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Faazila smiled as she walked into school with little Yoona in her arms. It was just a half day, so she was okay to bring the little bundle with her. Besides, Yoona loved being around the students and the staff. It was impossible for people to not love her. Just give the baby a paint bottle tightly sealed, she'll be the happiest. Her giggles, her little babbles made everyone smile. She indeed was the light wherever she went.

She sat her daughter down on her baby chair and started with her class. Yoona had her tiny earmuffs on so that the noise wouldn't scare her. She played on her own and at times looked around and smiled and waved as she made eye contact with the students who were in front of her as her mother took her class.

Haechan was at school on time to pick his favourite women up. Yoona bounced up and down the moment she was in her father's arms. Faazila only chuckled. She really was daddy's little girl. The maknae amongst the NCT Baby squad. Most loved among her uncles and aunts.

Haechan and Faazila had already decided on having ruby wedding rings since they both liked red. Her's was a huge pear shaped ruby that was surrounded by small diamonds and the band that had diamonds as well. Haechan's was a thick platinum band that had small rubies embedded in it at proper intervals. So, that was why the wedding cake was going to be the colour that matched their wedding bands.

It was mid-afternoon and by the time they reached Dee's bakery and Faazila was exhausted. Little miss Lee had been a handful today. They saw Dee sitting at one of the tables with a few books and her tab.

"Yo CEO!" Haechan called out.

"Sit down my dear children" she smiled and stole Yoona the moment the child squirmed in her mother's arms.

"She really likes you" he smiled.

"Because I'm the one who has spoiled her the most" she smiled, pouting at the baby.

"Lemme go get the rice crackers. She loves them. You guys look around the catalogues, magazines and our regulars. We can customise if you have anything else in mind to add on" she got off her seat and walked into the kitchen with Yoona.

A few minutes later, the couple looked up to see their daughter giggling as she played with her cracker and kept poking Dee's face with it. Behind Dee, a few waiters walked in pushing a cart that was filled with snacks and drinks.

"So, shall we get started?" she asked and winced when the cracker made contact with her skin.

"I've the cakes in mind. You can ask him what he's going for with his bachelor's. He never tells me" Faazila spoke, waving off.

"You both are so cute" she laughed "so, let's go with the groom first. I know his will be quicker" she smiled.

"Okay" Haechan leaned forward, rubbing his palms "just a cake shaped into a beer barrel with doll figures of some of us around it and on top of the barrel. It can be us either fallen or steady. But the twenty three of us have to be there" he said.

"Y'all ever been steady with beer?" she scoffed.

"Well after a few bottles.. we.." he drifted off, scratching his head.

"Boy, remember who you're talking to" she smirked.

"Okay, I surrender" he sat back, throwing his hands up in the air.

"But Johnny hyung is quite steady" he said to which she just shrugged.

He laughed when he saw his daughter suck on the cracker. His little toothless princess looked so focused with her nose scrunched, lip smacking noises, her drool dripping down her chin. She then pulled the cracker out of her mouth and squished the soaked part in her tiny fist, bouncing a little in excitement and then let out an annoyed garble as the crunchy part just crumbled into powder in her fists. She sipped on her water and continued to groan with her brows furrowed.

"Here, play with some more" Dee chuckled, giving two more and wiped the drool off her chin and cheeks, making Yoona squeal, pointing it up in the air.

"She's definitely going to sleep longer" Faazila laughed.

"I told you, we could drop her off at my parent's place" he sighed.

"Shut up. It's good you bought her. Let her look around" Dee shushed them.

"Okay, so would suits or casuals look good?" he asked.

"Suits. Half done. Definitely a 50-50 haggard look. Like a mess" she smirked, pulling her tab.

She moved the pen across the screen laughing and minutes later, she turned around to show them the draft after she was done. The two burst out laughing and gave an accepting nod.

"Okay, now to the bride. Tell me what you got in mind" she smiled.

"For the bachelorette, I was thinking, not a big cake. But a good size. A grey mirror glaze cake. Like white as the base. How about cloud, anchor and charcoal for the glaze?" Faazila asked "and oh, some gold leaf specs please" she grinned.

"More of the lighter one, right?" Dee asked, noting down.

"Yep" she nodded.

"Okay, I guess I can handle that. We can use pink lillies and some dried buds with the stem. Do you want a doll on top or like a 'Bride To Be' sign screwed in?" she asked.

"Screwing in.. nuna.." he dragged.

"Shut up, you pervert" she hissed, gritting her teeth and covered little Yoona's ears  "have some decency. Your baby is here" she sighed, leaning back into her seat.

"That's how she happened" he shrugged off in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Stop!" she snapped, wiping off the drool that was dribbling down her niece's chin.

"It is what it is" he smirked with a shrug.

"Okay, I give up. Let me be precise. To be.. I'm not saying anything. You know what I'm trying to say" she groaned.

"Bride to be carved in chocolate. In cursive. Paint it in gold please" Faazila smiled.

"Cool" she smiled "the wedding cake?" she asked.

"The colour of ruby!" Faazila replied.

"What?" she asked.

"Like a ruby coloured wedding cake" Faazila replied.

"Totally red?" she asked.

"Yeah" Faazila nodded.

"Zee, you know that it's not going to go well with your forest themed wedding right?" she sighed "you can have the red, but not whole" she said.

"So.." Faazila looked on "what do you have in mind?" she asked.

"What do you have in mind?" Dee asked.

"A four tier cake. Nothing fancy. But elegant. Like something like this" she pulled out her sketchbook and showed it to Dee.

It was a lovely four tier cake. The bottom layer had fondant that had petal like ruffles. To make it simple, the most intricate pleats placed layer by layer on top of each other to perfection. That's how it looked. Or, to make it even more simple, it may sound gross, but the best way to put it out. The pattern of black fungus on a tree. But in a tinier and prettier way. More artistic since it was by her best friend. She was sure that this was not what she was thinking about when she drew the patterns and she was not going to say it out.
The other three layers were quite plain. The second layer was plain, so was the fourth. She could see a band going around the three layers and knew that it was a satin ribbon that matched the colour of the fondant.Well, the third layer had intricate flower designs in white edible paint. A thin decorated fondant piece that had their initials written. Lilies on the top of second and fourth layer.

"Okay, we can keep the layout. But just make itty bitty slight changes" Dee smiled.

"Tell me about it" she smiled, nodding her head.

"Okay, so.." Dee smiled, running her fingers through baby Yoona's hair who was now fast asleep on her lap.

Dee pulled her pad "We keep the bottom layer red, ruby red, the colour you want with marshmallow fondant. Same for the intricate patterns as well. The top three layers, let's keep it white fondant. I will give them a thin coat of gold paint to, give it a little bit of a metallic finish and make it look grand and glamorous. White edible paint floral designs like you wanted and a the fondant with your initials painted. Satin ribbon, metallic white. We can add blood orchids along with oriental lilies. The red shade" she spoke as she kept drawing and shading.

She showed them the draft design of the cake she had drawn. She had kept the important elements, but made just subtle minute changes.

"Looks good" Faazila smiled.

"So, about the flowers" she said "what kind do you want on your cake?" she asked.

"What kind are there?" Haechan asked.

"Real flowers. Silk flowers. Sugar flowers" she replied "and I'm listing these cost wise, respectively" she said.

"Wait, so sugar flowers are more expensive than silk flowers?" Faazila squeaked.

"Yep" she nodded.

"How?" Faazila asked.

"It's because the sugar flowers that are customised by you customers are handcrafted by us. No machine. It's just us. Our hands. Our fingers. Our skill. Our focus. That's why it's expensive. More the flowers, the more costlier it gets" she explained.

"So, the gaudy bride went for a lower price then! I'm such an idiot" Faazila facepalmed herself.

"You still remember that depressed attitude of a woman from two years ago?" she groaned, massaging her temples "can we not talk about her? And she did change the flowers to sugar ones from silk. It went whooping! Didn't you see that the cake and the wedding made headlines. Front page news" she breathed out.

"That one? Yeah, I did" Haechan said, vaguely remembering the news.

"One of the most terrible experiences I've ever had" she sighed.

"Nuna, have you ever dropped a cake?" he asked.

"No! Please don't say that. By god's grace, my team and I have not dropped a single cake" she looked like she was going to cry.

"So, silk ones are actually not so expensive" Faazila said, shaking her head.

"Yes ma'am" she nodded.

"What's the benefit?" Faazila asked "and real flowers?" she asked.

"Real flowers is a no no. Since you both are having a spring outdoor wedding, the flowers will wilt to the temperature since it'll be getting warmer then and won't hold on even for few hours after the wedding ceremony. And there are certain flowers that are toxic to human body. The ones that are edible can only be consumed in tiny bits. And since there will be a lot of flowers because the budget is too low, the guests would want more. And we don't want sick people the day after the wedding, do we? So, no. And, we also need to make sure they're pesticide free. Why the hassle? So, rejected.
With the silk flowers, you obviously can't eat them. They look more realistic. Doesn't fade. Doesn't wilt. Holds shape well. No fragrance. We do add a sheet on top the fondant where the flowers will be placed to reduce damage. You can collect the flowers and keep them as a memory from your beautiful, amazing wedding.
So, last but not least. The sugar flowers. They look super realistic as well, but can fade. With the paint and metallic dust given as minute details, it can fade. No fragrance again. Definitely, obviously edible. Holds shape amazingly well because it hardens. But, the only difference is, these are done by hand. By us and it takes hell lot of time.
I've explained you the differences and the reasons why the cost differ. Upto you to choose" Dee smiled as she breathed out in a loud whoosh, finishing her explanation.

"Sugar ones. I want to eat the flowers. No silk. I don't want anyone seeing my beautiful wedding flowers in a vase at home. I don't share things that are only supposed to remain with ourselves" Faazila said.

"Okay then, sugar flowers it is" Dee quipped.

"Yep" the couple nodded.

"Zee, I'm sorry" Dee sighed.

She truly looked apologetic. It worried her. What had her friend done that she was apologising to her for? She looked at Haechan, who looked just as confused.

"What for?" she asked, worried.

"You'll know. I'll tell you. I just hope you don't get mad" Dee said, lips pursed.

She looked at her brother who just signalled her to relax. Haechan had read Faazila's journal where she had penned down how she had wanted her dream wedding to be. Though she was a Muslim, she had always wanted a Christian wedding. Her long white wedding dress and a long trained veil as she she slowly walked down the aisle to the altar with her father with a smile with white rose and baby breath bouquet in her hand. Her eyes set on the man she loved with each step she took closer to him. Vows or not, didn't matter. She had wanted a forest themed wedding. Fairy lights that hung above them, tangled branch to branch and trunk to trunk. White hydrangeas on the arch at the altar. The guests, limited. Just the very most important people. No crowds. The cake, the setting of the reception. The song for their first dance. He was going to give it all to her. Every single thing she wanted. And he definitely needed help. And that was when he took his nuna's help. He wasn't ashamed to ask for a helping hand. And till now, it was going on the right track.

"Forgiven" she smiled.

"Thanks" Dee smiled "so, shall we go ahead and have you both taste the samples for your wedding cake?" she asked.

"Let's do it!" Haechan laughed. He for sure was excited to get married.

"You sure are excited" she laughed.

"Who'd not be, when it's this beautiful woman?" he grinned like a hopeless lover.

"Okay, now stop the grinning. It's creepy" she shook her head, shuddering.

"Hasn't hyung ever given you that grin? He sure does a lot of that these days" he smirked.

"That's even more creepy" she shook her head, sighing "are you going to taste them or not? Or do you want me to add salt in every single layer and the frosting and fondant and the decorations?" she snapped.

"Okay, alright" he raised his hands, surrendering.

Dee pressed a buzzer and a sous chef walked out from the kitchen doors, rolling a cart that had varieties of flavoured cake slices. The cake samples did look amazing and ready to gobble.

"Take your time to try them. Sweet and sweet don't go together. Drink some water and relax your palates" Dee smiled, swaying her body, rocking the baby when she squirmed a little.

There were ten flavours. White vanilla bean, carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, chocolate-vanilla marble, strawberry and cream, white cake with raspberry cream, dark chocolate champagne, lemon cake, red velvet with cream cheese frosting, pistachio nut and tiramisu. The couple took their sweet time trying on to the cakes and definitely had different reactions to each cake.

"We'll go with this one" Faazila said, pointing at the chocolate-vanilla marble cake.

"Is this the cake you're settling for? Final?" she asked.

"Yes" Faazila nodded.

"Pakka?" she asked.

"Yes! Yes!" Faazila replied, annoyed at her friend.

"You're annoyed already? You got so much more to do" she shook her head.

"A small cake for Yoona too. That matches ours" Faazila said, taking Yoona from Dee.

"I'll surprise you with it" she smiled.

"Bye now" Fazzila smiled.

"Bye nuna, thank you" Haechan smiled.

"Bye" she waved at the cute little family that walked out of her bakery.

"Shall we go on a date? It's been so long" Haechan asked as they sat into the car.

"It's a good idea" she smiled.

"Can't wait" he leaned to kiss her cheek and the engine roared to life.

It was late evening, Yoona was left in the care of Jisung, Sungchan and Chenle. Yoona was very much used to her uncles, she hardly missed her parents.

Haechan and Faazila walked into an empty restaurant. One that Haechan had booked just for them. She didn't even want to know what he had ordered. She was okay with anything. She had done everything she could to mend to his taste. She didn't care. She was ready to do anything he liked. Even though the news of their wedding had gotten out, his dating rumours hadn't stopped.

Why?!

Was she not worth it? Didn't she deserve happiness? Couldn't she be someone he would want? She knew she definitely didn't fit the Korean beauty standards. She was not even Korean to begin with. She was not a celebrity. She was a normal South Asian tanned Muslim girl who was an art teacher. Who was nothing close to the standard of the women he had been with and must be with. She may not be as beautiful as them, but she was beautiful to herself. In her eyes. Haechan had proven it to her that she was the one for him. His love for her was too pure and true. But that didn't stop her insecurities. He was too good for her. Was she good enough for him? They were getting married in six months and here she was, having these thoughts. She couldn't stop them. She felt her eyes well up, vision blur, her fists crushing the soft expensive tablecloth in her tight grip as her teeth gritted.

"Baby are you okay?" Heachan asked as he watched her breathe hard.

"Why are we doing this Donghyuck?" she asked.

His eyes snapped to hers. She didn't call him Donghyuck at normal times. It was only when they made love or when he was in deep trouble. And when was in labour and birth time with Yoona. And now, with her tone, he knew he was in trouble.

"What do you mean by 'why'?" he asked, his voice laced with fear.

"Why me?" she asked, her tone low.

"Beary, I don't understand" he shook his head.

"Why me of all women?" she screamed, standing up "why someone like me?" she sobbed, pointing at herself.

"Baby.." he stood up and walked to her.

"When you could have anyone. Fall in love and cherish anyone. Anyone who got all that light skin tone, alluring, bewitching, nymph like amazing features. Of all that you had to choose me. Me who is a nothing, who can not even reach your standards. Someone who is nothing like them. You still are pulled into those rumours. Even after us being engaged for two whole years. Even after we had Yoona. You look so good with them. Do we even look as good as that? Do we even look as good as your hyungs with their wives?" she sobbed, clutching and hitting her chest.

She had never said the last part. The wives were too beautiful, it made her feel outcasted. They were all so kind and loving, but still had her heart shattering. They were all from big wealthy families. The kind who matched men like him. She.. she was a normal Sri Lankan girl, who was nothing like any of them. But still, why couldn't she be happy like them? Was it wrong to hope and want to be happy?

"Baby" he pulled her to him "I love you and only you. You need to understand that. This is how the industry runs baby" he whispered, wiping her tears.

"I can't do this. I'm not good enough for you" she pushed him away "let's break up" she whispered pulling away, her sobs growing louder.

"I am not letting you go! Do you want me to retire from the industry to prove it to you? Is that how you're going believe my love for you? Want to move out of the country?" he snapped, pulling her back to him.

His nuna's fears were coming true. The cursed moment from six and a half years ago. It was going to happen. To leave one to keep the other. That was what Mark had done. But, he had sworn that he'd keep both. Now, it didn't seem possible. Seeing his woman hurt, tore him on the inside. Is that how Mark had left? He'd always choose her and only her. He loved her. And always would. She had to know. She had to understand that. She was his girlfriend. His fiancé and the mother of his daughter. He looked on as the thoughts clouded his head, she staggered, her breathing ragged and she fell to the floor.

The next morning she woke up with a jerk sitting, but fell back to the bed as there was something that held onto her waist like a band of steel. She wanted to get away, but the tight grip was too tight for her strength. That was when last night's argument came crashing down to her memory. He said he'd quit. Quit everything for her. She was not someone who wanted that. She was not that selfish and evil. Now she really wanted to get away. And she was hungry too. She hadn't eaten anything. And.. so had he.

"I am not letting you go" she heard his sleepy voice.

"I'm hungry" she sighed.

"I love you" he said.

"I'm hungry" she said again.

"Do you want to cancel the wedding?" he asked, still holding onto her.

"Where's Yoona?" she asked.

"Answer me" he said, taking off his arm.

He was now sitting up, staring down at her. That intense gaze of his made her want to drown. He could see right through her and she knew it. She was just too readable, unlike him. But she had learnt to.

"Do you want to cancel the wedding?" he asked again.

No reply.

"Do you want to break up?" he asked.

No reply.

"Answer me Beary" his voice was so soft, she could melt. She wanted to cry.

"No" her voice came out weak.

"Baby, I love you okay. You're the only one for me. Ever since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are the most beautiful woman ever. You are the most pure existence I've ever seen. The most cheerful, the most goofy, dorky, one of the most loved sisters and sister in law. The best mother and the best would be daughter in law. We've been together for so long. We had our little miracle Yoona, you still doubt me?" his fingers traced her chin and tapped her nose. He knew she loved it when he did that.

"No one's like you. No one can ever be. Please believe me and understand. Those rumours mean nothing to me beautiful. We can leave if you want to" he whispered.

"Don't you dare!" she snapped "don't you even think of letting go of something you've loved and been so passionate about for so long" she spoke as she sat up.

"I love you" he pulled her into his embrace.

"Love you too" she whispered, hugging him back.

"Where's Yoona?" she asked.

"Jaemin and Jieun" he replied, pulling away.

"Let's go get her! You let her stay away for a whole night?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"You passed out. I bought you back after I spoke to Seri hyungsu. You needed rest baby" he said.

"Okay, can we please go get our daughter now?" she asked.

"They're probably on their way here" he smiled, leaning down to peck her forehead.

The doorbell rang and he grinned walking out of the room. She definitely had to get a grip of herself. No more insecurities. She trusted him. She loved him more than anything in the world. He loved her too. How stupid was she?

Six months passed like it was the snap of fingers. The final decorations and settings were happening. The pre-wedding photo shoots had taken place and it was all splendid. The only thing left was to click couple photos in the wedding dress. There was a flower garden right behind the wedding altar. Their Korean traditional wedding was held two weeks before the actual wedding date. They didn't want to stress themselves up by putting all the traditions and customs together. Faazila's family were all there. They were so in love with their little granddaughter. It was their wedding day today and both ends were definitely not doing well. And also a reminder, it was their daughter's birthday too.

"Can we just get over with this? I need to see my daughter and wish her a happy birthday" Haechan snapped as he walked around his suite nervously.

"Oh, to see this boy like this" Doyoung laughed.

"Stop making fun of my handsome brother. It's his day today" Dee walked in with some pastries" "eat some" she said.

"You still need to get changed" Jaehyun said.

There's still fifteen minutes. I'll go check on the rest" she said, walking out in a jiffy and Johnny just sighed.

"How much longer?" he groaned.

"Fifteen minutes" Johnny said, looking at his watch "five minutes after that, you can see your bride" he smiled.

"Twenty minutes till I see her?" Haechan fake sobbed.

"You can see Yoona though. She's with Shreya" Mark smiled, looking at his phone.

"Is he nervous or desperate to get married?" Yuta laughed.

"I am desperate to get married" Haechan shook his head.

Haechan happily FaceTimed his daughter wishing her a happy birthday as that was the only way he could pass time and get a glimpse of his daughter and also have a good ear and vision on how chaotic it was on the other side. But the bridesmaids managed to cover the bride from the desperate eyes of desperate groom. Finally, it was time and Haechan walked out of his suite happily but not before his groomsmen walked before him to let everyone know it was time to witness the most amazing wedding that was going to take place. Faazila sat munching on a chocolate bar to ease her nerves. The women running the room, chitter chatters going on across the room, the stylists and makeup artists doing their final touch ups on her.

"Guys! What is it?" Faazila asked.

"It's time" Genji squealed.

"Okay" she breathed out.

Sooyoung, Jenna and Yui worked on the little cart that Yoona will be riding, holding the rings. They made Yoona sit on it and she laughed at the three of her aunts. Jieun checked on Jiwoo who was heavily pregnant, but was okay.

Jihoon, Jaehyun's three year old son and Ichika, Yuta's one year daughter were the flower girl and flower boy. They were made to sit on a cart as well and were supposed to be out of the suite before their mothers and aunts. That was when Faazila's father walked in and watched with a smile as his daughter got ready for the last touch ups.

"You ready kiddo?" he asked, walking to where his daughter was seated.

"I am dada" she smiled at him through the mirror.

She got up facing him and held his hands tight. She really didn't know what she was feeling at the moment. By now, all the women and girls were out and she breathed out in a whoosh. Her father patted her back as he patiently waited for his princess to get back her posture.

"Shall we?" he asked, nudging her.

She smiled, linking her arm with his, her white rose and baby breath bouquet in the other hand. Her eyes spoke volumes as she looked around. Fairy lights that hung above them, tangled branch to branch and trunk to trunk. The green thick canopy that sheltered them. Steaks out sunlight making its way through. White hydrangeas on the arch at the altar. It looked mystical. All the guests, her close friends, family and students smiling at her. Her smile as wide as ever when she saw her love standing at the other end. At the altar with the Priest next to him. The men on either side with their women. she was living her dream. Her fairy tale. This was the wedding she wanted. The one she had journaled. She felt her eyes well up, but blinked them away when she saw her man nod his head in negative. She put on a smile as she finally was close enough to reach for his hand that's was already waiting to take hers. She felt herself at ease as she stood next to him.
Haechan couldn't take his eyes off his bride. She was the most beautiful woman ever. The dress, the long veil, her minimal jewellery. She was just so fine, so fine herself. He had won in life. He was the luckiest man ever.

"Take care of my little Princess, young man" her father smiled.

"I will sir. Trust me" he nodded with a genuine smile.

THEY WERE GETTING MARRIED!

FINALLY!

They watched their daughter sit on a motor cart what was operated by Sooyoung as she rode closer to her parents. The little tot smiled and turned a little hyper as she saw her parents. Oohs and aahs and awws were heard as they adored the little baby. Taeyong lifted her up in his arms the moment she reached close to her parents. The rings were taken from her hands and were given to Miyoung, who was behind Faazila.

"Happy first birthday baby!" Haechan pecked his daughter's forehead.

"Happy birthday my miracle" Faazila smiled, tickling her daughter.

"I will make this quick, since that was what the groom asked for" the priest said to which there was loud roar of laughter.

"Do you, Lee Donghyuck, take Faazila Raiza to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health? Will you love and honour her for all the days of your life?" he asked.

"Yes, I do" Haechan answered with a smile.

"Do you, Faazila Raiza, take Lee Donghyuck to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health? Will you love and honour him for all the days of your life?" he asked.

"Yes, I do" she replied.

"You may kiss the bride" the priest smiled.

Loud cheers and whistles were heard as Haechan pulled her face to his as their lips met for a brief moment.

"I'm not going to show them how it's done. Save it for later" he smirked against her lips and then pulled away to peck her forehead.

She hummed in response, leaning into his warmth. They could camera shutters going off and cared the least. The rings were exchanged and they could only smile at how amazing it looked on their fingers. Haechan took Yoona from Taeyong and both of them held her in between them. They were complete. They had married on their daughter's birthday. The day couldn't be any happier.

Soon, it was time for the reception and everyone at the tables, watching the couple sit at the farthest end. The photo shoot was long over. The couple walked forward to the centre as their song was played and literally couldn't hold in their smiles as they held onto each other's, slowly waltzing. At Last by Etta James played through the speakers. Everyone clapped and smiled as they watched the couple be in love and celebrate their love. It was a private ceremony, so there was no media. After the bride's first dance with her husband and father, it was chaos. It was a whole concert that took place.

The best time was, when it was cake cutting. Yoona didn't wait as she threw herself at her little cake, smearing the cream and fondant all over herself. It was half red and half white. The bottom part of the white cake had the red fondant petal like patterns and the top plain with one sugar lily and orchid. It looked exactly like her parents cake. Just like how her mother had imagined it to be. She bit into the cake and squished it in between her hands. She giggled as she bit into it again and they knew it was the sugar. It was getting to her. They were all glad that they had changed her into her cuter and little more simpler white onesie.

"That's what you call a cake smash!" Jisung laughed, recording his youngest niece go all out on her cake "go Yoona-ah!" he cheered.

The couple gracefully cut their cake and fed each other. Lunch was served as no one even knew that it was already night time. It was all a happy time and with everyone goofing around and literally just having the time of their lives. Friends and family spoke about the couple as tea spilled as the couple looked embarrassed as they were exposed one by one by every person they trusted and knew. Especially as their siblings threw them under the bus.

"Can't wait to get out of here and go home. Need some time with my wife. And then we leave for our honeymoon tomorrow" he whispered, his breath fanning her neck.

He was too close for her own good and she was still not used to it. Three years. They had been friends. Had dated. Gotten engaged. Had a baby. And now married, but still was not used to him being so close to her. It felt like the first time. She shivered even though she knew every inch of him.

"We're going on our honeymoon?" she gasped, clutching onto his suit collar.

"Yes baby" he chuckled, nuzzling his nose against hers "there are a lot of people to take take care of our baby, so we can relax. And why not think about a sibling for our little princess" he winked.

She blushed the deepest shade of red she could as she squirmed in her seat. He really was shameless. She pulled him closer and kissed him hard.

"I love you Mrs. Lee" he grinned, pulling away.

"I love this name!" she gasped, holding his chin in a tight grip.

"I love it too! You're mine" he smiled, tapping her nose.

"I am yours. I love you" she giggled.

"I love you too Faazila Lee" he smirked, kissing the back of her hand.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" he asked as her head rested on his shoulder.

"A lot of times. I've lost count" she gave a tired reply.

"Rest Beary" he said, patting her head.

"No, I want to remember. I may be tired, but I want to take in everything" she sighed, lacing her fingers with his.

They watched as everyone around them enjoy and it was seen that they were starting to get tired. It was time for the bouquet toss. She got up, walking to the front with her bouquet and the young ones knew it was time and crowded behind her. Faazila chuckled as she looked at the young women behind her. She did tease them a few times as she heard few annoyed scowls from behind and the laugh of the others. She finally tossed it and heard giggles and squeals. And then gasps. That was when she turned around. It was Chyou, Chenle's girlfriend of eleven years. A dolphin squeal was heard and a pair of strong arms engulfed the girl's petite frame.

"Congratulations to the next couple in line!" Ai squealed excitedly.

Just like how Chenle and Kun were super close,  Chyou and Ai were too. They hung out a lot and it was very much visible that Chyou was very much comfortable only around Ai.

Cheers of congratulations were given to the new couple and after that, everyone left for home. The new couple happily drove home, their daughter in the care of her grandparents and friends.

"I love you Mrs. Lee" he whispered, pushing her on their bed.

"I love you Mr. Lee" she smiled, pulling him closer.

"Mine. Only mine to love and cherish" she smiled, bewitched by her husband's love filled eyes.

"I love you. I will protect you and our princess. And our future children. Forever. For eternity" he smiled as their fingers laced together, binding them to eternity.

THE END!!

OKAY ZEE faazilaraiza! A CHAPTER FOR THE WEDDING!

I DID MY VERY BEST TO GIVE YOU THE WEDDING THAT YOU WANTED.. IT WAS FUN DOING RESEARCH, GOING AROUND FOR REFERENCES AND PLANNING EVERYTHING.. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT.

LOL YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY TIMES PINTREST HAS GIVEN UP ON ME 🤣🤣

BUT IT WAS ALL WORTH IT! IT WAS SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS! THANKS FOR ASKING ME AND GIVING ME AN OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE THIS.

I AM SO GLAD TO HAVE KNOWN YOU ZEE. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME.

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO TOOK THEIR TIME TO READ THIS LITTLE LONG POST BIRTHDAY DEDICATION TO MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND, THE ONE WHO HAS HYPED ME THE MOST FOR A WHILE NOW.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY WISHES AGAIN! HAVE THE MOST AMAZING YEAR EVER!

SO.. NOW THIS BOOK OFFICIALLY ENDS. HOPE YOU HAD FUN ALONG WITH ME ON THIS RIDE.

LOVE YOU SO MUCH 🤍♥️