Author's Note: Since it's wedding season and love is in the air,I figured it was only appropriate that I post the second installment of the Bachelor series. Enjoy!

Vera

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Roses or calla lilies?

Pink or Fuchsia?

Spring or summer?

Jumping off a bridge or throwing myself in front a car?

Erin found herself going temporarily insane as she looked through many bridal websites. There was a ton of information for her to process and there weren't enough hours in the day to get through all of it. There was the right venue; the perfect cake; the beautiful dress; the colors; the flowers; the vows; the theme; the favors; Erin's headache of it all.

How about we stick to the Vegas wedding? That was fun.

And if Erin wasn't stressed enough, Kate and her friends were having a field day on what Erin should incorporate. The women reminisced to their own wedding days and gave Erin much needed—and much unwanted—advice. It was almost as if the women were secretly planning Erin's wedding for years and just waiting for the moment to finally happen.

Yay, oh yay.

Needing to rest her eyes and relax her mind, Erin went up to her bedroom. She laid down on the bed and closed her eyes. She turned off her cell phone and set her mind at ease. For the first time since the official engagement a few days earlier, she felt comfortable and at peace. No stress, no worries and no goddamn wedding planning.

Sleep. I like sleep. Sleep is good.

An hour into her nap, she was joined by Randy. He stopped by her house to see if she wanted to go out to dinner. Instead, he found Sleeping Beauty. "Hey Boo." He laid on the bed beside her.

Erin turned over and snuggled up to her husband. "Hey Orton." She yawned.

"Having fun?"

"Joy. Baby, why don't we stick to the Vegas wedding? I don't really remember it and that's fine by me." She said with her eyes still closed.

Randy kissed Erin's forehead. "Come on, Boo. You know you want a wedding. I said I was going to give you the best wedding and I plan to do so."

"But it's okay, really. It's fine." Erin sleepily said.

"Stressed out?"

"Just a smidge."

"It'll be fine. Why don't we hire a wedding planner? That'll take some stress out of your day."

Erin opened her eyes in shock. "Are you serious, Randy? You'll do that for me?"

"Of course, Boo. I want our day to be fantastic and special. We can hire someone to handle all of the arrangements and shit." He shrugged.

"Oh, you're so wonderful to me!" Erin kissed him. "I don't know I can thank you!"

Randy's eyes grew big as did his smile. "Oh, there is one way." He motioned towards crotch.

Erin rolled her eyes. "Not in my parents' house, Orton."

"I'll be quiet."

"Randy."

"Oh, fine." He kissed her lips. "But later, right?"

"Randy."

"What?"

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The following Friday afternoon, Randy and Erin had an appointment to meet with Stephanie McMahon of Princess Designs. She was a top-notch event planner with a list of celebrity and corporate clients. Her family was close with the Ortons so it was only natural that Randy utilized her services.

"Randy!" Stephanie beamed as she gave him a hug.

"Hey Steph!" He said. "Can you believe it? I'm actually getting fucking married?"

"I know!" Stephanie then looked over to Erin. "Poor, poor woman."

"I know, tell me about it!" Erin smiled. "Hi, I'm Erin Williams Orton."

"Hi Erin. I'm Stephanie McMahon. Randy has told me all about you. I'm assuming correctly if you're here to re-do what happened in Vegas?" Stephanie smiled as she walked behind her desk.

Erin and Randy nodded. "Yes." They said.

"Good, good. Well, let's start with the basics. How much are we talking about in budget?"

"Unlimited." Randy said.

Erin faced Randy. "Randy? No, we need a budget."

Randy shrugged. "Alright. Five million."

Erin felt her eyes popping out. "You honestly want a five million dollar wedding?"

"I don't know." He shrugged again. "How much does shit costs anyways?"

"Well, there's the food which is about thirty percent of your budget; the gown and accessories for the bride and the bridal party, which is 15 percent; the flowers are 10 percent; the stationery; the honeymoon; the bachelor and bachelorette parties which all make up the remaining forty-five percent." Stephanie answered. "It could be expensive or cheap, depending on what you want to do and how much you want to spend."

"We're not doing cheap shit." Randy said, firmly.

"Give me a number, Randy and we'll handle it from there."

Randy turned to Erin. "What do you want?"

"10." She responded.

"Fine." Randy turned to Stephanie. "Ten million it is."

"No, Orton." Erin pressed. "Ten thousand."

"For your dress?"

"For the wedding."

Randy found himself speechless. I love my wife is frugal but this is bullshit. "Excuse us, Steph." He then motioned for Erin for meet him in a private corner. "Ten thousand?"

"Randy, we got married in Vegas for under two hundred dollars—and that includes our rings. Why do we need millions upon millions for one day?"

"Because it's one day that we'll remember for the rest of our lives, Boo. I just want my wife to feel like a princess."

"But you already do, Randy. I never felt more wonderful and happy." Erin replied. "I just don't need all of this."

Randy nodded as he kissed Erin's cheeks. "I know, Boo, I know. We don't have to do all of this if you don't want to."

"No, I want my wedding." Erin smiled. "But no big-ass budget. I want something small."

Randy agreed. "Okay, we can do small." He then turned to Stephanie. "One-million—that's our budget."

Erin grabbed Randy's face and turned him towards her. "I said I wanted small and no big-ass budget, Orton!"