One Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time

The reception area was decorated similar to how the chapel had been. The tables had cream-colored tablecloths on them with centerpieces that were made of potted white miniature trees, bare-branched like the ones that had been inside the chapel, with strings of pearls and glass crystals lining the branches. Miniature pale pink lollipops decorated the perimeter of each tree, and the pots themselves were dark chocolate brown. Some larger trees were scattered about the remainder of the party hall, with sheets of soft white silk fabric lining the walls to help create the illusion of a snowy environment.

There was a candy buffet off to the side, a dozen or so glass canisters filled with swizzle sticks, bonbons, M&Ms that were custom-colored to the match the wedding, some assorted gumdrops, miniature jawbreakers, pretzels covered in white chocolate, and a few other types of sweets. The table with the cake was in the front center of the room in front of the guest tables, plus a chocolate fountain off to the side. The cake was three tiers tall, rounded, iced in white vanilla cream and covered in a lace pattern all over. I have no clue how the decorators were able to do that, but it was gorgeous. There was even a huge bow on the side at an angle, made out of thick white chocolate. The wedding cake was a typical white cake like most wedding cakes are. I had a feeling I'd be indulging in some of that chocolate from the fountain later.

Anyway, before we could even indulge in any sweets, we had to do one thing first: the dance. Sigh. I was not looking forward to doing this again.

I had changed into a more "figure showing" dress that was a creamy-beige color, so it still matched my shoes; that way, I didn't have to go out and buy another pair (I really hate shoe shopping). It was a full-length gown and was covered in clear sequins to give it a "wow" factor. Turbo had a pair of nice dark gray dress pants on with a long-sleeved shirt that matched the color of my dress, still wearing the pink, err, salmon tie. And yes, it was really salmon, that was the official color at the men's clothing store that we bought it from.

The song for the dance was a Marc Anthony duet with Tina Arena, "I Want to Spend My Lifetime Loving You"; all eyes were on us again, which I suppose I should be used to by now. After all, it's our wedding, so naturally everyone's going to be staring at us. All of a sudden, kissing in public seemed a thousand times less scary than dancing like an uncoordinated fool in front of them.

"Just relax," Turbs whispered as he held me to him, and I lightly clinged to his shoulder with one hand while he held the other. It was close to the same position that we'd danced in at the Villains' Ball. "We're just gonna spin in circles like we did last time, okay?"

I swallowed and nodded, resting my head on his shoulder and glancing around the room at everyone smiling at us. My mom had her camera out much to my horror. Bestie had apparently made friends with Vanellope at some point, and they were now making kissy faces at us and giggling behind their hands. Good grief.

Turbs had his head rested against mine as we spun around gently, the lights turned down low around the room except for the dimmed spotlight that was on the small dance area. My heart was pounding against my ribcage, trying to concentrate on not looking like an idiot and also on the sound of Marc Anthony singing.

"You looked beautiful in your dress," Turbs said in a hushed tone. "Not that you don't look that way all the time, but you know what I mean."

I beamed a smile, relaxing the grip I had on his shoulder. "Thank you," I quietly responded as we made another little circle. "You looked handsome too."

He made a sound like a muffled chuckle. "Pretty sure you're the only person who'd say that, but I'm glad you think that way."

I dryly laughed. "You'd be surprised. You have a healthy following of admirers online."

"Well, the only one I care about is the one I got right here," he told me, pressing me up to him closer with the arm he had wrapped around my back.

I sighed quietly and pressed a kiss to his cheek momentarily, during the part of the spin where the audience couldn't really see it. Okay, so I'm still shy about 'PDA', that's not gonna change anytime soon.

"Are y'all gonna shove the cake in each other's faces?" Bestie asked with an enthusiastic grin when it came time to cut the cake.

"You better not," I playfully glared at Turbs, who was in the process of cutting a slice.

He cut me a sideways smirk, which sort of worried me since I know he can be a trickster sometimes. "Don't worry, I won't," he finally relieved me. "I don't want to jinx the marriage or anything."

"Awww, come on, even Sergeant Smiles rubbed cake in Hammer Time's face!" Vanellope insisted, pointing a thumb behind her.

Felix bashfully blushed, rubbing at his neck and diverting his eyes to the ceiling. Calhoun simply smirked and reached her hand out to mess up Vanellope's hair, earning a whine of protest from her. Meanwhile, my mom still had the camera in front of her face, so I guess I could at least count on having a scrapbook full of wedding memories. Turbo held up his piece of cake, which was sliced small, thank goodness, and I took mine. The absurdity of the cake-sharing tradition suddenly hit me, and it took every bit of willpower I had to keep from busting into a fit of giggles.

"Open up," Turbs grinned at me, inching his piece towards me.

I ended up letting a giggle out despite my attempts not to as we carefully tried to feed each other without making too much of a mess. Everybody was laughing, and I admit it was pretty funny. I had this crazy thought that he might try to bite me or something, but of course he wouldn't do anything like that.

"You got some frosting there," he pointed out as he dabbed my mouth with a napkin.

"At least we didn't get it everywhere this time, Mr. Cookie Dough Thief," I retorted playfully, using a napkin to wipe his face.

Vanellope, Candlehead and Crumbelina approached the table that Turbo and I were sitting at, which was the private newlyweds' table that was close to the cake. I lifted my eyes up when the trio of girls came to us, Candlehead carrying something that was covered with a small blanket made of candy wrappers. Vanellope held a hand out in front of her to signal her to stop, and then cleared her throat in her fist like she was attempting to act like a princess or something.

"The inhabitants of Sugar Rush would like to present to you a gift from the farthest regions of the land," she started off, rolling some of her "r's" in a royal way.

"It only took us five minutes to get it," Candlehead piped up, earning her a playfully punch in the shoulder from Crumbelina. "Ouch! What was that for?"

Vanellope rolled her eyes and deflated her posture, visibly giving up on the whole princess act. "Never mind, just put it on the table, Candles."

Candlehead grunted slightly as she reached up to place whatever the gift was on the table. Turbo and I glanced at each other right before Crumbelina whipped the candy wrapper blanket off of it. I blinked then smiled brightly at it.

"Is that a laffy taffy tree?" I asked, already knowing the answer, as I leaned forward in my seat to inspect the purple-and-yellow swirled tree.

"It's a miniature one," Crumbelina explained. "It won't grow as big as the ones in the actual forest. It probably won't even grow any laffy taffy vines."

"They'd probably scare Kitty anyway," Turbo muttered to me from the side. "And imagine waking up every morning to 'la la la'."

"At least it has marshmallow blossoms already!" Candlehead chimed in happily, before getting a dreamy look on her face. "They taste like strawberries."

"Strawberry flavored marshmallows on a tree that grows laffy taffy vines," I noted with a smile. Apparently all logic was thrown out the window when Sugar Rush got designed. "What do I need to feed it so it won't die?"

"You don't have to feed it, but you might want to change out the chocolate that we use for dirt every once and a while," Crumbelina suggested. "It's only a movie prop when you think about it. It doesn't really need anything."

"Well, thank you, that was really sweet of you girls," I thanked them, pulling the pot towards me so I could get a better look at it.

Vanellope shrugged nonchalantly. "Of course we're sweet. We're from a game made out of candy, you know!"

Turbo's POV

"Well, congratulations, Turbo," Mickey said as he walked up to me at the water fountain. He rubbed the back of his neck and scuffed his shoe lightly against the floor. "Can't say I ever thought I'd witness a villain getting married and all, but I'm happy for you."

"Thanks," I replied, not sure how I really felt about him even being here. After all the mess he'd caused, could you blame me? "So how goes Disney World?"

"It's good," he nodded. "Still working out a few kinks with the new rules and such, but so far things are all right. Gene's still under house arrest, which probably won't change any time soon."

I nodded back, taking a sip of water from my cup. I wasn't really sure what to say to him.

"You know," the Mouse began again, talking quieter and looking around as if to see if anyone else was close by. "I understand that…well…how do I put it nicely? That she's going to age one day, whereas you won't."

I suppressed an annoyed groan. "Mickey, I'm not really in the mood to hear this on my WEDDING DAY."

He held his hands up in front of him defensively. "No, no, I know that, I just…well." He tugged at his shirt collar. "I was just going to say I had a solution for it if you cared to hear it."

I stared at him in disbelief for a moment, letting the statement sink in. "Excuse me?"

"It's not a perfected process yet, but we DO have a way to turn humans into animated characters," he continued on. "It's how we did our movie Enchanted, I'm not sure if you saw it or not. We turned the human actors into cartoons and then turned them back into humans once those parts were done filming."

I looked around the room briefly to make sure no one could hear this. "Okay, so let's just assume that we go along with this. Would she still age in a cartoon form, or would she stay the same age eternally like I am?"

"Professor Von Drake is still working on it," Mickey said quietly, obviously not wanting this to get let out to the public. "But if everything goes right, then that SHOULD be the case. She would still be able to die if she were injured, like YOU can, but she wouldn't be dying of old age like a normal human would."

I glanced over at Blondie, who was chatting with her best friend, laughing and having a good time. The idea of her dying wasn't something I liked to dwell on, even though I knew it would happen one day. I sighed inwardly, my head rushing at the notion that there would soon be a way to keep her alive.

"It's something I'd have to talk to her about," I informed him after being silent for a moment.

"Well don't go telling her about it NOW," Mickey suggested. "Let's not worry her with it, or even get her hopes up, until the professor gets it working just right. He still in the beta phases of the remodeled plan."

I nodded, thinking that would be a good idea. Blondie's a worrywart, and she doesn't need to worry about her mortality issues any more than the average person needs to. Also, what if it didn't work at all? I didn't want to promise her something that MIGHT not even happen.

"Yeah...I won't tell her yet."

Blondie's POV

"Hurry up and toss it already!"

Bestie was never one for patience, and now that I was about to throw the bouquet, that patience was wearing even thinner. I had my back turned to the small crowd of single females behind me that were all eager to fight for the bouquet. I know that simply catching it won't guarantee that you'll be next in line to get married, but it's a fun tradition nonetheless.

I closed my eyes and mentally readied myself to toss the flower arrangement backwards over my head. I envisioned Bestie running people over in her wheelchair in order to catch the stupid thing, and I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing about it.

Three…two…one…go!

I heaved it as hard as I could before spinning around to see who caught it. All my single girl cousins, Bestie, and even the Sugar Rush girls were all scrambling against each other to fight for it. I think Bestie really did run over someone's foot because I heard a scream of pain. I paid little attention to that though because my eyes were focused on the person who did catch the bouquet, and I pressed my hands against my mouth and started laughing.

Rancis's eyes were wide with shock, his mouth dropped partially as he stared at the flowers that had landed in his lap. Ralph, who had been sitting next to him, chuckled and lightly thumped his shoulder with one of his large fingers.

"Best be picking out a bride soon."

Rancis jerked his head up and looked around with a horrified expression. "I don't want it!"

Vanellope started cracking up, pointing at him while she doubled over with laughter. Bestie had her arms crossed against her chest, looking a little peeved that she hadn't got it. My mom still had the camera glued to her face. Everybody else laughed that a boy had caught the bouquet instead of a girl.

Turbs walked up to me and put an arm around my shoulder. "If he's next to line to get married, then no one will be, since he's never going to be of legal age."

"Shh! Don't let my cousins hear that!"

The time finally came for us to depart from the reception. Everybody else gathered outside first, then Turbs and I ran out; the guests threw out white jellybeans instead of rice or birdseed like a traditional wedding party would do.

Bro had driven Turbo's Corvette to the doors so we wouldn't have to hike out to the parking lot; Sour Bill was being a good butler and opened the passenger door for me while Turbs helped me in, then patted Sour Bill on the head out of old habit before running around to the driver's side. We waved goodbye to everyone as they all cheered at us, the sound of jingle bells filling the air since Bro had thought it funny to tie a bunch of bells to the back of the car. Once the crowd was out of sight, I relaxed back in the seat, relishing in the warm air that the car's heater was blowing on me.

Turbs let out an audible sigh, tugging at his tie to loosen it. "Does it make sense that it was fun and stressful at the same time?"

I giggled lightly and clenched my hands together in my lap, looking down at them. "Yeah, it was definitely fun, but I don't want to go through it again." I glanced over at him and added, "Not that I plan on having to ever get married again."

"Yeah, me either," he smiled at me, reaching a hand over to hold one of mine as he drove.

I started getting more nervous as we got closer to home because…well, you know, the honeymoon and all. I hadn't really given it much thought today because I was too focused on the weddings itself, but…yeah, I was pretty nervous about it. A 'good' nervous, but still anxious all the same.

The actual honeymoon vacation wasn't going to be for another few weeks though; we were going to make good on that Christmas present I gave to Turbs and go where he could drive around a racetrack in a stock car for an hour or two. But for right now, we were going to crash at home.

We got there not too long after it had started getting dark outside. My heart was slamming so hard and my nerves were on edge. I wonder if he's as nervous as I am. Probably so, but he's better at hiding it. Turbs held my hand on the way to the front door, sticking his key in the door to open it. He was just gonna go inside like he always does, but I stayed put on the welcome mat, causing him to bounce back a little since we were still holding hands. He gave me a confused look, and I said, with a wave of my other hand towards the doorway,

"You have to carry me over the threshold."

He blinked a few time, then he smiled and rolled his eyes. "Forgive me, I forgot that part." He scooped me up in his arms, eliciting some giggles out of me, and carried me inside, shutting the door with his foot. He put me down on the floor, but I kept my arms wrapped around his neck, and gave him a kiss.

"Love you, hubby," I smiled at him, running my hands through his hair as I looked into his eyes.

He enveloped me in his arms, holding me to him so I could feel his heart beating. "Love you too, wife." He gave me a kiss of his own, and-

And we had a night of interrupted kissing. That's all you need to know.

Epilogue

New Year's Eve

Turbo and I sat in his car with the top rolled down, the two of us bundled up in our coats and a couple of blankets in the chill night air and scooted next to each other as close as possible. He had his arm thrown around me as we looked out past the windshield as Dad and Bro set up the fireworks in the big field that we'd had them in last year.

"You remember what your New Year's resolution was?" I asked as laid my head against his shoulder.

He chuffed a laugh, saying, "Yeah, to not end up in prison. So much for that."

I chuckled and reached my hand over to hold his, feeling some warmth through my glove. "And mine was to not lose my sanity." I sighed as I pondered on that. "I think I did that a couple of times too."

Turbs kissed the top of my head before resting his own head against mine. "Yeah…we need to do a better job this next year."

"At least it ended on a good note."

"That it did. So what are we going to try and accomplish this year?"

I thought on that silently for a while. "How about we just strive to make this year the best one yet?"

"Sounds good to me," he smiled, squeezing my hand gently.

The fireworks popped and shot out different bursts of colors into the night sky, signaling the start of a new year. So much had happened during this last one, that there's no telling what will happen in the next one. I'll say this though: Whether it be good or bad, we'll take it one turbo-tastic day at a time.

~The End~

(for now...)

The sequel (yes, there's a SEQUEL! :D) "One More Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time", is currently in the planning stages, and will hopefully be up before the end of the year. I'm going to rate it T just to be on the safe side, so hopefully that doesn't deter anyone from reading it. It's going to have a few serious issues in it, but I'll still keep the overall light-hearted tone that this one had. (EDIT: the sequel premiered 12/2/13)

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