran told me that if I'm not back with my stuff by midnight, he's going to come and drag me there himself."

I laughed. "I can let you go for tonight. Just promise that you won't run off somewhere and have a wild party with tons of beautiful girls."

"I can't," he shrugged. "There's only one beautiful girl in this world."

"Wonder who that could be." I smiled.

"You know her pretty well." he winked and kissed my cheek. "After tonight though, we'll never be separated again. You'll have me all to yourself, for the rest of your life."

"And you'll have me to yourself the rest of your life."

"Why does it feel like I'm getting a way better deal?"
He pulled me into a hug and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I love you, Snow."

"I love you, too. Now go on. And don't stay up all night. I don't want you passing out tomorrow at the alter."

"Or after the ceremony. Tomorrow night is one I don't want to miss."

I felt my cheeks flush and he laughed. "No need to be nervous, love."

"I'm not nervous."





"Liar,"  he chuckled softly. "It's okay, though. Tomorrow is going to be the best day of our lives. Promise."

"I believe you."

With one final kiss, Logan quickly grabbed his clothes for the big day from inside the house and headed off. I snuggled into bed almost immediately. I expected to toss and turn until morning, but instead I drifted off as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Tomorrow was going to be the best day of my life.

  

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Generation 1 - Snow: Chapter 5

Bibiane
I could hardly wait to leave the house. Standing on the lawn, I looked up at our bedroom window where I could see my new husband dropping off our suitcases.
"Come on, Branny! We're going to be late!"

I was so excited to reunite with Snow and show her all the wedding pictures that I didnt' even go inside after the taxi dropped us off from the airport. There was so much to tell her! So much to tell Bran...
I had spent days debating whether or not I should break the news in private or surrounded by our close friends.
After all, you only find out that you're pregnant with your first baby once.
I can still remember the coolness of the bathroom's tile beneath my feet as I stood in front of the counter and gawked at the little plus sign in front of me.

A baby. Bran and I were going to be parents. Maybe it was wrong of me to keep it a secret during the entire wedding/honeymoon, but I just wanted to wait until the right time. Sitting with Snow and Logan and going over the past two weeks, filled with excitement and laughter and love...what could be a better time than that?

"All right, let's go," Bran said as he came out of the house and we headed for the car. He glanced at the laptop I carried with a smile before looking at me. "I know those pictures are burning a hole in your hard drive."

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"You looked so beautiful," Snow said with a sigh. I clicked through the last two pictures and placed the laptop at my feet to clear the space.
  

"Thank you...but it was Bran who stole the show. Did you see how handsome he was in that tux?"

He rolled his eyes at this, but there was no denying the smile on his face. 

"You two both looked incredible. I hope my wedding can be as beautiful as that."
Snow looked at Logan as she said this, and the two of them stared at each other before bursting into nervous laughter.

I stared at them in confusion. "Is something funny?"

Snow pursed her lips and shook her head. "No, no. It's just...well, something happened while you and Bran were away."

"Really? Like what?"

She took a deep breath and smiled. "We got engaged."

I squealed and and jumped out of my seat. "OMB that's so amazing! Congratulations, you two!"
I hopped up to give them both congratulatory hugs before settling back into my seat.

"I guess this is a good time for me to share my news then."
We all settled back down into our seats and everyone watched me.

"What news?" Bran asked.

"Well, I don't know how else to say this so I'm just going to blurt it right out...I'm pregnant."

"Bibi that's fantastic!" Now Snow was the one jumping up. I laughed as she pulled me into her arms. 

The others stood while we embraced, and I managed to get a glimpse of the boys over her shoulder.

At first I was nervous, especially about Bran since he hadn't said a word. But when I caught sight of them, I let out a sigh of relief. They both looked pretty excited.

"This is the best news in the world. You're going to be an amazing mama," Snow said, holding me at arms length. "I'm so happy for you and Bran. Congratulations."

"I should say the same to you, Mrs. Loganberry."

"Hey, why don't we go down to the beach and continue the celebration," Bran suggested. He carefully kept his eyes focused on the door. "Snow, Logan, you guys can start up the fire-pit. Bibiane and I will be there in a minute."

Uh-oh. Maybe he wasn't so excited after all. I tried to keep calm and nodded to Logan and Snow with a smile, but the look faded as soon as they were gone.

Bran walked over to the door, and I followed. I stood there, unsure of what to do or say. He said that he wanted to start a family. I knew it wasn't really planned, but it wasn't like we weren't ready.

"Branny, I -- "

He turned and cupped my face in his hands. "Bibiane, I love you so much."

"I love you too. I'm guessing this means you're not mad?"

He laughed and kissed my nose. "Why would I be mad? We're going to be parents! This is wonderful. I couldn't be happier!"

 

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Over the next few weeks, my body really started to change. Every morning I woke up and ran straight for the bathroom. 

Bran was such a sweetheart though. Every night he would hold me in his arms and tell me how thankful he was for me. He refused to let me lift a finger. He cooked, he cleaned, and when he wasn't with me, he was hard at work over the computer to earn money for our growing family.

I found myself in awe at the changes overwhelming my body. It seemed like just yesterday I was waltzing down the beach in my favorite polka dot bikini. Now I had a little round belly that couldn't be missed.

I was happy though. I knew that as I got bigger, so did the baby. Every week passed put me one step closer to holding our precious newborn in my arms. I couldn't wait to meet him or her - Bran and I decided to wait until the delivery to find out the gender. He said it was one of life's only great surprises. I found it nearly impossible to not find out.

"I just know it's a girl," Snow said one night. We were having a slumber party while Bran, Logan and a few other guys hit the town. 

 "Because...I just do, okay?"

We laughed and I patted my tummy. The baby gave a sleepy kick in response

"I can't believe how fast things have changed. You're getting married in a few weeks, I'm going to be a mommy..." I could feel tears prick my eyes. Curse those pregnancy hormones. 

"Aw, don't be sad, Bibi. This is a good thing!"

"I know, I know. These are happy tears," I smiled.

We sat down on the bed and faced one another. I had just given Snow a deep conditioning treatment, so her hair was wrapped in one of my favorite hot pink towels. She was also wearing one of my tops and shorts, after I insisted her all white PJ ensemble was too plain for a sleepover. 

"So what do you want to do? We can rent a movie, or  order pizza."

"Another one?"

She laughed and shrugged. "You're pregnant, it's okay to over indulge."

"Yeah, and what's your excuse?"

"I just love food." she said with a giggle as she ran out of the room to fetch the menu from the kitchen.

I stretched out and rested my hands on my stomach.
In just a few months, the bump I'd come to associate with my child would be gone and I'd have the real thing to hold. It was a crazy thought. I could almost remember being a baby myself. I mean, it didn't seem that long ago. Now I was going to have my own. I was going to be responsible for someone's life. How could I be sure that I wasn't going to mess up?

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There wasn't as much time as I'd hoped to think about that question. Nearly a month and a half before I was due, I went into labor.

Bran had gone to a meeting, and I was home by myself. I'd decided to use my vacation time at the gallery during the last stretch of my pregnancy, and boy was I glad I was off that day. I couldn't help but screech during the first few contractions. Berry they were rough. All the pregnancy books in the world couldn't have prepared me for them.

The only person I could think to call was Snow, and before I even finished talking she told me she was on her way.

We made it to the hospital and she called Bran. He came rushing in, eyes wide and asked if he'd missed it.

I'd gotten some pain medication so was able to laugh in response. "Relax, sweetie. I'm fine. We still have a little while."

My doctor was worried about the baby arriving so soon, but Snow and Bran were great and kept telling me that everything would be fine. I had to believe them. I couldn't think about the alternative - not in my state, and not in that hospital.

When it came time to push, a lot of the medication had worn off and I was really feeling the brunt of the contractions. It wasn't easy, and there were times that I was ready to give up, but Bran and Snow held my hands and got me through it.

After experiencing the worst pain of my life, little Pomegranate Bran Muffin was born. Perfectly healthy, perfectly happy and perfectly ours.

Just one more day!

In a little under 24 hours, this will be in my hands:

I am very excited to say the least. I've been waiting for over two weeks. It wasn't until the live producer's walkthrough that I realized I wanted it, and the first chance I had, I decided to preorder.


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The Wedding of Bibiane Snap and Bran Muffin

On an isolated beach in the Sugar Cane Islands, Bibiane Snap and Bran Muffin exchanged vows beneath a setting sun. These are the photographs taken of the day. Enjoy. 

The wedding night...

 

Generation 1 - Snow: Chapter 4 Part 2

The next morning, Logan and I woke up beside one another. Our kissing session on the cliffs didn't end when we got home. I'm not sure how long we were there on the couch, drinking in each others' presence, but by morning both of us were on the floor, coffee table pushed aside and huddled beneath a spare blanket from the dresser.

He looked even more peaceful as he slept. Logan, my...where we really what I thought we were now? Fiances? It was a large pill to swallow. Here I was, still a young adult and not yet finished with my college education, and I was engaged to be married. What would my parents think? What would my old self have thought about all this? I had only been in Sugar Valley for about 10 months and already had someone who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with...

Was that right?

I shook my head and pressed my face against his shoulder. With his heart thudding in his chest, each beat touching my skin, it certainly felt right. Did it matter if I was young, or if we weren't even adults? Did it matter at all, when we had each other?

When you love someone, that's all you need. Everything you could ever want lies in those three words you feel were made just for you. I love you. 

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The art room I took many of my classes in was locked up on weekends, but our teacher happened to be  an eccentric, hippie of a Berry that believed in "never putting a lock on your personal expression." 

Basically, she left the key under the threshold on Friday night and whoever wanted it had the entire studio to themselves. 

I longed for a place just like it in my own home. The canvases propped against the back, paint splattered wall. The wooden easels that had served as the supporting arms for dozens of ideas, and the brushes and oils that had nourished the images of the creator's mind until they were brought to life. 

 Dressed in my typical, Saturday-painting attire, I grabbed my paints and prepared them on the palette. I took one of the canvases from the floor and secured it on the easel. I wasn't sure what I planned on creating, or if I would even create anything at all. I just knew that I had a lot of emotion running through my veins, and I needed to express it somehow. 


So I started to paint. 

 I focused only on the smooth tip of the brush, and let my mind wander. I thought about Logan, of course, and the feeling that had overwhelmed me when he asked me to be his forever. I also thought of the rush of excitement I experienced as we sat together on the couch and kissed, physical displays of our love. Then there was the soft, warm security of the night as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

It wasn't long before I had painted an abstract design, just smooth curves and a few floral patterns overlapping one another. It wasn't anything too spectacular, but it was decent enough to turn in as extra credit. After putting it behind the teacher's desk and marking it with a Sweety Note, I began to clean up and prepare to leave. 

 It was just as I was about to walk out the door that my cell phone rang. I looked at the screen and excitedly answered.

"Bibi!"

"Snowy!" she squealed, and ended with a giggle. "How are you?"

"I'm great!" I didn't want to tell her why just yet. That was something I wanted to share in person. "How about you? How's the honeymoon?" Bran's parents had offered to fly him and their future daughter-in-law to Sugar Cane Islands for their ceremony and a two week honeymoon, all expenses paid. Bibiane had begged me to come along, and even though I would have loved to, I just couldn't miss class for that long.

"The honeymoon was fantastic! But the ceremony itself...oh Berry, you should have been there. It's okay though, I have five million pictures. I'll be showing them to you tomorrow."

"What?!"

"We're coming home a few days early," she said. "I just missed you so much! Plus I was starting to feel like a mooch off of Bran's parents. They're so sweet, and this is sort of like their vacation too. I figured Bran and I would leave them be and head back to Sugar Valley. You haven't been up to too much trouble, have you?"

I laughed. "Hardly. I can't wait to see you!"

"Well, we just finished dinner and are headed back to our room to pack. Our plane leaves tonight and we should be getting home mid-day. See you then, Snowy!"

I smiled down at the phone after she hung up. Bibi was coming back, and boy was she going to be surprised at the news I had to share.

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After I got home and changed, I was starved. Apparently Logan was too, and he begged for me to make some of my "famous" waffles. 

Honestly, they were the only thing I knew how to cook well. I'd watched my grandmother make them a dozen times. They were just another part of home to me, but Logan thought they were the best things to ever grace his table.

 He even wrapped his arms around my waist as I waited for the waffles to brown, and even though I pretended that I was absorbed in my cooking, I loved it. 

It wasn't until after I'd finished the dishes that I figured out the cause.

"Snow, angel, there's something I want to give you."

"Really? What is it?" I asked, totally oblivious.

He laughed and nodded before taking a step back. "I sort of got so caught up in making yesterday perfect that I forgot the most important thing. So I'm giving it to you now."

I sure did pick a winner, didn't I? Just look at that face. I knew right then and there I was the luckiest girl alive.

My eyes widened at the site of the ring. It was magnificent. So beautiful and so big. The logical part of me wanted to step back and ask Logan how he ever afforded such an amazing piece of jewelry, but the hopelessly-in-love part dominated (as it has a tendency of doing) and I stuck out my hand and let him slide the band onto my finger.

 "Logan, sweetheart, this is just so beautiful! Oh my gosh..."

"You really like it? I hope it's not too flashy...I just wanted to get you the best."

"It's perfect. I love it. Thank you."

"I love you, Snow."

"I love you, too, Logan. More than you'll ever know."