Chapter 5.11
Chapter 5.11 – And so they finally wedded
Saffron continued to be a science geek, who was no doubt going to grow up to become a doctor or a surgeon, much to her parents delight. 
Peach, who was an avid animal lover and no real talents, had managed to talk her parents into getting her a horse, whom she named Milo. She hoped to train him up to win lots of races and show-jumping competitions so she could make lots of money.
Shame he did not share her dreams and ambitions.
‘Ow.’
Once Peach had near enough recovered from her spinal injuries, Mika and Jameson decided it was time to get married, so organised a lovely late spring wedding. Mika went for the lovely toilet roll cover look, which she managed to pull off fairly well.
Being the youngest of the children, poor Frangelico and Cointreau were subjected to wearing matching bridesmaid dresses.
As expected, a lot of familiar faces showed up to the wedding ceremony, including Murphy who was now grey and old. Prince/King Joffrey from Game of Thrones also made an appearance. 
Mika and Jameson stood patiently under the arch of tradition, waiting for every to get outside, before they said their vows and what not.
‘Will you marry me, under the knowledge that we will eventually stop having woohoo altogether and I’ll have to resort to self-woohooing in the shower every morning?’ Jameson asked, a serious look gleaming in his adoring eyes.
‘Sounds good to me!’ Mika responded, cupping her hands with his.
And with that, they smooched and stuff, until everyone stopped cheering and throwing confetti at them.
Of course, not everyone was happy. Nina, who had only happened to be passing by the house on her bi-weekly run, fell into a state of total dismay when she realised that the celebrations going on in the garden were for Mika’s and Jameson’s marriage. 
Nina then knew for certain that she had well and truly blown her chance with getting together with Jameson. Still, she hung around, in hope she would be able to get her hands on a slice of wedding cake.
‘Bitch ain’t getting any cake,’ thought Mika after clocking onto Nina’s presence.
She then proceeded to announce to the guests that she would ensure most of them would receive a slice of cake; putting lots of emphasis on the word most.
As the guests queued up for their cakey noms, Earl practiced his duck-face expression for the wedding photographer, whilst Peach peered over unimpressed at their Uncle Murphy, who was drunkenly doing the can-can by the edge of the pool, already drunk on the cocktails Tremayne had made.
Alas, Jameson and Mika were finally man and wife, after year of putting it off. That very night, they practiced the start of celibacy by having woohoo many times before realising they were doing it all wrong. 
They would master things one day, as do most couples approaching their fifties.
Stepping into the venue, disappointment instantly set in my stomach when I was greeted to a near enough empty room, besides a couple of cougars (who I instantly avoided making contact with). With a pout, I basked in my sorrow for a few moments before I shuffled off to the bar, plotting revenge on Steve for his obvious prank.
‘That sneaky bastard,’ my thoughts chuckled, realising that this must have been Steve’s intention all along to get me all alone with Mika.
We stayed at the bar for quite some time, drinking and discussing memories of when we had first started dating and how awesome things had been. Our conversation growing more risque between every drink we consumed.
After that I vowed never to look back and to do all I could to keep Mika happy and by my side.