The Real Deal: George and Steph's Wedding

Once again, there's been another wedding for the Listening to My Heart story. And once again, I'm here to share the non posed, real time, unedited, completely real wedding of George Frederick Davila and Stephanie Brooke Hathaway.

I don't know who designed the wedding aspect of Sims 3, but every time my Sims get married, I shake my head at the absurdity that happens. You'd think after posting about two other weddings, Charlie and Kate's and Charlotte and Ethan's, that there couldn't possibly be anything else that would surprise me with Sim weddings. . .leave it to George and Steph to prove me wrong. LOL!

Maybe by generation 4 things will calm down and the weddings will be surprise free. . .who am I kidding? This is the Hobbles and Davilas were talking about. ;)

So here it is, George and Steph's wedding:

Well, first we need the bride and groom. And they can be found. . .

Kissing! Of course because that's what George and Steph are almost always doing when they're in the same place. Hey you two! Knock it off! You need to get married, and there's no kissing before a wedding!

Well, now that we've gotten those two to cooperate, let's make sure the rest of the family is ready to go. . .

Hey, guys, where's the other third of the family? They're where?

Um. . .you know there's a reason that I spent time nicely placing chairs near the wedding arch, right guys? Cause it would be way more comfortable to watch the wedding sitting down with an unobstructed view. All those flowers kind of make it hard to see what's going on if you stand behind them.

Not you too, Trev?

Trev: Well, you know when in Rome. . .

But you're not in Rome, Trev. You're in Appaloosa!

Trev: Exactly!

Um. . .okay. Whatever. Let's just get on with it.

Steph: Why did we decide to have so many flowers? It. . ah. . .makes me. . .achoo! Sneeze.

George: ' Sup Uncle Charlie?

Charlie: 'Sup George?

Just some friendly family chatter over the flower bushes that are in back of the wedding arch!!! Oh my gosh, guys! Can you please go sit in the chairs?

Oh look! The whole family has gathered behind the arch. . .I swear, I've never seen this before, but George and Steph look like their ready to start. Hopefully nothing else will distract from this beautiful, serious event.

And just like that, Kate starts to hold her wrist. 

*Side note - Why did the creators of Sims 3 decide that holding ones wrist was the universal way for Sims to show that they're happy at weddings????*

Scarlett looks less than thrilled that she cancelled a tour date to be at the wedding.

Let's check back in with the bride and groom. . .Wait! Do you hear that? Someone's crying!

Charlie. . .you and your children are bothering those around you. Look, Chuck and Ethan can't even concentrate on the wedding:

Charlie: I'm sorry. I'll try to get myself together.

Thanks, Charlie. I appreciate it and I'm sure George and Steph would too. Maybe those standing on the other side of the arch are fairing better.

Wait, is that. . .

Yup, it's Trev hiding behind one of his cousins. What's wrong, Sugar?

Trev: I just. . .I just can't believe that my baby brother is getting married. 

Yeah, I understand, cause it seems like yesterday that he was just a tiny little George.

Trev: No. Because now I'm the only kid whose not married. And I'm the oldest!!

*Sandy nods* Oh. Well, we're working on that sweetie.

What about the mother of the groom? Maybe she's feeling less emotional.

She seems to be holding up pretty well. But, how can she see past her nephew that's standing in front of her. Hey! Nephew! Move out of the way! You know what? If you turn around, you can actually see the wedding! Novel idea.

Well, even if he's not going to turn around and watch, I think we should. 

*Sandy smacks her own forehead*

Not the wrist holding thing again!!

Oh my gosh! Even Jeff is participating. . .

*Sighs* Enough with the distractions, let's watch the wedding.

So beautiful!

HALLELUJAH!!!

What in the. . .?

Jeff, did you just scream out?

Jeff: HALLELUJAH!!! They finally got married!! 

I completely agree Jeff. It's about damn time.

Oh! Hold on! I think the big kiss is going to happen. . .

Oh my God, George! Are you trying to kiss her or inhale her face? Easy Tiger!

Much better! And look at all the people holding their wrists! Maybe they're checking their pulse? Afraid that the excitement of the wedding will get them too excited?

I don't know, but the only "normal" looking ones are George and Steph. Who are of course making lovey eyes at each other.

Oh dear, Trev's started crying again. . .

Hey Bridge! Did you get to see any of the wedding?

Bridge: No, not really.

Gee, I wonder why! Couldn't possibly be because someone stood in front of you the whole time, which wouldn't have happened if everyone had sat in the chairs. . .but I digress.

Well, now that the ceremony is over, it's time to party!! There's a big dance floor and I know you all like to dance! Whatda say?

That's what I like to see! Happy Sims dancing their pants off! I mean, look at Chuck!

I never knew he had moves like that! Everyone else is getting down too! But why is Steph dancing by herself? Hey Steph, where's George?

Steph: He's in the tall grass.

Doing what?

Steph: Dancing. . .

Oh okay. Really? 

Steph: *nods* Yup. With Uncle Jeff.

Oh this I have got to see!!!!

Wow. Just. . .wow. Let's go find someone who actually knows how to dance. Oh Trev!!!!

Trev: What's up pretty lady?

*Sandy blushes* That's sweet of you, Trev. I was wondering if you could dance us out of this crazy wedding.

Trev: Does a firefly have a light up butt?

Wha. . .I don't know. Just dance.

Trev: You got it!

And that, friends, was the real deal wedding of George and Steph. All I can say is thank goodness it's over, they're married, and hopefully there won't be another one for a while. . .

Jeff: Um, Star and I still have to get married.

*Sandy smacks her forehead again.* Crap!!

Trev: Yeah, and I might want to do that sometime too. . .

*Sandy reaches for the wine bottle* If y'all need me, I'll be chugging my big bottle of white zinfandel. 

Thanks for reading!

♥Sandybeachgirl♥

More pictures of George and Steph's Wedding

Since I took a gazillion pictures of their wedding but didn't want to post all of them in the chapter, I've posted many of the ones that didn't make it on my Simblr. If you'd like to check them out, click HERE.

Here's one of my favorites:

George - Chapter Twenty Two: Once in a Lifetime - Part Two

I've included the song that inspired this chapter, which, like many songs for George's story, is a Michael Bolton song (I guess George is a fan. lol!)

 ****Steph****

Saturday, August 28th

I woke up on the morning of our wedding and knew from the barely visible light coming through the curtains that it was still very early. The time on the clock confirmed it and I mumbled as I rolled over on my side and tried to go back to sleep, but the excitement I felt kept that from happening. My feet started to involuntarily flip up and down and I realized that I was biting my lip and I laughed at myself.

"George would be laughing at me right now." I said to myself and I realized at that moment how much I missed him. I missed feeling him next to me, waking up to his arm wrapped around my waist, to him greeting me good morning by calling me Sunshine. . .It was all too much; the excitement, missing him, the longing for him. . .I jumped out of bed and found some running clothes hoping that if I could get in a run it would take some of the edge off. I quickly pulled my hair back and quietly made my way down the back staircase.

As I neared the kitchen I heard voices and found myself chuckling as I remembered that no one in that house slept late. I walked into the kitchen and saw Grandpa Chuck, Uncle Charlie, and Aunt Kate who all looked shocked to see me.

"What are you doing up? And are you going for a run?" Aunt Kate asked me.

"I couldn't sleep anymore and I have to do something or I'll go crazy, so yes, I'm going for a run." I smiled at them and they all shook their heads.

"Did you sleep well?" Grandpa Chuck wondered as he poured himself another cup of coffee.

"Pretty good; I don't sleep well the first night in a different place anyway, add that to what today is. . .I slept as well as I expected to."

"Well, you should probably get movin' if you want to get that run in. If Charlotte isn't up by the time you get back we'll grab some pots and pans and bang on them until she comes out." I laughed at the picture of Uncle Charlie scrounging up pots and pans and leading an assault on Charlotte's room.

"I can just imagine how happy that would make Charlotte." We all chuckled and I waved as I walked outside and looked around as I stretched. My eyes quickly looked across the street and I smiled as I looked at George's old house. I thought back to the first moment that I saw it and the ginormous ranch that I now stood outside of. It amazed me how much my life had changed in the eight months since that Christmas. I had been accepted by a wonderful family, which had always been one of my dreams; but after twenty one years of not having anything close to that, I had begun to believe that it would never happen. That had all changed last Christmas when I had first laid eyes on the ranch and George's old house. 

I began to run in the opposite direction of Bridge's house, not wanting to take the chance that I might see George as I ran past the small dirt road that led to her house, and my thoughts wandered to him. We had only known each other for ten months, had only really started to get to know each other in the last eight, but even after those eight short months, there was no way I could imagine my life without him. 

Although, if someone had told me the night that we first saw each other that I had met my future husband, I would have thought they were an idiot. Not the superhero guy, the guy who mysteriously appeared out of the shadows of a dark alley to "save" me. Not the guy who stood against the wall at parties as he watched and analyzed people. But as I kept running I realized that as I looked back even to those first times that we ran into each other, that there had been something there, as Grandpa Chuck had put it the night before, there had been a spark; and after last night I knew just how much George and I owed to Charlotte, Trev, and also Grandma Amanda for helping George and I get to this day.

I turned another corner and continued to think about George and how we had gotten to this day when the sight of someone running toward me stopped me in my tracks and I shook my head. . .

George - Chapter Twenty Two: Once in a Lifetime - Part One

OMG! I'm so sorry this took so long to publish!!! I am so particular about wedding chapters and I finally feel like this one is ready. Thank God!!! Lol!

I've split it into two parts because this is George, and he likes to talk, and he was very particular about what could be cut from this chapter. Plus, there's a ton of pictures. I took over 1,000 just for this chapter (I might have a picture taking problem).

Anyway, without further ado, I finally present to you, George and Steph's wedding. Hope you enjoy and that it was worth the really long wait!

♥Sandybeachgirl♥

****Steph****

“I’m starting to wonder if I’m going to find a dress that’s exactly what I’m looking for.” I lamented as Charlotte and I stood in a dressing room at the bridal shop. “I’m having fun but none of the ones I’ve tried on has given me the feeling that you had when you first put on your dress.”

She sweetly smiled and put a hand on my arm. “We’ll find it! It took me how many dresses to find ‘the one?’”

I chuckled. “I think it was ten. . .I lost count after the sixth one.” I kidded.

“Haha! It was nine.” She smiled again. “You've only tried on three dresses so don't lose hope. I’m convinced that somewhere in this store the right dress is waiting for you to find it.” She turned around and started looking through the dresses that the consultant had picked out. “Once you find your dress, what else do you need to do?"

"Oh my. . ." I sighed. "Well, there's the invitations, the flowers; which one of the magazines you gave me had some great ideas. . ."  She turned around and smiled at me before scanning the dresses again. "There's the food, the decorations; it's almost overwhelming."

"Well at least you know the when and where" She turned around and held up a dress for me to inspect and I shook my head. 

"That was the easy part, it didn't take us long to make the decision to have it in Appaloosa and at the end of August. With his work schedule picking up after that and with Ethan and I starting the catering business around the same time, it just made sense to have it sooner rather than later. Plus, I don't think George would have agreed to waiting; not that I would want to either."

She laughed and pulled out another dress that had the lace detail and form that I had wanted. I nodded and as we continued to talk about the wedding, Charlotte helped me out of one dress and into the other.

"With the wedding being at the ranch, though, you won't have to worry too much, right?"

"That's true. I talked to your Mom and Aunt Kate the other day and they already knew who to call for food and decorations. If it wasn't for them, and you, I think I just might start freaking out." I admitted the last part as she fastened the last button on the new dress and as she walked around to face me, her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"I think you might freak out when you see this dress. . ." I tried to turn around to look in the mirror but she stopped me before I could. "Oh no! You need to go out and see it for the first time in the big mirrors." She opened the dressing room door and as I stepped out a mile wide grin spread across the consultant's lips and she nodded at Charlotte who had the same grin on her face. I started to comment on it when I caught the first glimpse of the dress in the large mirrors.

"Oh my. . ." I breathed in and held my breath as I stood staring at myself in what I realized then would be my wedding dress. I had seen that happen to Charlotte when she tried on her dress; from the moment she had seen herself in it, she had known she had found the dress.