Hey everyone! I'm soooo sorry it took forever to update. I moved all the way down to story number 13. wow. Low for me. Anyway, I've been really busy with schoolwork for the past week or so, and I went and saw bruce springsteen (twice) so I was pretty booked. Anyway, here's the final update.

I'd better get some reviews on this, as it is the last chapter of this story. I know, it's very sad, but I will write more MTR stuff, maybe a sequel if I get enough feedback. (hopefully positive)

12 more days (counting today) until the DVD comes out and I can (and will) watch it every day. YAY!!! I'll have Wilbur in my TV!

My dad went away last weekend and came back with presents for me: the entire set of the Meet the Robinsons figurines!!!! I have Wilbur, Carl, Lewis, Bowler Hat Guy, Doris, Buster, and Frankie!!! I am very excited and doing a happy dance on the inside. On the outside, I'm in my school library and would look extremely silly if I did a happy dance. ;-)

I tried to draw Wilbur last night. Turned out ok, but not great. That adorable tip-tilted nose of his is a huge pain in the neck to draw. Whatever. I'll try again soon.

Random Fact: A giraffe has a 20-inch tongue.

Chapter 17!!!


BRRRRING!

Emily heard her alarm clock go off, and she rolled over to slap it. She took a deep breath, enjoying the sensation of simply lying in bed. She looked up at the ceiling and said to no one in particular, "I'm getting married today." Holy crap, I'm getting married today! She jumped out of bed and stumbled over her dirty clothes into the bathroom.

As she looked into the mirror, she remembered what the old woman at the orphanage said to her one day, after a particularly nasty bout of teasing from the local idiots.

"Honey, you are a beautiful girl."

"Yeah right," Emily had said through tears. "You're just saying that because you have to, Mildred."

"No, I'm saying it because it's true. Someday, you're going to meet someone special, I don't know when and I don't know how, but you'll meet him, and he'll see that glow inside you, and he'll know you're beautiful."

"Thanks for the attempt Mildred, but life isn't like that. I'm not gonna find some fairy tale prince who'll whisk me away and love me for all time."

"You will, Emily. Life is like that, for the people who work at it. You'll find your Prince Charming. Remember what Cornelius Robinson always says, keep-"

"Keep moving forward, I know. But I just…I can't handle always hoping for something, only to never find it."

"You'll find him. And if you don't he'll find you. Just live your life, and let it happen the way it's supposed to." Mildred had kissed her on the forehead, and then left to check on the younger children, a difficult task for her, as Mildred was now almost eighty. Almost eighty and still running things. Still single. But still waiting for her true love. And Mildred was confident that she would find him someday. And she had.

So had Emily. She stood, looking at herself in the mirror, marveling at how much she had changed, and how much she had stayed the same. She shook her head to clear the nostalgia and quickly got in the shower. She had a lot to do and not much time to do it. After all, she was getting married today.


BRRRRING!

Wilbur heard his alarm go off and lazily reached out a hand to make it stop buzzing. He had been lying awake for hours. He was getting married today. To Emily. He couldn't help himself, a grin slowly spread across his face. He was finally going to marry her today.

All the invitations had been sent out, and everyone had said they would be delighted to attend. It was going to be the wedding of the century. Cornelius Robinson's son was getting married. Almost everyone in the city knew. Wilbur didn't care. He was marrying Emily, and nothing else mattered.

He heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he said dreamily. "Son, what're you doing still in bed? Get up! You have so much to do, the photographers will be here in a few hours, the cake needs to be picked up, and so does the band, and if the little birdy I ran into in the hall wasn't mistaken, you still haven't decided who's going to be your best man!" Cornelius said all this in one breath, very much like the son he now spoke to.

"Agh, I'm gonna kill Carl…he wasn't supposed to tell you!"

"Well, he did. But that's not the point. Get moving. I don't like to yell at you on your wedding day, but there's so much that needs to be done!"

"Okay, Dad, I'm up. Go talk to Mom, I'm sure she wants to help you put on your tie." Wilbur said, with a meaningful look at his father's light blue tie wrapped like a bow around his neck. Wilbur grinned. "See ya, Dad."

"See you soon, kiddo." He started to leave, but quickly poked his head back in. "Oh, and Wilbur?"

"Yeah Dad?"

Cornelius smiled. "Congratulations."

Wilbur smiled. "Thanks Dad."

As soon as Cornelius left, Wilbur ran to his intercom. A thought had stuck him while his father had been reprimanding him. "Carl? Are you there?"

"Sure am, little buddy. What can I do for ya?"

"Come up here, ASAP. There's something really important I need your help with."

"Right on it. I'll be there in a jiffy." And he was. Carl came running into Wilbur's room and skidded to a stop just shy of knocking Wilbur to the ground. "What is it little buddy?"

Wilbur cleared his throat. "Carl, I'm not really sure how to ask this and you know I'm not very good with serious stuff, so I'm just gonna ask. Will you be my best man?" Carl stood speechless. After about a minute he finally spoke up. "Jeez, Wilbur. Are…are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. No one's stood by me like you have. You've put up with all my stupid junk over the years, and you've always been there whenever I've said that I needed you. Carl, you're really the coolest guy I know."

"Wow, little buddy, I'm truly touched. Thanks."

"No problem, Carl."

"And I had no idea you had so few friends." Carl kiddingly punched Wilbur's shoulder. "Hey, be nice, you silly robot! I can take it back, you know."

"I know you could, but you won't," said Carl. "You're too much of a softie for that. But seriously Wilbur, thank you. This really means a lot to me that you asked."

"It means a lot to me that you said yes." Wilbur put his arms around Carl and hugged him. After about twenty seconds, Carl said, "Ya know, you're Dad's gonna be pretty darn upset if he finds you having a muchy moment instead of washing your hair and putting on your tux."

"Oh man! I've got so much to do! Hey, could you go pick up the cake and the band? The frogs are all over at Frankie's place, but their instruments are still here. Can you-"

"Take the instruments over? Sure. You got it, little buddy."

"Thanks man." As soon as Carl left, Wilbur ran into his bathroom, tripping over his shoes in the process. The family had given him his own bathroom at the tender age of five, after he had proven that he did not possess the capability to get out of the bathroom in less than an hour. The family learned the hard way that Wilbur's religiously maintained hair was of vital importance.


Emily vigorously towel-dried her hair and put on sweatpants and a camisole to go to the hairdresser. She met Wilbur in the hall on her way out the door. They kissed briefly. He told her how beautiful she looked, and she lightheartedly told him to go finish brushing his hair, at which he had playfully smacked her. The kissed again, quickly, and both went their separate ways.
Wilbur put on his tux. The photographer would be here in ten minutes, and no matter what he did, he couldn't get his bowtie to sit straight. He heard a laugh at the door and turned around. His mother stood there, a smile on her face, looking at her son who still couldn't get dressed up without help. "Here," she said with a laugh. "Let me."

"Thanks Mom." said Wilbur gratefully. Franny took his bowtie in her slender fingers and tied it perfectly in one swift movement. "Wow, where'd you learn to do that?"

"Your father," said Franny with a laugh. "You may not think so to look at him, but he's hopeless with these things too." They both laughed. "You look pretty handsome, sweetheart."

"Thanks Mom."

"I'm so proud of you, honey." Wilbur bit his lip and held in the tear or two that were threatening to spill. "Mom, I…I owe you so much. I…well, just thanks, I guess. For everything."

"You're welcome, Wilbur. For everything."


After much hustle, bustle, and all-around chaos, everyone had made it to the wedding on time and dressed, even the groom. He stood at the front of the old Victorian church in his tux, which somehow was still spotless. After the wedding cake, it would be a different story. Wilbur stood at the altar flanked by his family and friends, both as bridesmaids and groomsmen. Everyone looked happy, but no one glowed like Carl, shining at Wilbur's side as his best man.

Wilbur's breathing was shallow, and his knees trembled. What if she changes her mind? he thought. He bit his lip, then jumped a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Carl's. "Easy, little buddy. She loves you. You know that. She won't change her mind." He smiled. Wilbur nervously smiled back. "Thanks Carl," he whispered. "No problem little buddy."

The organ began to play. The gorgeous music filled every inch of the church, and Wilbur involuntarily smiled. The organ was one of the reasons Emily had wanted to get married here. The music was like nothing she'd ever heard. As the choir joined in the traditional wedding march, Emily began walking down the aisle, led by none other than Uncle Art.

He held her right arm, and couldn't take his eyes off her. Wilbur looked closely and was surprised to see tears in Uncle Art's eyes. Well, he was sort of like a father to her, and she was getting married. To me, he thought. She's getting married to me. He moved his eyes to Emily, and gasped. She was resplendent in her white gown, every bit the fairytale princess he always knew she was. Emily caught Wilbur looking at her and she smiled. He smiled back, and then, suddenly, she was there, at the altar.

Art gently lifted her veil and kissed her forehead. "I'm so proud of you, Emily."

"Thanks," she whispered. "You're welcome. You look beautiful." They were both holding back tears. He kissed her forehead again, and then took his seat with Franny, Cornelius, Bud, and Lucille.

Emily took a step forward and took Wilbur's both of Wilbur's shaking hands in her own. She gave them a squeeze, as if to let Wilbur know he could stop worrying. She was here, and they were going to be married. He squeezed back, and smiled. A single tear made its way down his cheek. "I love you," he mouthed. "Me too," she mouthed back, then she tilted her head in the direction of the minister, who stood patiently waiting.


After an hour of vows, promises, and pledges that seemed an eternity, they both heard the words they'd been longing to hear for years. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Before the minister's second sentence was finished, they were in each other's arms, sharing a passionate kiss. Shorter than they wanted it to be, but passionate nonetheless. They broke apart and grinned. "I love you," they said at the same time. Completely unrehearsed. Cheers went up from the guests, and the newly married Mr. and Mrs. Robinson ran down the aisle into the limo that would take them to their reception.
At the reception, Emily and Wilbur accepted praise and congratulations from many, and all were heartfelt. They'd be returning to college soon as husband and wife, and their friends couldn't wait. The gold rings glittered on their fingers, and they couldn't stop smiling.

Later, after many of the guests had returned home, Carl spoke with the couple, something he'd been waiting to do for hours. He hugged them both warmly. "Congrats, you guys! I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks Carl. Never thought you'd get me in a tux, did you?" said Wilbur, grinning.

"Never thought you'd keep it clean as long as you did, more like it."

"Hey! That's not fair! That cake was pretty crumby." Emily playfully slapped his shoulder. "Wilbur, that pun wasn't funny when your father said it earlier, and it's certainly not funny now." Wilbur put his hand over his heart and pretended to be hurt. "Awww, you big baby. Come here," she said, and kissed him. He brightened. "You know that always makes me feel better." They all laughed.

"Seriously though, little buddy, I'm really proud of you. You too, Em."

"Thanks Carl, that really means a lot."

"No problem, Emily. Now that you're a Robinson, you're officially my other 'little buddy'. Now I've got two!"

"Well Carl," said Emily, her hand resting gently on her stomach, looking at Wilbur and grinning, "In a few years, you might have three!" Wilbur laughed, and kissed Emily. This one lasted longer than the kiss at the altar.

Carl laughed a little too, then stopped. "Three?!?!?"

A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed, and for your glowing accolades and fresh feedback. I love you all, and will hopefully write a sequel to this lovely story.

Wilbur: Thanks everybody. I really appreciated your reviews and support, especially when I was stuck in the basement. (looks pointedly at Emily with his arms crossed)

Me: I told you I'd make it up to you. Didn't I do a good job?

Wilbur: I guess…

Me: (looks hurt)

Wilbur: Of course you did! (mumbles) You even made me cry a little.

Me: (huggles and glomps Wilbur) Aww!!! Thanks Wilbur!

Wilbur: Thanks again everybody!