Hi! I owe this to Voltalia the Majestic One! The story she is working on now inspired me, and she reminded me to start procrastinating my homework and work on this thing! So I owe this to you, you wonderful little bugger you! Enjoy!

Mistress took a deep breath. The day was finally here. She was going to get married. To the biggest man-child she had ever met. But, God, she'd be lying if she said she didn't love him. She took a look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a traditional white wedding dress. The only difference was its unnatural size. What would you expect, though? She was 8 months pregnant. She turned to look at the sides of the dress. It was covered in clear sequins. She might not have exactly looked up to her mother, but she had to admit. She had a fairly good taste. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock at her door.

"Come in." She said as she turned the face the person at the door.

She was greeted by the face of not only her assistant, but also her maid of honor. She had been the most logical choice. It wasn't like she went around and gossiped like normal women would do. Oh no. She had a responsibility to Ultraprison, and she would take it very seriously. There was no time for fooling around in this business. If you screwed up, it meant you were weak. And Mistress was not weak. She made that clear to all of her competitors. She had tried to prove that to the Warden the most. She couldn't help, but smile at that. Her biggest competitor was about to become her husband, and would be the father of her children. She still couldn't understand how Warden had matched her step-for-step. She made a move, he countered it with his own. At least she knew she could still be the dominant one. Warden's Lockdown of Love was proof of that. She was suddenly aware of the fact that Cherice was speaking to her.

"I'm sorry, Cherice. What was that?" She asked.

"I asked if you were ready, ma'am." Cherice said fidgeting in her purple dress.

Mistress took another breath. She gave herself another look in the mirror. Why was she nervous about all this? Oh yeah. She was getting married. To a man she knew her mother wouldn't approve. She was glad her mother was dead. She really wasn't in the mood for a talk that left her verbally abused.

"Yeah." She finally breathed out. "Let's get this show on the road."

Cherice nodded her head before quickly signaling Bruce to start up the music. The Bridal March started up, and she walked down the aisle. Cherice struggled with holding Mistress's 3 foot train while also trying to keep up with her long stride. Mistress had her eyes glued to the groom. Who was staring intently back at her. He was in what you'd expect a groom to wear. He had a black and white tux. He had slicked back his hair, but it was hard to tell because of the top hat he was wearing. Jared was nervously tugging at his own tux next to him as he held his role of best man. She took her side next to him. She wasn't holding a bouquet of flowers like most would expect. She grabbed the arm Warden held out to her as they turned to face the priest they had hired. He was shaking at his stand. It was obvious he was uncomfortable with the idea of being surrounded by a lot of convicted criminals. He looked at the couple that was looking at him expectantly.

"W-We are gathered here today to bring these two people together in h-holy matrimony. Marriage is a sacred bond between two people. I have been informed that you have made your own vows. So will..." He looked at the card he had written their names own. "Warden...please start us off.

He was obviously confused, but waited for one of the soon-to-be-weds to start. Everyone watched as Warden took Mistress's hands into his own to look at her. He cleared his throat before starting.

"Mistress, when we first met, I was blown away by your beauty. You were the head of your own jail, and I thought you were perfect. Then I found out you were an annoying woman that always had a new retort to any phrase. You just always threw something new in my face, and I...LOVED it. I realised I didn't want someone that would bend at my every whim. I wanted someone who would challenge me. You give me that. I promise to do my best for you, but you'll have to put up with my immature behavior. I hope you can accept me." He said with all the sincerity in his voice.

"I do." She replied with a smile.

"Now, Mistress, your vows." The priest said.

"Warden, you are by far the most immature man-child I've ever met. You can barely go 5 minutes without going off on some new childish activity. You can barely take care of yourself, and you infuriate me to no end. Yet, you bring out the best in me. You showed there was a side of me I didn't even know was there. You may be a man-child, but that's what I love about you. I hope you will take me as your wife." She told him just as sincere as she was.

"I do." Warden said feeling as if he could jump 10 feet in the air.

The priest, looking relieved that his job was just about done, held both his hands up.

"By the power invested in me, I pronounce you man and wife." He boomed loudly. "You may kiss the bride."

The couple started to lean in to seal the bargain when a loud splash of liquid was heard. Mistress looked down in horror to see that she was standing in a puddle of water. She looked at the Warden who had the same look of terror in his eyes.

"M-My water just broke..."