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Did You Dance At My Wedding?, prompt #37 (wedding)
Title: Did You Dance at My Wedding?
Summary: A discussion of kissing and dancing leads to memories of Joe and Allison’s wedding.
Prompt: #37 (wedding)
Author: Sarah-Beth (memorysdaughter)
Rating: PG
Character(s): Allison, Joe, Ariel, Bridgette, Marie
Spoilers: prior to Season Five finale!
Word Count: 360
Did You Dance at My Wedding?
“Mom?”
“Yes, Bridgette?”
“When Marie gets married, am I allowed to do the chicken dance?”
Allison looked up. “I guess you could.”
“I am not getting married!” Marie said indignantly, a milk mustache decorating her face.
“But you said you really, really liked Jimmy Olveri and…”
“Bridge!” Ariel said.
“What?”
“Some things you don’t need to tell Mom.”
“It’s not like it was a secret!” Bridgette said. “She told me last night when we were brushing our teeth.”
Allison smiled.
“I’m not gonna marry Jimmy Olveri,” Marie said, and stuck her tongue out at Bridgette.
“But…” Bridgette looked confused. “But… don’t you haveta marry a boy if you kiss him?”
“No,” Ariel said disgustedly.
“Oh, good,” Bridgette said, sounding relieved. “So I don’t have to marry Cameron Kessler?”
Allison put a bowl of applesauce in front of Marie. “What’s all this nonsense about kissing?”
“I didn’t kiss Jimmy Olveri,” Marie said solemnly, looking up at her mother with big eyes.
“When did you kiss Cameron Kessler?” Ariel asked Bridgette.
“The other day next to the bike rack,” Bridgette said.
“Eww,” Marie said.
“It was just on his cheek.”
“Mom?”
“Yeah, Marie?”
“Did you do the chicken dance when you married Daddy?”
“No,” Allison said, smiling. “No, we didn’t do the chicken dance.”
“We did the Hustle,” Joe said, buttoning his shirt cuffs as he came into the kitchen.
“Gross,” Ariel said, and rolled her eyes.
“What’s the bustle?” Marie asked.
“It’s a dance mommies and daddies do,” Bridgette said knowingly.
Allison grinned and kissed Joe on the cheek. “You looked awfully handsome that day, Mr. DuBois.”
“And you were a stunner too, Mrs. DuBois.”
“Didn’t you even want to do the chicken dance?” Bridgette asked.
“The chicken dance didn’t exist when they got married,” Ariel said.
Allison gave Joe one last, long kiss. It was true – the chicken dance didn’t exist on her wedding day. In fact, most things hadn’t existed; it was just her and Joe, and the big blue sky, the sun shining down like it knew that someday years later they’d sit around the breakfast table, trying to remember exactly how they started in the first place.
Summary: A discussion of kissing and dancing leads to memories of Joe and Allison’s wedding.
Prompt: #37 (wedding)
Author: Sarah-Beth (memorysdaughter)
Rating: PG
Character(s): Allison, Joe, Ariel, Bridgette, Marie
Spoilers: prior to Season Five finale!
Word Count: 360
Did You Dance at My Wedding?
“Mom?”
“Yes, Bridgette?”
“When Marie gets married, am I allowed to do the chicken dance?”
Allison looked up. “I guess you could.”
“I am not getting married!” Marie said indignantly, a milk mustache decorating her face.
“But you said you really, really liked Jimmy Olveri and…”
“Bridge!” Ariel said.
“What?”
“Some things you don’t need to tell Mom.”
“It’s not like it was a secret!” Bridgette said. “She told me last night when we were brushing our teeth.”
Allison smiled.
“I’m not gonna marry Jimmy Olveri,” Marie said, and stuck her tongue out at Bridgette.
“But…” Bridgette looked confused. “But… don’t you haveta marry a boy if you kiss him?”
“No,” Ariel said disgustedly.
“Oh, good,” Bridgette said, sounding relieved. “So I don’t have to marry Cameron Kessler?”
Allison put a bowl of applesauce in front of Marie. “What’s all this nonsense about kissing?”
“I didn’t kiss Jimmy Olveri,” Marie said solemnly, looking up at her mother with big eyes.
“When did you kiss Cameron Kessler?” Ariel asked Bridgette.
“The other day next to the bike rack,” Bridgette said.
“Eww,” Marie said.
“It was just on his cheek.”
“Mom?”
“Yeah, Marie?”
“Did you do the chicken dance when you married Daddy?”
“No,” Allison said, smiling. “No, we didn’t do the chicken dance.”
“We did the Hustle,” Joe said, buttoning his shirt cuffs as he came into the kitchen.
“Gross,” Ariel said, and rolled her eyes.
“What’s the bustle?” Marie asked.
“It’s a dance mommies and daddies do,” Bridgette said knowingly.
Allison grinned and kissed Joe on the cheek. “You looked awfully handsome that day, Mr. DuBois.”
“And you were a stunner too, Mrs. DuBois.”
“Didn’t you even want to do the chicken dance?” Bridgette asked.
“The chicken dance didn’t exist when they got married,” Ariel said.
Allison gave Joe one last, long kiss. It was true – the chicken dance didn’t exist on her wedding day. In fact, most things hadn’t existed; it was just her and Joe, and the big blue sky, the sun shining down like it knew that someday years later they’d sit around the breakfast table, trying to remember exactly how they started in the first place.
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