A/N: Hopefully I have cleared up the confusion on her age between this chapter and chapter 3! Thanks to the reviewers who pointed it out! 3

Eliza and Ezra sat at the foot of their mother's bed waiting for her to wake up. They didn't make a sound, just stared at her. It was perhaps their favorite way to wake her up on the weekends.

When she started stirring in her sleep they fought back their snickers and moved closer to her face waiting for her to wake up with a jump again. It was a routine they had, every Saturday this was how they woke her up.

Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open and when she saw 2 pairs of green eyes staring at her she jumped. "Oh my!" Her hand flew to her heart and she let out a deep breath and closed her eyes again and her twins laughed at her. Every Saturday for the last three years this was the way her children woke her up.

She opened one eye has their laughter started to subside and pulled them both in for a hug and started tickling them. It was a nice little routine they had. Eliza and Ezra were in 2nd grade and Elizabeth managed a day care. It worked out just fine because then she didn't have to worry about after and before school care for them. They just came to her work for both. She was able to have weekends off to be with them.

After she and the kids had their little fun they laid in her bed panting from all the excitement.

"Alright guys, get on out of here and let me get dressed and I will come out and make breakfast." The little ones rolled off her bed and ran out of her room as she started her morning routine.

Elizabeth spent the last 7 ½ years raising the two of them on her own. Five of those years she lived with her mom. Once the kids started school she decided it was time to live on her own, being 23, almost 24 at the time, she needed it. It took her three years to really get comfortable living on her own. Even now at 26, it was still hard at times, but only because it could get lonely when the kids were in bed.

Her older sister lived just a few doors over in the same apartment complex with her fiance and would come over every Sunday, usually. This week however, Jane was in England with Charles. She was finally meeting his family and friends.

Charles had come to America two years ago to manage the American launch of Pemberly International Shoppes. It was his best friend's company. They were a branch of malls all over England and now they were crossing the pond to take over America. Jane was the assistant to the architect in charge of the three story mall. It was kind of a love at first sight sort of deal.

Elizabeth smiled at the memory of her sister sitting on her couch one night gushing about this guy who was just perfect. Charles really was perfect for her.

"Mama! Whats taking so long?!" seven-year-old Ezra called into her room. "We are hungry and want pancakes!"

She stepped out of her bathroom and looked at the little green eyed, browned haired boy and his twin sister, as they stood in her doorway.

"Is that how you get what you want? Now I am thinking that we will have cereal and milk after that." She said as she took her own brown hair out of its braid and ran a brush through it.

"No mom. I'm sorry. Please, can we still have pancakes?" Ezra turned on his puppy face. Eliza followed suit.

"Fine. Now let me brush my teeth and I will be right out."

Once she stepped into the kitchen of her little apartment, Elizabeth turned on some music and started singing along as her started cooking some bacon and she had Eliza and Ezra start making the pancake mix. They all danced around the kitchen singing along. Saturday morning was always a good morning.

Jane's wedding was approaching fast. There was just a few months left and today Elizabeth had to pick Jane and Charles up at the airport. She was going to drop Charles and the kids off at the apartment and she and Jane were heading to the bridal shop for Jane's final fitting. As long as everything fit, Jane would be bringing her dress home today.

"How was London?" Elizabeth asked after the kids and Charles had been dropped off.

"It was amazing! His sister was so nice, I think you would really like her. His friend, William, is a little guarded but still quite nice. He doesn't speak much. He will be flying in next week to start the dance lessons with you." Jane rushed the last part and held her breath waiting for her sister's reaction. She didn't tell her about the dance lessons, she knew she wouldn't agree.

"Dance lessons? What are you talking about? Why do I need to take dance lessons?" Elizabeth was trying very hard to keep her cool. Why would Jane drop this on her while she was driving?

Jane didn't say anything. She just bit her bottom lip.

"Jane, why are there going to be dance lessons?" Elizabeth asked knowing that she wasn't going to like the answer.

"It was mom's only request. She didn't interfere in anything. She just wants a waltz. Charles and I, you and William, and dad and her. How could I deny her that? She has been so good about this and hasn't been over bearing at all."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes but had to agree that their mother had been surprisingly calm about all of this.

"Fine. What day and time?" she grunted as she parked her car.

"Next Saturday at 10am. Bring the kids."

"Why? They will be bored. Lydia and Kitty would love to watch them."

"Well, Charles and I were thinking that it would be cute if the flower girl and ring bearer dance with us."

Elizabeth thought about it. It would be a cute picture, but would they not fight long enough to do it.

"Fine." Was all she said as the two sisters walked in to the shop.

"Miss Jane! Miss Elizabeth!" The plump woman hugged them both.

"Mrs. Jones! I am so excited! I can't wait to try it on!" Jane said.

"I think you will be able to take today. It is going to look fantastic on you!"

Elizabeth was quite the whole time. She wasn't one for all this gushing and exaggeration. Jane was good at it though. She was way to kind.

She followed them to the back and sat down on the bench by the fitting room where Jane was trying on her dress one last time.

The curtain opened and Jane stepped out in a white strapless a-line gown. It was very simple with a little bit of pleating that went diagonal along the bodice. It had a sweetheart neck line with a little bit of sparkle. Jane made the dress look amazing. She had dark blonde hair that matched their father's. She was such a classic beauty and unknowingly left several broken hearts in middle and high school. She could have been a model and was approached by several agencies. She never saw the appeal, but she was stunning. Her eyes were blue, like their mother's. It was such a perfect combination.

"Oh Jane! It is perfect!" Elizabeth grabbed her sister's hands and fought back tears. Every time they did something that involved the wedding, the realization that Jane was going to be moving on sank in.

"Oh Lizzie! Please don't cry!" Jane had an even harder time fighting back her tears. She was going to miss her sister so much.

Mrs. Jones hugged both the girls at once and cried with them.