Since that day with Janet and Emma, I haven't been the same. I know what I saw, and I know that my family really was there with me in the reflection of the mirror.

But today.. today is April 21st. And what day is that, I hear you ask?

Me and Michael's wedding day.

Michael wakes me up with a series of gentle kisses on the cheek and my neck.

"Good morning, Princess! It's only a few hours until you become my beautiful Mrs. Jackson, my wife! Rise and shine, up, up! Today is the best day of our lives!" he says gently.

I exhale through my nose and smile, my eyes still closed. I finally open my eyes to see Michael's beautiful face, smiling with his perfect pearly white teeth. His smile lights up my life.

"The start of our lives together, the rest of our life will start today," I say with a smile.

Michael bends down and kisses my lips.

"Now c'mon, we gotta get ready! You're gonna have to go to Janet or Emma's house, I gotta get ready, and I can't see your dress until the time!" he says excitedly.

I chuckle and lift myself up from the bed.

"The wedding's not for seven hours yet!" I call, as Michael saunters off into the next room.

"Oh, I know. I'm just getting nervous, I'm sure something will happen and make one of us late, that kinda thing always happens!"

I nod with a giggle, he's right.

You always see it in soap oprahs or TV programmes, something always goes wrong to make the bride or groom late for the wedding.

I get ready in the bathroom, next to Michael. He's brushing his teeth, and I'm watching him closely.

Even the way he brushes his teeth.. is just.. perfect. I can't fault him, not a single bit.

Michael empties his mouth of toothpaste and smiles at me in the mirror, just like how my family looked at me in the mirror, 11 days ago..

"Are you alright, Becky?" Michael asks me, as my eyes start to fill with tears.

"Of course, yeah, I'm fine," I reply.

"Now tell me the truth."

I try to avoid eye contact in both the mirror, and face to face.

"Now I'll tell you again, I'm fine," I lie.

I walk out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, and I sit on the bed. I hear Michael following behind, and I feel him sit down on the bed by me.

"Please tell me what's bothering you," he begs.

"Michael.."

He places his hand under my chin and guides my head up, forcing me to look into his eyes. Now he can see my tears.

"Please, tell me.. wait! You're not having second thoughts on us, are you? Please, god no--"

"No, Michael. Of course I'm not having second thoughts. I love you.." I kiss his cheek. "More than anything in this world."

I stroke his cheek, right where I just kissed, and Michael smiles sweetly.

"And I love you too.. but can you at least tell me what's wrong?" he does the old puppy dog eyes on me.

I can't resist that face.

"Ok.." I take a deep breath. "When I went out to get my dress, with Janet and Emma, a couple weeks ago, in the dressing room, I was standing in front of the mirror, and Janet and Emma went off somewhere and.. they were there, they were all there, Michael.."

"Who was there, baby?"

"My family.. my mum, dad.. my brother Jack.. and my grandmother.. they were all there--"

"Listen, sweetheart, we've got a big day today. It would have been your conscience playing games with you--"

"No! I saw them all, Michael! They were all there! Mum was touching my shoulder, dad was holding me by my back, Jack was ruffling my hair.. and grandmother was there, assuring me that everything will be alright.."

"Becky, maybe your mind is playing games, but look, it's perfectly normal to imagine your lost family is here with you, ok? It's perfectly norm--"

"No! It isn't my mind! They were there!" I retort angrily.

My own husband-to-be doesn't believe me! I saw them!

"Look! Don't shout at me! I'm tryna help you, I know it's hard not having your family, but you've gotta accept that they are never, ever coming back!"

Those words hit me like a ton of bricks.. they're never coming back! Michael just used one sentence to sum up my entire mind's path of thought!

But what he's just said hurt me. It wasn't what he said, it was the way he said it. He said it so insensitively, like the loss of my family is nothing.

That hurts.

"I know they aren't coming back, Michael! Congratulations, you can state the obvious at a grade one level!"

I storm out of the room, tears streaming down my face.

All I can hear in my head now is the sound of Michael's cries. "Wait! I'm sorry!"

And.. I feel dizzy. I feel lightheaded. My vision has gone blurry. I feel sick.

Everything in front of me, it looks like it has its own duplicate. That's how bad it is.

I run into the bathroom, just because it's away from Michael, and, y'know.. just in case I'm sick. I certainly feel that way.

I hover over the sink, bowing my head to try and rid the dizziness. I hear the door slam, and a gentle grasp on my arm.

"Baby, are you ok? You look real sick," it's Michael.

I try to turn my head, but I can't even see properly. What's wrong with me?

"I.. I don't feel so good.." I say weakly.

Michael props me up with his arms, making sure I don't fall. Even when I'm mad at him, he's so sweet.

"I'll ring the doctor.." Michael takes his phone from his pocket, and dials the number.

All I can concentrate on is the dizziness. That's all I can feel. I have Michael's arm, still holding me still, but that's all that's keeping me upright. If he lets go, I'll fall to the floor, undoubtably.

A moment later, Michael comes off the phone, and looks back at me.

"Don't worry, the doctor's coming," he says.

Even his voice is becoming muffled now. I'm so dizzy. Michael's still keeping me upright, he hasn't let go yet.

"C'mon, let's get you sat down," he says, before lifting me up over his shoulder, and walking us to the door.

He places his hand on the doorknob, and twists it to open it. My vision is coming back a little more now, and I can see. But I still feel sick.

"Uh.. Becky?" Michael calls guiltily.

"What..?" My voice is weak-sounding.

"Hmm.. how can I put this? The door won't open, and we're locked inside. We're gonna have to wait for the doctor to get here.."

"What? The door's.. we're locked in here?" I ask. Michael nods.

"I'm afraid so.. we're gonna have to stay here til the doctor comes," he says.

"Wait.. that's ok.. it gives me a chance to relax a few moments.."

Michael sets me down, I can stand on my own now.

"How're you feeling?" Michael asks.

I smile faintly. "Better, but still not great. We need to get ready for the wedding!"

I panic, and Michael places his hands on either side of my waist.

"Calm down, calm down! Look, once we're out, we can start then, we still got another seven hours!" he tells me.

I nod slowly. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. We still got seven hours yet.."

We hear the door bell go.

"Come in!" Michael shouts at the top of his voice.

We hear the door downstairs open, and a faint call. "Where are you, Mr. Jackson?"

"In the bathroom! We're locked in!" Michael calls.

We hear footsteps coming upstairs. Then, a knock on the bathroom door.

"Are you in here, Mr. Jackson?"

"Yes! Can you get in from the outside?" Michael asks.

We hear the other side of the door handle click a little, and we see it move a little from our side, but then we hear a sigh. "No! I can't get in!"

"God damnit! Can you get help or something, please?" Michael asks in a panic.

"Uh.. have you got a phone or something I can use? I left mine at the office, how stupid I am!"

"Yeah, I'll slide it under the door!"

Michael slides his phone under the door, and we hear the doctor pick it up and talk into the phone.

"Yeah, there's a couple here, trapped in their bathroom.. I came to treat one of them, they rang in sick.. I can't get in myself! Yes, please come quick, thank you," the doctor says on the other side of the door, obviously talking to some sorta fire station guy.

"We're getting you help!" the doctor says.

"Thank you!" I call.

"What did you call me about?" the doctor asks.

"My fiancée is sick, we needed you to check her out, cos she's pregnant, and it isn't morning sickness," Michael responds.

"How far along is she with her pregnancy?" the doctor asks.

"Uh.. 8 and a half months," I say weakly.

"Have you felt any minor contractions before today?"

"Uh.. no, sir," I say.

"Have you felt any at all?"

"No, nothing," my voice is getting louder, more normal now.

Thank god.

"Alright, and when did the sickness feeling start?"

"Just about ten minutes ago, maybe before that."

"I wouldn't say it's anything to worry about, Miss Costello. Have you still got the sickness feeling or any signs of dizziness?"

"No, it's almost gone, I think. I'm sorry to have wasted your time, sir."

"That's quite alright. Better safe than sorry, right? If you need me, call me," he says.

"Thanks, doctor," Michael shouts from our side of the door.

"I'll wait around for the firefighters, then I'll go," the doctor says.

"Alright, thank you."

Michael and I wait on our side of the door, bored to high hell and back.

We're meant to be getting married today, and we're trapped in the bathroom. Terrific.

"Should we play a game to pass the time..?" Michael asks.

"What are we, five years old?" I ask with a chuckle.

"No, I'm in my late 20s--"

"30s."

"Alright, so I'm in my thirties, and you're in your mid-20s. So what if we play a game?"

Michael's argument makes mine invalid.

"Alright then," I say.

"We gotta take it in turns to say the most crazy things we can, alright?" Michael suggests.

"Alright, that sounds fun," I smile. "But you first."

"Ok.. I'm getting married to the most beautiful girl in the world, today!"

"Aww.. and I'm getting married to the most handsome man in the world."

"We are locked in the bathroom, with a doctor standing outside the room!"

"Me and my fiancé once hated each other!"

Michael takes some time to think.

"Hmm, that's a good one.. can I top it?" he asks with a chuckle.

"You can try," I taunt.

Michael's face lights up as he finally thinks of one.

"I'm having a child with my beautiful girl extremely soon!" Michael says.

I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my stomach, and I clutch it in agony, wincing in pain.

I scream out, and Michael's face expresses a look of worry. I try to breathe, and I turn to Michael to say my 'crazy' sentence.

"And I think that child is coming sooner than planned. My waters just broke..!"

Author's note: OOO, looks like Ryder will be arriving soon! Yay! And, were you expecting that? It tooks me three days to figure that one out! :D