|posted on 6-Nov-2001 11:28:53 AM|
|I finally finished it.|
The long awaited Part 2 of The Return. I hope you like it. Here it is:
The Return: Part 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em I just mess with their heads.
Summary: Alternate universe. What would have happened if Michael didn’t have the sense to come off the ship to stay.
Authors’ note: Please give me feedback. Also, I’m working on a sequel and other pieces. I know the names are kind of stupid, but what can I say, I like interesting names. I based a lot of this on the Fan Forum thread on Liz’s importance to alien mythology.
Feedback: Please!!!!!!! TabascaGurl⊕aol.com
Distribution: usually ask and ye shall receive, but first e-mail TabascaGurl⊕aol.com with a link to the site and a little bit about it.
May 10, 2012
I can’t believe it. I thought this day would never come. My wedding day. Today I’m getting married to Max. I am going to officially be Queen Elizabeth Claudia Evans. Screw feminism, I’ve wanted to be Mrs. Max Evans my whole life, I’m not going to give that up now. The wedding is going to be perfect. Maria would have been my maid of honor, but it’s a double wedding. She’s going to be Princess Maria Amy DeLuca-Guerin. Princess Isabel Vilandra Evans Manes, my soon-to-be sister-in-law, is the Matron of Honor, and Maria’s daughter, Princess Claudia Elissabeth Amie DeLuca-Guerin is the junior bridesmaid. My best friend from Harvard, where I went to college, Christina Ortecho, is my Maid of Honor, and Maria’s cousin, Sean’s little sister, Stephanie DeLuca, is her Maid of Honor. Princess Katrina Ava Evans Manes, my soon-to-be niece is going to be the flower girl. The bridesmaids are Maria’s back-up singers and some of my college friends. My dad is going to walk Maria and I both down the aisle.
My husband-to-be is King Maxwell Phillip Zan Evans, and Maria’s husband-to-be is Prince Michael Rathard Guerin. Max’s Best Man is his brother-in-law, Prince Alexander Manes, and his ring bearer is his son, Crown Prince Alexander Rathard Zan Evans. Michael’s Best Man is his soon-to-be cousin-in-law, Sean DeLuca, and his ring bearer is his son, Prince Michael Alexzander Seanne DeLuca-Guerin. Kyle is a groom, along Maria’s band.
The wedding is going to be perfect. I am carrying white roses and Maria is carrying red ones. My dress is very traditional. It is white satin with a train, three quarter length sleeves, and embroidered with flowers. My ring is even more beautiful. It is a platinum band with diamonds set on it. Inscribe on the inside is, “You are forever my destiny-M.E.” It matches my engagement ring, which is platinum with a solitaire diamond setting. The most beautiful part of all, though, is my tiara I will receive for becoming queen. It is made of a more refined version of the material the ship was made of. It seems to flow and is constantly changing colors to best compliment whatever I am wearing. Set in it are thousands of glittering jewels, that form two symbols, a white rose and the “V” shape that is the symbol of Antar. Of course, I won’t get that until later, because we don’t want to scare the people who don’t know.
Maria’s outfit is more modern. The dress has long, wide opening sleeves, a very simple skirt, and is backless. It is a beautiful shade of cream, which matches her skin perfectly. The headpiece is a simple floral tiara, with a sheer veil down the back. Her ring is a platinum band, with a small diamond, and all the symbols of Antar engraved on it. She asked Michael to design it. Her engagement ring is platinum with a huge diamond, right in the center. The tiara she will wear during official ceremonies is much simpler than mine. It is made of the same material, and has jewels set in the pattern of the Antarian symbol for creativity.
Isabel, Trina, and Dia will all have similar tiaras for official occasions. Max, Michael, Alex, Little Alex, and Micha also have crowns that are very much the same.
“I am proud to pronounce you husbands and wives,” the preacher said to Max and I, and Maria and Michael. This is the happiest day of my life, I thought.
Me, too. What? I thought. Then I realized Max was talking with me. I love you, he told me. I love you, too, I thought. “You may kiss the bride,” the pastor said. When Max kissed me, I could feel everything he felt. I knew it was the same for him.
Max and I led the precession down the aisle, followed by Maria and Michael. I could see all of or friends and families sitting in the aisles. Some had tears in their eyes and some were whispering to each other.
After talking with the guests, Max and I got into our limo, and Maria and Michael got into theirs. We were followed by a limo with the wedding party, and one with our families followed that. We all headed over to the reception, followed by the guests.
The reception was sooo much fun. We danced until three o’clock in the morning. The kids were adorable. I think Little Alex has a crush on Dia, personally. He has all the signs. I can tell. Max looked at me the same way when we were that age. The only difference is that Little Alex had the guts to ask her to dance with him. Micha had the overprotective big brother face on for the rest of the night.
Max looked gorgeous in his white tux that contrasted sharply with his dark features. We danced to “I Shall Believe” two times. I don’t think either of us had had that much fun ever.
After the reception, Alex and Isabel took the kids back to their hotel rooms. Max and I headed off to the honeymoon suite. Waiting for us was my tiara and Max’s crown. We tried them on and looked in the mirror. I decided to find out what Max was thinking. We are going to be the best rulers off all time, he thought. Yes, we are, I replied. What, who’s there. Well, Max, you got to invade my head during the ceremony. I think my rights as your wife say I can invade you back. I told him. My wife, I like the sound of that. So do I, husband. Then we looked at each other.
“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, Liz,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. He slowly put his tongue in my mouth, exploring it as thought he didn’t know it like the back of his hand. His arms wrapped around my waist. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he carried me over to the bed. I lifted the crown off his head and set it down. He slowly took off my tiara and set it on the bedside table, right next to his crown. This exchange went on until we were undressed. This wasn’t either of our first times, but it would be more special than anything ever before.
The next morning I woke up wrapped in Max’s arms. I slowly turned around and kissed him waking him up.
“Morning, Liz,” he said sleepy, but smiling. He began to plant kisses down my neck. I lazily nibbled on his ear. Then I looked at the clock.
“Come on sleepy head, we have to get up if we’re going to get to brunch,” I told him. I tried to get up only to have him pull me down towards him.
“Do we have to go?” he groaned.
“Come on. Don’t you want to see everybody before we leave for Hawaii?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well then you better get up, I’m gonna go take my shower.”
“Want me to help?” he asked mischievously.
“Then we’ll never get out,” I tell him laughing.
“I promise I’ll behave.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, not minding at all that he suggested this.
About an hour later we got out of the shower. Surprisingly, he did behave. He washed my hair as gently as he could. I washed him, too.
We got dressed and headed for the wedding party brunch.
The brunch looked wonderful. Everyone was sitting at the table waiting for us.
“Well, look who decided to join the party,” Alex joked. He motioned to two empty seats next to Little Alex. We sat down.
“Good morning, Dad. Good morning, Mom?” he said questioningly. I was shocked. I looked over at Max.
“Alex, I’m not sure if Liz wants you to-“
“Alex, call me whatever you want. Technically, I am your mom, but you can call me whatever you want. Liz, Mom, Elizabeth, whatever you’re comfortable with.” I interrupted.
“I just wanted to see what that would feel like. Calling someone Mom, I mean.” I realized he had never had a mom. He had his Aunt Izzy, but no mom. “I like it. Do you mind if I call you that?”
“No, sweetie, I don’t mind.” I told him.
“Okay, Mom,” he said smiling. Max entered my thoughts. Are you sure you don’t mind, he asked. Not at all, actually I like it, I told him. I looked over at Max, and he was smiling.
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