Can you guess who's vacay's over?
Um. Mine?
Tee Hee
“Clark, we need the invitations designed so that all we need to do is insert the venue name.
How about a DP frontpage instead? That way, only family members who value Lois’s work will show up. Plus, all her friends from work.
KYLE GRIFFIN:
Fantastic idea.
“Okay.” Clark just decided to be in full agreement with his fiancée.
I just realized — okay, I read the title for #19 — they’re quite hasty in their setting a date. Does that mean that their colleagues will think shotgun wedding?
Good one. Actually their colleagues are gonna think ... 'Finally. How much longer did they think they could hide their 8 year long affair from us?' As far as they are concerned it's not fast ... it's slow!!!
Lois was sitting cross–legged in the centre of the floor. Papers and magazines were scattered all around her. It was like she was swimming in a sea of white weddings.
She’s gone full XX! Also, does that mean the answer to last part’s cliffhanger was ‘yes’?
Of course it was! *Gibbs slaps Michael*
“It’s around here somewhere.” She twirled around and stretched, throwing more papers around.
Awww, our little tornado
Yeah, she's being a little manic!
“Lois,” he shouted a little louder.
“I KNOW I saw it.”
“Lois,” he reached forward and grabbed her arm.
May I suggest K-I-S-S-I-N-G?
Yup, you can suggest it. They may even agree.
“Um. I wondered whether we should go for a blue theme with the flowers. You know, rather than traditional red ... or pink ... blue, it has ... um, significance.”
Because of…umm…blue…umm…you know, given how Clark has been waiting and waiting and waiting?
![[Linked Image]](http://cosgan.de/images/midi/frech/a050.gif)
MICHAEL!!!!! *shocked* No!
“Lucy, please calm down,” asked Lois.
I’m assuming Lucy is trying to figure out if this is code for ‘my partner finally snapped and took me to an island to make me his love slave’ or code for ‘I’ve been Lonapped and please find Clark to find Superman to get me’.
Hmm, there's an idea for a n-fic in there somewhere!!! *muses*
“Okay, okay.” Lois heard the deep breathing on the other end. “Is this a ‘Pact’ thing, because you don’t have to go through with it just because you did a pinky swear with him ten years ago.
Lucy…*knows*?
Lots of people know. It was kind of a fun thing to mention when it was new. It became more serious and scary as time went on.
“Lucy,” Lois interjected. She finally understood what Clark went through every time he tried to interrupt her ramblings.
Yes, but now Clark can kiss her to achieve that effect.
CLARK: And it works every time. In fact, sometimes I think she rambles on purpose just to get me to kiss her.
The size of the church was big enough that the ceremony could never be referred to as intimate but small enough that it didn’t compete with a Royal Wedding.
So, appropriate for the consecration of the primary concubine to the First Lord of Krypton, yet it won’t upstate his wedding to Zara?
Well, as Author I exercise the right to say ... THERE IS NO ZARA!
“Yes please.” Clark shifted his feet and then grinned. “We were hoping to book the church. You see we’re getting ... we want to ... I asked her to marry me.”
Priest looks at both of them. “And she said ‘yes’?”
Yeah, who would have guessed it? Why would anyone ever want to marry bumbling, nervous Clark Kent.
“But, the thing is ... we want it soon. Seven weeks.”
That’s not soon. Seven days would be soon. Seven hours might get them to Vegas. Seven minutes might get them to Vegas, Superman-style.
It was considered. *nods*
“But, the thing is ... we want it soon. Seven weeks.”
PRIEST: So…shotgun wedding?
Six months later…
DOC: Yes, their baby is quite healthy, even though it was born three months early.
Nope. They are just hopelessly in love.
“I know,” he moaned into her hair, tightening his grip round her waist. “We’re in the minister’s office ... in church.”
Oops?
PRIEST: So, sooner than seven weeks, I take it?
LOIS: Are you able to do it now? Surely there's a random witness or two hanging around in the pews?
but he couldn’t see himself walking down the aisle in a white tux. It didn’t give the correct impression,
That he only has the purest of thoughts for his bride?
Oh my. If husbands had to wear a colour that reflected their thoughts of their bride ... Oh my!
Lois dropped back into place on the couch. “What? A lion tamer?”
So, that’s how he learned to tame mad dogs?
Yeah, but wouldn't that technically be 'wild cats' though.
“Red skirt and cape ... again.”
Well, I thought it might be nice to show some sort of long term fascination with the colours and cape!!
seconds later, in a pair of soft blue jeans and a red and blue checked shirt.
He likes those colours. And so does Lois!
Lois suspected that Martha was going to offer to make her wedding dress but she just couldn’t accept.
Just what I expected. Will it be pink and teal with a shoulder-mounted veil?
That would be so awesome.
“Take a cookie if you want one, Lois,” came Martha’s voice and Lois looked up with wide eyes. How the heck does she know, she’s not even looking in this direction?
Because they contain chocolate?
Yup.
“Lois, I have something I’d like to show you. Will you come upstairs with me?”
Lois nodded mutely. Don’t tell me she already has the material.
Or is it her old dress? Did they maybe keep Lois’s old concubine getup from the NK invasion?
No invasion! But your other thought might be correct.
You and Michael need to create a 'Make The Wedding Pact an n-fic story' club.
![[Linked Image]](http://cosgan.de/images/midi/konfus/c085.gif)
Michael
Is it already an n-fic story in your mind?
