Marriage was never an easy task.

Not, especially, when it’s a marriage between Jayden Samuel Brocks, Chief Executive Officer of Deutsche Bank, and, but of course, Jennifer Avery Reynolds, Chief Executive Officer of…

Of nagging, persuasions and taking charge.

“But I want a chocolate fountain on our wedding reception, Jayden!” Jennifer declared huffily, her hands on the side of her waist in a very demanding manner. They were halfway through picking oranges, the trolley (along with a mountain of groceries) left neglected a very long time ago… Somewhere in Tesco. “Just a stupid chocolate fountain!”

Jayden rolled his eyes in annoyance and flung his arms up in the air helplessly.

“Just a stupid chocolate fountain?” Jayden muttered, snapping his head to the right to meet his fiancée’s scorching gaze. “Darling, we are over budget.” He informed her, emphasizing slowly on the two last words. Jennifer groaned dismissively. “I love you, honey, I do, but honestly now, which part of ‘over budget’ do you not get?”

“Oh, so you’d pick money over making me happy?” She snapped indignantly.

“Oh, and you’d pick chocolate over making sure that I don’t have to declare bankruptcy and beg for bread by the streets?” He retorted in return, inwardly wondering what on earth he did to deserve such an unreasonable girl as his girlfriend, his fiancée, his future wife.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best question to ask, considering the stuffs he did back in high school.

Jennifer opened her mouth for another snippy remark, but when she realized that she hasn’t got any, she shut her mouth promptly and started rummaging through the innocent oranges angrily, her eyes scrutinized at nothing in particular.

“But it’s chocolate.” She muttered lowly while bruising those pitiful oranges. Jayden stared at her from the corner of his eyes, resisting the urge to smile.

“How many years have we been together, honey?” He popped the question out of the blue, fully expecting a weird stare (or a burning glare.) from Jennifer.

He received the latter.

“Eight.” Came her short reply.

“And how many years have I been feeding you with all the chocolates you made me purchase for God knows what reasons?” He continued asking, a smirk forming on his handsome features.

Jennifer paused to think for a moment, wondering when on earth has she ever forced him to buy her a bar of chocolate.

“Since when have I ever-”

“Exactly. This is why I don’t see the necessity of us breaking the whole tradition of not buying chocolate for each other.” Jayden interjected with a smug grin. Jennifer opened her mouth to protest, and Jayden simply covered her lips with his long fingers, grinning. “Even if it’s for our wedding.”

He released his hands from her mouth, and went to search for their trolley. Jennifer let out an angry grunt before pushing Jayden away by the hips, and started pushing the trolley by her own.

Not before shooting the most venomous glare possible at her insensitive fiancé.

“We’ll be getting a chocolate fountain, and that’s that.” She announced through gritted teeth, then stomped off with the trolley noisily (The wheels were creaking dangerously under the heavy load), leaving her future husband to stare at her back in utmost disbelief.

And to think that only eight years ago, she was that shy little girl in a gorgeous white halter dress, dancing and kissing him on the dance floor, saying yes, that she would be his girlfriend.

Only eight years ago.

Look how she blossomed ever so wonderfully into a murderous lioness, arguing with Jayden over the smallest (and most of the time, the weirdest) matters:

“I want our first son’s name to be Matthew!” Jayden would say.

“No, our first son’s name would be Shawn! And if it’s a girl, it would be Cheryl!” She would retort back defiantly.

And that was decided, just like that.

“I want to wear a black tuxedo, damn it!” Jayden would shout angrily behind the door. “Why can’t I wear what I want for my own wedding, huh?”

“Because I know you look good in white, idiot!” She would answer back ever so politely, and Jayden ended up wearing a very smart looking white tuxedo on their wedding rehearsal.

“It’s your turn to turn off the lights, Jayden!” She would mutter sleepily every single night.

“But I’ve been the one turning off the lights since the first time we used the light, Jennifer!” Jayden would say. “Why can’t you move your big butt and off the damned light for once?”

“Are you trying to imply that my butt is huge?”

And that was all she had to say to make Jayden climb out from their bed irritably, walking all the way to the other end of the room to switch off the lights, before fumbling his way back to the bed.

Oh, she’s the scariest lioness, alright.

But he still loves her, no matter what.

And they would be getting married in a month’s time, in –of all places- their high school’s hallways, the place where everything began.

“But I’m still a freakin’ virgin!” I cried out, and everything went silent.

Jayden shook his head, laughing softly to himself, before running after Jennifer, the oranges left behind.

I’m still a freaking virgin, and freaking proud of it, he thought to himself, smiling.

But not for long.

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I was awoken rather abruptly from my blissful sleep on a warm, Sunday morning as I felt a little hand pulling hardly at my already tangled hair, squealing and screaming like the adorable banshee that my five-year old daughter so obviously is.

"Merry Christmas, mummy!" She shrieked excitedly, her fingers now twirling my messy strand of hair like it was just some string she found on the floor. It’s my hair, darling. My hair. Not some stupid string. “Uncle Mikey told me he likes me today!” She squeaked, her face blushing a little upon mentioning the name of her uncle. “He likes me, mummy! Mikey will marry me when I’m twenty three!”

Only, without her front tooth, twenty three sounded like ‘twenty fwee’.

I smiled weakly at my daughter, pinching her cheeks lightly. She giggled.

“Of course Uncle Mikey likes you, sweetheart. Who wouldn’t like my baby girl?” I teased, tickling her a little by the ribs and laughing affectionately at her squirmy reaction. “What did Uncle Mikey give you for Christmas present, Cheryl?”

“Well, my dear brother, being the wonderfully thoughtful uncle that he is, bought our daughter absolutely nothing.” Jayden chimed in from the bedroom entrance, who was smirking in mild amusement, followed by the twenty-five year old Mike, who had the word ‘guilty’ etched all over his face, bold and clear. Cheryl hid her face behind me, feeling shy all of a sudden. My daughter is never shy. “Explain yourself, Michael.”

Mike grinned sheepishly, ruffling his blond hair in a very careless manner as he stared from Jayden, to me, to Cheryl, back to Jayden.

“I…” He trailed off, then plastered a silly ‘I-shall-just-divert-the-attention-by-changing-the-topic’ smile on his face. “Uh, Merry Christmas, Jennifer! May you feel happier today and lose the urge to assassinate anyone in the house. Ho, ho, ho!”

“MICHAEL!”

“It’s okay, mummy! I don’t need presents!” Cheryl squeaked quickly, her voice timid and coy. “Plus, Uncle Mikey told me that he would be my boyfriend for the day!” She sighed dreamily at me, her blue eyes round and big. "I can die happily now, mummy."

Overwhelmed with utmost shock, I went off-balance and fell off my bed with an absolutely loud thud and a groan, leaving Cheryl, who was still sitting comfortably on the bed, and Mike, to burst into heinous laughter.

… That little weasel.

“YOU WHAT?” Jayden shouted at Mike, whose laughter ceased almost immediately.

“Michael Ethan Brock.” I snarled, glaring at my brother-in-law while rubbing my sore temple gently. “What the hell are you trying to do to my poor, innocent and young daughter?”

“What?” He retorted indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest in a very childish manner. “I was just trying to make her happy!”

“By breaking her heart a day later?” I muttered sarcastically, sharing an angry look with Jayden. “Come on, Mike. She’s just a kid!”

“Come on, Jennifer. You did the same thing when I was ten!” He retorted with a smug look cast upon his tanned features.

I blanched, suddenly realizing the truth in his words.

Jayden, on the other hand, burst into an insanely absurd laughter as he made his way to my side (Still sprawled rather uncomfortable on the ground), and gave me a small peck on the cheek.

“That one was classic.” He whispered huskily into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “And to think that my ten-year old brother was the one who broke up with you.”

“Don’t even remind me about it.” I said, smacking his arms playfully, but chuckled a little nonetheless.

What happened thirteen years ago was nothing short of an embarrassment.

“Fine.” I breathed, finally, shaking my head slightly in disbelief. “Fine. Make my daughter feel like a princess today. But if she comes home in tears…” I threatened, and attempted cracking my knuckles in an intimidating manner.

Attempt, being the keyword, mind you.

Mike held his hands up in mock-surrender.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He mumbled.

“I don’t think that sentence was used in the right way, my darling brother-in-law.” I teased lightly, watching as his face was added with a light tinge of pink.

“Shut up, Jennifer.” He spat good-naturedly, then went to the bed and tugged Cheryl lightly by her hands. “Come on, darling.”

And she followed him whole-heartedly out of the room (not before grinning and kissing Jayden and I on the cheeks), leaving only the both of us behind.

“Merry Christmas, honey.” Jayden greeted warmly, pulling me into a tight embrace and kissing me lightly on the lips. “You look beautiful today.”

I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous comment, and started inspecting myself, from my messily tangled hair, chapped lips, hideously unattractive pajamas, and my favourite bunny slippers.

“I look like shit.” I commented, returning his kiss.

“Ah, yes, but a gorgeous shit.” He replied with a smug grin, then pulled me up from the ground, his arms encircling my waist. “You know, I wouldn’t mind having a Christmas baby.” He hinted, trailing little kisses from my jaw all the way to my neck, causing a soft moan to escape my lips.

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but babies don’t just pop out a second after you make love.” I told him informatively, my back arching sensitively to his slow but sensual touches. “You need nine months, dear.”

Jayden frowned, and paused to think for a moment.

“In that case, I wouldn’t mind getting a September baby.” He declared after a moment, grinning cheekily, pushing me down to the bed and kissing my lips a little rougher than before. In between kisses, he murmured hoarsely. “I want a football team with you, Jennifer Brock.”

My heart fluttered at his words, and I reached my arms instinctively to his hair, pulling it a little every once in a while in a rather futile attempt to stifle a moan or a loud groan.

I think I failed very badly at doing so.

“GET A ROOM, YOU DISGUSTING PEOPLE!” Mike shouted from below, followed by a giggle from Cheryl.

Jayden halted kissing me for a while, got up from the bed and slammed the door shut.

But not before screaming equally as loud as his brother did.

“WE’RE ALREADY IN A ROOM, SMART ASS!”

I laughed, propping myself up on one elbow as I glanced at my disgruntled husband in amusement.

“You know, I find it really ironic that it all started with the chat about you and your virginity…” I started, observing in fascination as his face crumpled up into a handsome snarl as he made his way back to the bed and kissed me roughly once more.

“Screw virginity.”

Indeed.

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A/N (25th November 2007): Changed the last bit! Is this better? I actually prefer this one over the last one. But I don't know. Hahahaha. You're probably wondering something along the lines of 'WHAT THE HELL? AND THAT'S IT? What kind of sucky ending is this?" ... Or something like that. I know, i know, it doesn't really link to the next chapter. I know, i know, it's probably a very boring chapter. I know, i know, it's probably not an epilogue material.

But see, I don't think I should drag the whole story on and on and on talking about what they did after the prom. It would be pointless, anyway, unless I want another third party to crash in from the middle of no where. I wrote a few versions of the next chapter, one that might just make this story go on FOREVER, one that would just link to another story, one that just.. doesn't make much sense. Oh, and this. So yeah, I chose to post this one up.

I MIGHT be editing this chapter once I'm done with ALL my exam papers (HAHHAHAHA. another two more to go! whooo!). But if I don't, that only means one thing: I will be doing a whole renewed version of You've Got Me, with a slight change of plot, cancelling a few characters, and adding a few other, more interesting characters.

So... Watcha think:)

much love,
found.eventually

... I can't believe this is it. Thanks for sticking with me throughout the entire story (You know, that sentence actually sounded very wrong.). I love you all, really.