Sorry, it's been a while. Hope you like it. Sorry if it's short. I'll try to update more, if life doesn't get in the way, which it has a tendency of doing.

Greg raked his hands through his hands as he sat in the waiting room outside the vet's office. Terrible memories came flooding back, reminding him of the day his childhood dog was hit by a truck. God, how he cried. He had loved Oscar so much. Missed him even more. He felt the tears prick at his eyes, and quickly brushed them away with the swipe of his hand.

Oscar didn't make it, but Barkley had to. Morgan loved that dog, and despite their rocky start, Greg was starting to grow fond of him too. Okay, fond might have been a little strong. He barely tolerated the pooch, but he still didn't want him to die.

The ding from the bell signaling the opening door tore his attention away from his thoughts. There stood his beautiful bride, dressed in a gold dress with a headband that had sparkling pink tool trailing from it and letters attached reading "bachelorette." A matching pink sash was draped across her dress. Sara and Catherine stumbled in behind her, Catherine donning a necklace of phallic charms and Sara a cheap plastic hat. Both had a glassy-eyed look.

Morgan spotted Greg immediately, the worried expression on her face wiping away any hint of the amusement the night had probably already held.

"Greg! I just got your message. How's Barkley?" She hugged him.

"No word yet. Did I interrupt something?" He nodded in the direction of Sara and Catherine who were laughing hysterically at some inside joke. The office staff was staring at them bewildered.

Morgan turned to look at her entourage and then back to Greg.

"No, no. They are enjoying my bachelorette party much more than me. I don't think the bride is suppose to end up being the designated driver. But…well, let's just say they got a whole lot more out of the entertainment of tequila shots and dancing half naked men than I did." Greg made a face.

"You went to a strip club?" he scoffed as she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Trust me. I had no fun. All I could think about were my boys at home."

"So you're categorizing me with the dog now? That's comforting. It makes me feel really secure about my masculinity." Greg rolled his eyes making Morgan laugh.

"Aww…Baby, are you jealous?" she teased, kissing along his clenched jawline.

"No," he shivered under her touch. "Maybe a little."

A loud noise drew their focus back to Sara and Catherine who had collapsed on the floor in a heap of uncontrollable laughter after knocking over a cardboard cutout of a Great Dane reminding customers to get their annual shots.

"My bridesmaids," Morgan shook her head, smiling. "I wonder if baby showers ever get this crazy."

Greg whipped his head to face her, wide-eyed.

"Calm down," she continued. "I'm just considering how to keep these two from acting like crazy fools at future milestones…a long way off from now. I mean, if I don't disown them by then because…wow!" She shot him a teasing grin as the two women were now making inappropriate gestures with the charms on Catherine's necklace.

Fifteen minutes later, a man in scrubs called from the office door. "Mr. Sanders, please come with me."

Morgan grabbed Greg's hand as they walked toward the vet's office together, leaving Catherine and Sara, now snoring, asleep on the waiting room chairs.

"Barkley will have to wear a pet cone for a week because of the stitches." The vet held up a funnel like contraption. "But he sure have a full recovery. I'd like to keep him overnight though for observation."

"Can we see him?" Morgan asked, squeezing Greg's hand.

The vet smiled. "Of course. Although, he might be a little groggy still from the anesthesia."

He led Morgan and Greg into a small room where Barkley laid in a pen. The little dog didn't get up but wagged his tail vigorously at the sight of them. Morgan knelt beside him and rubbed his belly earning small kisses from the puppy. Greg was more cautious, petting softly behind his ear, but when the pup turned his attention to him and whimpered and nuzzled his hand, Greg couldn't help but choke back a quiet sob. Okay, maybe he was more fond of the dog than he had originally thought.

Morgan watched the interaction between them, tilting her head and cocking a smile.

"Greg Sanders, are you crying?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," he answered wiping his eyes. Morgan wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

"Whatever you say, you big softie." She lean into his ear, whispering. "You know, you're really sexy when you show this sensitive side. Want to know what would be the perfect ending to my bachelorette party?" He met her gaze. "Going home and having a personal striptease by my husband." She winked.

Greg felt his face flush. "Alright, we'll count that as number nine and cross it off the list, but hold that thought until you see your dress."

Morgan frowned holding up the frayed end of her wedding gown. Greg stood off to the side nervously watching and waiting for her reaction.

She sighed, running her fingers along the disconnected beading.

"I guess this means I'll have to wear my mother's wedding dress after all," she gave a sad smile. "She practically begged me to. But it's from the eighties, so it's kind of gaudy." She picked up her phone and scrolled, showing the image to Greg who blanched at the sight.

"This is fixable." He walked over, resting his fingers on Morgan's over the dress. A line of beads fell off in his hand. "Or maybe it's not, but we can get you a new dress. This is your day, Morgan. You deserve the best, not your mother's hand me downs."

"There's that sweet side of you again. You know, that striptease you promised could really cheer me up right now." She placed her hands on Greg's biceps pulling him closer so that his hard chest pressed up against hers.

Greg grinned, giving her a chaste kiss as he began unzipping his jacket. "Only if you insist, Mrs. Sanders."

Morgan sat down on the bed, keeping her eyes fixed on Greg. "Oh, I insist."

Morgan woke up to find a note left on Greg's empty side. It read: Had to go to work early, Baby. Hope you enjoyed the show last night. I personally liked the encore a lot more myself. I'll see you tonight, and then tomorrow at the altar…again. Maybe we'll remember the ceremony this time. I have a friend whose wife owns a bridal boutique. I think she might have a dress for you, already paid for of course. Remember, the best is yet to come. Love, Greg.

Morgan smiled, tracing over his words with her finger. One more day until she would have the wedding she had always dream about. Two more days until she would be on her honeymoon with the man of her dreams. Everything felt so right. What could possibly go wrong?