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This second wedding is set some three or four years after Kim has graduated from college.

There will be an interlude set prior to this story before the funeral. (The interlude is set prior - the funeral will be set later than this story. Just giving you warning.)

Wedding 2 – Atypical Jewish Wedding, part 1

Your Place, or Mine?

Bonnie smiled as she leaned over and gently nibbled on Ron's ear as he lay asleep.

Ron didn't bother to open his eyes, "Are you hinting you want me to make breakfast?"

She quit chewing on his ear to answer, "Don't bother. I'll just snack on this."

"Fine, I'll make breakfast."

"Actually, I have a real question. How come we stopped talking about the wedding after we started practicing for the honeymoon?"

"We never talked about a wedding. I asked if you wanted to marry me and you said yes."

She knocked twice on his forehead, "Hello, how are we supposed to get married without a wedding?"

He assumed a look of blank surprise, "I always wondered how that worked." He spoke slowly, as if trying to get the concept clear in his mind, "We have a wedding. And then we're married. That sounds simple enough." He looked at Bonnie, "I'm in favor of it. Count me in."

She considered pretending to strangle him, but one of them needed to be serious. "We need to talk about it, really."

"Okay, how about a June wedding," he suggested. "I'm going to get my last degree… Or do you think I should do graduate work in organic chem?"

"California has colleges too."

"Really? I thought all it had was beautiful women and movie stars."

"Don't forget Mexican gardeners."

"It's the beautiful movie stars I'm interested in."

"I've been in one movie. And I wasn't the star."

"What makes you so sure I was talking about you?"

She considered her Middleton strangler role again, then realized. "Wait, you said this June?"

"Sure, I'll pencil you in."

"RON! Men are hopeless. Do you have any idea how long it takes to plan a wedding?"

He shook his head no. "I'm a man. We don't think, remember? How about December, or next year then?"

"No, we can do it this June. Honestly Ron, are all men helpless around weddings?"

"I guess so. Well, isn't it tradition that the bride picks everything for the service? Maybe it's 'cause we're helpless. Or maybe we don't worry about it 'cause we know you'll take care of everything for us."

"I'm starting to understand why Kim dumped you for Shego."

"She didn't dump me."

"We'll argue about that later. We've got a wedding to plan, and I'd like you to have some say in the ceremony."

"And break with tradition? No way! So, wedding at your church?"

Bonnie grew silent, and stared at the ceiling of her room in Middleton. "I haven't been to church in a long time," she sighed. "I loved Father Tom when I was growing up. Then the bishop moved him and brought in Father Patrick… You heard about his arrest didn't you?"

Ron nodded, "Was that for something he did in Middleton?"

"No… I don't know if Middleton was lucky or no one came forward. He was convicted for molesting kids before he served our parish. And the bishop knew - kept giving him churches anyway… We all just stopped going to church… I think my mom and one of my sisters are going again. Mom said you can't blame the church for the bad people in it. I don't know… The fact the bishop didn't do anything; I just don't want to go back again. I don't want my kids… our kids going there."

Ron didn't know what to say. He gave her a reassuring squeeze. Finally he asked, "So, ask Shego's boss to perform the wedding like she did for Justine?"

It took Bonnie a minute to say anything. "How important is your Judaism to you?"

The question stunned Ron, who attempted to deflect it, "How come you only ask serious question when we're in bed?"

"Because when we're not in bed all you think about is getting me into bed."

"Well, now that I have you here," he chuckled and with the arm not around her he reached for a breast.

Bonnie giggled, and pushed his hand away. "I'm serious."

It was Ron's turn to stare silently at the ceiling for a minute also. "I guess it means it a lot to me. I mean, I'm not very observant… Sometimes I feel guilty over how little I do, but my identity is still Jewish, it's the way I always think about myself. I don't want to change that. It's who I am."

Bonnie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Can we have a Jewish wedding? I've kind of lost my faith, but you still have yours. I don't want to take that away."

Ron stared hard at her.

"What's wrong?" she demanded.

"You think you know someone, and then they surprise you like this."

"I don't understand."

He took her in his arms. "Five minutes ago I would have sworn I couldn't love you any more than I did then. I was wrong."

Their lips had almost met when the pounding started on Bonnie's door. "Aunt Bonnie! Daddy! Time to make breakfast."

"Sorry," Ron whispered. "I'll be downstairs in a minute," he called towards the door.

"When are you going to ask Kasy to stop calling you Daddy?"

"I think it's pretty funny."

"I have this horrible vision of her hanging on to your ankle as you try to walk down the aisle with me, and she's crying, 'Daddy, don't leave Mommy and me'."

Ron chuckled, "That would be hysterical."

Bonnie groaned, "And if she were your daughter she'd do it."

"Oh, did I ever tell you that you have a rival?"


"Maybe I shouldn't tell you. She swore me to secrecy."

"Okay, now you have to tell me."

"A year or so ago Sheki told me she was going to marry me when she grew up." Ron chuckled, "I'll bet she doesn't even remember that now."

"When she grows up, or when you grow up. I'm not sure which one will happen first."

"You're cruel. Now, come on," Ron told her, sitting up in bed. "I need to work on breakfast or they'll be breaking down the door."

Kim bolted her breakfast and ran for work at Global Justice. "Thanks for coming in to watch the girls on the teachers' in-service day."

"No problem," Bonnie assured her.

"I suspect she had incentives beyond taking the twins shopping," suggested Shego.

Ron and Bonnie chuckled softly and Kim glared at the pale woman, "That's enough honesty in front of the twins," Kim warned her.

"What?" Sheki demanded.

"Never mind."

Shego enjoyed breakfast, being careful to keep her suit clean, before leaving for the office. "Are you sure you want to take the girls shopping?" she asked Bonnie.

"Sometimes I feel like they're my kids too," the brunette replied, smiling at the twins.

"Yea! Aunt Bonnie!" Sheki cheered.

"We can talk about joint custody later," Shego promised as she prepared to leave.

"Oh, Ron and I are getting married in June." The twins stared at her.

"About effing time, if you know what I mean. I think Kim already told the twins you were - to, um, avoid some questions."

"Flower girls! Can we be flower girls?" the girls demanded. "Can we look for dresses today?"

"Elope to Vegas, now," Shego suggested as she left.

As soon as Shego left Kasy picked up Smaug and put him on the table, then she started feeding him scrambled eggs, to the creature's obvious pleasure.

"Does your Mommy let you feed Smaug on the table?" Bonnie demanded.

"Mommy's not here," the little red head answered with impeccable logic. "Neither is Eemah."

"But I am. I could tell your Mommy when she gets home."

Suddenly the little girl looked scared, "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"No, I suppose not," Bonnie sighed. "I'll just leave you with a babysitter and take Sheki shopping without you."

Kasy put a resentful looking miniature dragon down on the floor, where he ran around the feet of others at the breakfast table demanding the attention (and scrambled eggs) he felt he deserved.

At the end of the morning's shopping they put bags in the trunk and took a break for lunch.

As the twins feasted on grilled cheese sandwiches and French fries Bonnie questioned them. "So, what's it like to go to synagogue on Saturday morning and church on Sunday?"

"Church is shorter," Sheki offered.

"But you can go out if you want to at the synagogue. There's always something to eat after services at the synagogue."

"But they don't have Sunday school."

"Well, it's Sabbath. How can they have Sunday school on Sabbath?"

"Okay, but I like Mrs. Hendrickson."

"I like her too. She's nice. And they're more kids to play with at church."

Bonnie sighed, wondering why she had hoped for deep insight from children. The morning conversation with Ron stayed with her. She had been to services with the Stoppables on a couple Friday evenings. Ron's mom said they were going more now than they used to, for the sake of Hana. Liturgical services and lectionary readings, even if they didn't call them lectionary readings, seemed normal to her. If Hana could be Jewish couldn't she be Jewish too? Looking at Ron, and how he lived, it didn't seem so hard. Shego was more of a pain about Jewish rules, but it shouldn't be too difficult to live as Jewish as Ron.

The longer she thought about it the more sense it made to her. When the three returned home from afternoon shopping Ron was in the kitchen, braiding challah. "Ron, how do you become Jewish?" Ignoring the warnings of potential salmonella she pinched off a small piece of the sweet bread dough and ate it.

"I became Jewish because my parents were Jewish."

"Okay, literalist, how do I become Jewish?"


"Yes, how do I convert?"