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After a few hours, my feet actually hurting, I begged Teddy to circulate without me and sat down to relax. Janelle joined me and we just people watched for a while.

"So," I said, turning to her. "When do you graduate?"

"I'm on a funny schedule, I actually graduate in July," she answered. "Why?"

"Well, remember when I told you at the New Year's party that if Mr. Shelley and I ended up getting married you'd design the gown? Who knew that it would come to pass so soon?" I laughed, holding out my hand to admire my ring.

She almost choked on a swallow of her drink. "Oh, Tink, I'm not holding you to that," she said, she said, leaning forward in her chair.

I leaned forward, too, turning to face her.

"Why on earth not?" I asked, surprised.

"Please, be serious," she admonished, laying her hand on my arm. "Your wedding is going to be the event of the year. What am I saying? The event of the decade," she amended. "You have to have someone truly amazing do your gown, it's going to be a massive affair."

I nodded. "Yes. You." I sat back and took a sip of my champagne, rubbing my bare feet against each other.

"Tinker Bell!" she said, exasperated.

"Janelle!" I mimicked. "I'm serious. I don't want someone I've never met measuring me, poking and prodding me, arguing with me about stuff. I want you. At least I know you, for Christ's sake. It would be scary to go to some famous designer. I'd be afraid to have my own opinion."

"What if I were to go with you?" she suggested. "I'd help you, you know, make sure your voice was heard? It would be fun for me, and you wouldn't feel so alone?"

I shook my head. "I may be drunk, but I know what I want, and I want you to design my dress," I said firmly. "Is it a matter of money? Are you worried that I can't afford you?"

She laughed. "Oh my god, are you joking? I'm probably the one designer you can afford."

"Well, then. Will you have an assistant? A store front?" At her blank look, I tried again. "You know, a bricks and mortar place?" Still nothing. "An actual store?"

"Oh, you mean a shop?" She nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Geth is setting me up with the works. I'd rather apprentice as an assistant to someone, you know, learn the business, but he thinks I'd be better off on my own, right from the get go. It depends on if I can draw high profile clients right away."

"Well, I think Theo Shelley's bride will be pretty goddamn high profile, don't you?" I took another sip of my drink with a complacent smile.

"You want me to run it by Teddy, see what he thinks?" I asked. "Would that make you feel better? I'm telling you, he won't care, he wants me to do exactly what I want." I looked up.

"Speak of the devil," I remarked with a smile, as Teddy sat on the table in front of us, setting his drink down and picking up one of my feet.

"Still sore, love?" he asked, rubbing my foot.

"These shoes are gorgeous, I'm just not used to them yet," I responded, leaning back, enjoying his ministrations to my foot. "Oh my god, Shelley," I moaned, "you missed your true calling, that feels amazing," I said.

Janelle watched us, amused. "Should I leave you two alone?" she asked.

"No! No," I said. "Teddy, I need to ask you something, and Janelle needs to be here to hear the answer," I said, trying to focus on the question, and not on how good his hands felt on my foot.

"Ask away," he said, switching feet.

"I want her to design my wedding dress, but she seems to think that I should have someone more 'high profile' to do it," I said. "Do you have an opinion on this?"

He shrugged. "No," he said. "Should I?" He looked at me. "Get whoever you like."

"Whomever," I automatically corrected. "There!" I turned to her. "I told you he wouldn't care."

Janelle leaned forward again. "Theo, I don't think you get the scope of how big this is going to be. I mean, I know you weren't born when Princess Diana got married, but you remember when Prince William got married, right?"

Teddy started laughing. "You're not seriously suggesting that our wedding is going to compare to Prince William and Kate Middleton's, are you?" He put my foot down, and I automatically put my other foot in his lap. He picked it up and started rubbing it. I sat back and closed my eyes.

"Well, yes, I think it'll be comparable, if you let it, Theo, honestly," she said seriously.

"Well, we won't let it, then," he said sensibly. "I mean, come on, I'm not Prince William, and she's not Kate Middleton. We're not royalty. I'm a pop singer with no breeding whatsoever, and she's not even English, for Christ's sake."

I lifted my head and opened my eyes, giving him a narrow-eyed look. "Are you saying I have no breeding, Shelley? That I'm trashy?" I asked, without much energy. "I'll kick you with my bare foot, or I would, if you weren't doing such amazing things to it, oh my god."

"I don't think you understand just how famous and popular you are," Janelle continued. "Whoever designs Tink's gown is going to get scrutinized. I mean, the gown is. It's going to get analyzed to bits, it's going to get copied for seasons, it's going to set trends."

I sat up. "Janelle, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were scared," I said. I looked to Teddy, who was nodding. "Are you?"

She looked at me. "I'm not scared. How dare you call me that?"

"So you'll do it?" Surprisingly, this came from Teddy.

"Fucking right I will!" she said with energy as she sat up

"Fucking right she will what?" asked Gethin, as he walked up, sitting on the arm of her chair and slipping an arm around her shoulders.

"Janelle is going to design my wedding dress," I said, holding up my champagne glass. "Let's toast to that, everyone," I continued with a smile. Everyone held up their glasses, including Janelle, who looked nonplussed.

"Wonderful, Jan," said Geth, bending forward to kiss the top of her head. "Everyone will see your work, absolutely everyone!"

I put my shoes back on. "Well, excuse us," I said to Janelle and Gethin. "I'm going to go mingle with my fancy and meet more famous people, okay?

"Let's go, fancy man," I said, kissing Teddy and taking his hand.

He leaned toward me confidentially as we were walking away.

"I have something to show you," He said with a smile.

I turned toward him, smiling.

"It was you gave me the idea, actually," he said.

"Oh?" I had no idea what was coming.

"Yeah," he continued, walking me over by the wall, so people wouldn't keep bumping into us. He took off his jacket and folded it over his arm, and began unbuttoning his shirt. I stared at him, mystified. He finished with the buttons and showed me a small bandage on the left side of his chest.

"What happened?" I asked, concerned. "Are you hurt?" I reached toward it but stopped just short of touching it.

He shook his head, continuing to smile, and pulled out his phone to show me a picture. At first I wasn't sure what I was looking at. It looked like a pen and ink drawing, on parchment, of a hummingbird, very simple, starting in royal blue at the head, blending to magenta at the tail. Then I realized what it was.

"You didn't get a fucking tattoo!" I whispered to him.

He looked at me, nodding. "Right over my fucking heart. I can't show you the actual tattoo for a few hours, but it's right here, I promise." He stroked my hair, tucking it behind my ear. "I just wanted to do something symbolic, you know?"

I stroked his hair back, shaking my head while looking into his eyes. "Teddy. A ring wasn't symbolic enough for you? A tattoo? Seriously?" I put my hand on the back of his head, pulling him in to kiss him. "You're certifiable. I can't believe you'd do that to yourself. What in the hell was Gethin thinking, letting you do that? He was supposed to be watching you, looking after you."

"What does that mean?" He sounded offended. "I'm a grown man, how could he stop me?"

He smiled again. "Besides, have you asked the boys what they did? Hmm?"

I stared at him. "Theodore Shelley. What are you talking about? Oh. My. God." I looked over his shoulder, scanning the room for any of them. "What have they done?" I looked back at him. "Get buttoned up, mister. Now!"

Chastened, he buttoned up. I grabbed him by the hand and went on a UKC hunt. I found Ronan first. He was chatting up a very pretty girl, but he took one look at my face and excused himself.

"What?" He looked at me, already looking guilty. "What did I do now?" As I was getting ready to talk to him, I saw Matty over his shoulder, and I motioned him over.

"Okay, boys, please unbutton your shirts," I said, as politely as I could. They looked at each other, then at me, then, accusingly, at Teddy.

"You complete and utter bellend," said Ronan, shoving Teddy. "And you talk about me having a big mouth. We all agreed we weren't going to say until after the party!"

"Theo, why?" asked Matty. "Why upset her? This is supposed to be this amazing, happy, brilliant evening for her, and for you, and now she's going to have this memory of yelling at us right in the middle of it. Not to mention we're going to remember having her yell at us. Fuck." He turned away, and incredibly, I saw him trying to hide a smile.

"Matthew Campbell. Are you laughing at me?" I asked incredulously, turning him back toward me to look at his face.

"So sorry, Tink, but nothing's funnier than you getting all outraged with us; I mean, you're no bigger than a minute, and you stand there, stamping your tiny feet, steam coming out your little ears," by now he was having trouble breathing from laughing, and he was hanging on Ronan's shoulder, mouth on his fist. "Honest to Christ, never was a nickname so apt, you're just like an indignant Tinker Bell from Peter Pan--" And now he literally could not speak for laughing.

And Gethin came loping over, finally having seen his three mates gathered in a group around me.

"What's going on here, then?" he asked, his smile fading as he looked from them to me. "What's wrong, little one?"

"What makes you think anything's wrong, bro?" asked Teddy with a grin.

"Well, the three of you are falling all over yourselves laughing, and Tink here looks like she wants to murder the lot of you." He put an arm around me, but quickly pulled it away as I turned on him. "What?" he asked me.

"Gethin Wren." His eyes widened.

"That's the first time you've ever full named me, I think. In anger, I mean," he said. "What's going on, then?" he asked again, staying a prudent distance away.

"I've asked Ronan and Matty to unbutton their shirts, and now I'm asking you to do the same," I said.

His eyes went to Teddy. "You ass," he remarked. "I knew you were still too pissed to turn loose."

He turned to me. "Okay, obviously you know what we did, there's no need for us to be stripping down in the middle of a party, is there?"

I sighed. "I wasn't sure. You all did this?" I looked at the three of them. "Let me see, then."

They pulled out their phones, and I leaned forward to look. Three identical tattoos, one on a white background, one on a pinkish, one on a chocolate latte, all of Tinker Bell, in a blue and magenta dress, with brown hair, but totally recognizable as the fairy of Peter Pan fame. I sighed again.

"And you all got them in the same place as Teddy?" I looked at them, and they nodded. "Not even on your arms or anything?" They shook their heads. "You are all so, so stupid."

They looked taken aback.

"We thought you'd be pleased, like," said Ronan, surprise on his face. "You know, not honored, exactly, but happy. We only did it to show how much we love you, angel," he tried to explain.

I looked at him, and I couldn't help but smile. "You guys are so drunk, aren't you?" I touched his face. I stepped back, so I could address all three of them, but first I addressed Teddy.

"What I'm about to say doesn't apply to you, okay, you drunken idiot?" I leaned over to kiss him.

I turned back to the boys. "What are you going to say, how are you going to explain, when you meet your 'forever girl', the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, and she sees a tattoo representing the feelings you have for some other girl, right over your heart? Hmm?" I looked at each of them. "How are you going to explain that? If I were that girl, I wouldn't like it very much, I don't think."

I put my hand on Gethin's arm, and turned to look at the other two. "I'm not saying that I don't love the sentiment behind the action, because I really do. It's a beautiful gesture, something permanent to show how much you love me. But I don't think you thought it through, and I don't think you would've done it if you weren't, just, polluted drunk. If you guys decide when you finally sober up that you need to have them removed, I won't be upset in the least, okay?" And I went up on tiptoe to kiss each of them.

I looked around at the four of them. They were all still grinning at each other. I felt like they thought they'd gotten off easy. They looked down at me fondly, like one would look at a cute kitten. Whatever. I'd said and done what I could.

"Okay, guys, I'm done. Get back to the party," I said with a smile.

They all smiled and dispersed, giving Teddy a thumbs up. He turned to me.

"You don't really mind that I did this, do you? Hmm?" he asked, looking at me.

I looked back at him, draining my drink. I shook my head.

"No. It's very touching, actually.

"In fact," I said, putting my arms around his neck, being careful not to touch the area where the bandage was, "maybe I should reciprocate."

He pulled away to look at my face. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you're not the only one who's capable of doing something symbolic, you know?" I smiled at him.

"No-o-o," he said, shaking his head, drawing out the word. "Darling, you're drunk, you can't do that."

I stared at him. "Why the fuck not? You did, didn't you?"

He shook me. "It's different. You're different. I'm a pop singer. No one cares if I have a tattoo. You're a classical pianist. Classical pianists don't get tattoos. They just don't."

"They also don't wear short skirts and ankle bracelets, and don't flash their boobs to the entire world, and I just did all three," I said to him with a grin. "So I don't see the fucking problem, Shelley." I let go of him. "Where is the tattoo guy, anyway?" I started walking around, looking for him. Teddy followed in my wake, like somebody's lost balloon.

I spotted his set-up, and conveniently, he had no one in his chair. I walked toward him. Teddy tugged on my dress and put a hand on my arm.

"Birdie, please," he said urgently.

"What?" I turned to him. "I want to make a gesture, have a symbol, like you did," I explained. "Why don't you want me to?

"I was thinking I might get a couple, actually," I said with a smile. "You know, a teddy bear over my heart, for you, and maybe the letters "UKC" for all of you guys on my ankle or something? Wouldn't that be cool?"

He was looking at me, eyes wide. "No, please don't, please don't," he said.

I looked at him, really looked at him. "Are you serious?" I asked, trying to see through the alcohol.

"Yes," he said, leading me away from the booth and to a chair, seating me on his lap.

"Why? You did it," I said, stroking his hair. He seemed really upset.

"I just—it just—you, your skin, I—" he stroked my hair, completely tongue-tied.

"Take your time," I said softly. "What's the big deal?"

He sighed. "There's no way to say this without sounding like a sexist wanker, so I'm just going to come out with it," he finally said, looking at me. I nodded.

"I love your skin," he said. "It's perfect, it's beautiful, and I don't want it spoiled by a tattoo." He touched my face, then looked down. Oh. He looked back up at me. "I'm sorry if I sound like a caveman," he added.

"And what if I felt that way about your skin?" I asked. "Did you think about that while you were letting them stick needles full of ink in you?"

He shook his head. "All I was thinking about was how beautiful it would look, and how good it would feel to always have a symbol of you on my body, directly over my heart."

"And you would deny me the same feeling? Hmm?" I gave him a gentle shake.

He looked at me. "You're saying that you see a teddy bear and think of me?" he asked in disbelief. "Honestly?"

I looked back at him for a slow five count, and slowly shook my head.

"No, not really, I suppose," I admitted. "It's a nice idea, though, isn't it?" I smiled at him.

He looked at me, out of those wide-set, gray eyes, such a serious expression in them. "Every time I see a hummingbird, I think of you. It makes my entire day better."

What could I do? I hugged him close. He held me tight, his face in my neck.

"Please don't ruin your perfect, perfect skin on a drunken whim, Birdie," he begged in a whisper.

Okay," I whispered back, nodding. "Okay."

We got up, hand in hand, and walked away from the booth.

As we were walking by the dance floor, I heard them playing "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me". I turned to Teddy.

He looked at me, a very soft look in his eyes. "Come on, Birdie, they're playing our song." He led me out into the very middle of the dance floor, and I noticed with no small satisfaction that we passed one of the women who had been putting the screws to me earlier about not being the right one for "her" Theo; it made me wonder if Jennifer Jordan could see us.

He put one hand seductively low, fingers splayed out for maximum coverage on my back, took my hand in his other, holding it up next to his collarbone, and we started to sway to the music. I put my other arm around his neck, tucking my head in the little space between his neck and shoulder.

"So, what else can I do to make you happy?" he murmured into the top of my head.

"Absolutely nothing," I responded.

We danced some more, and I kept my eyes closed, trusting him to steer us the right way.

"Should we set a date? Hmm?" He gave me a little shake.

"I couldn't care less," I said. "I'm happy to be your fancy forever and ever, honestly."

He gave a little laugh. "Me too," he confessed. "My parents might get a little restless eventually, though."

"Okay, let's pick a date, then, keep your parents happy," I acquiesced.

"Shouldn't you finish school first?" he questioned.

"Hmm? Oh, school, yeah. I'd forgotten," I said honestly. "If we wait, it will make for a long engagement. You don't mind waiting?"

"No, I don't mind waiting for you," he said, kissing the top of my head again.

"Well, I'll finish in two years, in June, and then we can get married, how's that?" I asked. "Like, in July? Will the weather in England be awful in July?"

"Who gives a shit?" he said in a relaxed voice. "If people don't like the weather, they don't have to come. Or we can have it indoors. Whatever."

"Okay," I said agreeably. "July it is. Should we pick a date?"

"Nah," he said. "Let's pick a date later. July of 2019 should do for now, I think."

The song ended, and we stopped dancing.

"Great. We picked a date," I said. "Let's tell everyone."

He put his arms around me, looking at me. "Let's tell them in a little while," he said with a smile. "First, I want to stand here in the middle of all these people and give you the biggest, wettest, most PDA-est kiss of all time, what do you say, future Mrs. Shelley?"

"Oh, I'm not changing my name, you should know that right up front," I said.

"Whatever," he said comfortably, putting his arms around me more tightly.

"Then yes to the other part, the PDA part," I said, putting my arms around his neck.

"Great," he whispered, leaning down to kiss me.

And we kissed, and his lips were so soft, his tongue was so warm, and we just melted into each other and flew away, until we realized that the party had stopped around us, and everyone was clapping, my third standing ovation in twenty-four hours.

The End of Book 3

So, like I said, this isn't the end of their story, but from the end of book four, our happy couple heads into very stormy, dark waters, and they take the boys with them, of course. I absolutely cannot put any more of these books up on Wattpad without Amazon punishing me, and I would never leave you guys hanging like that, anyway. This seemed like a good stopping place. If you're inclined to continue with their story and have access to Amazon, they're available on Kindle and in paperback. I'll leave these three up as long as I can, and so far I've had no problem, so it seems like the changes I've made to the covers and content are enough for the Powers That Be to leave me alone--fingers crossed!