They were at the bar dancing to Jim Croce on the night of the wedding party.

So much more had happened that night. Yelling, laughing, crying, heck, Michelle thought someone would be in anger management classes at this rate.

Right before Fanny was about to take a big dip into her dance partner's arms, Hubbell, dripping wet from the rain, burst into the bar and looked around anxiously.

"Oh, thank God. Michelle!" He yelled from across the room. He ran over to the dance floor and put his arms around Michelle's small waist. "Are you okay? Where were you? What happened?"

Michelle laughed. "Calm down!"

"Well I feel bad losing my wife after two days of marriage." He laughed with her, but with serious eyes.

"One, I'm fine. Two, your mother practically dragged me here…I thought she was going to take me to an alley and murder me or something. And three, we talked, we drank, we danced, and now we're doing this."

"Well, I'm glad your fine."

Fanny watched her only son lean in and kiss that woman she hated. He didn't check to see how the woman who carried him for nine months, gave birth to him, and cared for him for forty-eight years was? She had lost him to a Vegas dancer who drank, probably smoked (she'd Google that later), and wore bedazzled thongs. How?

"I should've killed her while I could." Fanny muttered under her breath.

"No one can hold their breath that long without dying, dear, so let go and let's leave. The party's still there and you two are the main event." Fanny said getting back to her normal self as she tugged her son off of Michelle and handed him her car keys. Hubbell pushed away the keys.

"We can take my car, mother." He kissed her cheek, hugged her goodbye and left for their house.

Fanny stood there, petrified, in the middle of the floor all alone, and watched her son walk away with the woman who took away her life.

Author's Notes: Sorry for short chapter! I have to go finish my algebra homework and I'll make another one soon! More Bunheads coming up!