Title: Yesterday to Tomorrow: Chapter Sixty-three, Every Day is a Dream
Rating: NC-17 [violence, swearing, nudity, sexual situations]

Summary: The wedding party spends the day with spa treatments and golf.

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With picture perfect weather outside, a fortune for both Alyssa's and Chris's plans for the day, a few modifications were made for the last day of relaxation before rehearsal madness began the following day. Alyssa had intended a relaxing spa day at home with her attendants, but with the lovely weather she could not resist moving it outside. So a tent was hastily erected in the backyard near the waterfall to protect the ladies from the sun while receiving their spa treatments.

The at-home spa was perfect for their unique situation. Not only did it allow for Alyssa to not worry about how to get to a spa, but it elimiated the babysitter worries for the day. With Chris out with the guys, including Andrew who opted to not bond with the girls, there had been a few moments of concern of who would watch the kids, especially since their normal babysitters were part of the festivities. Alyssa simply could not impose on family, either her new one or Chris's family, finding it awkward to dump the kids off at a hotel for a few hours. Nick surely wouldn't have liked that at all. So instead the kids played in their playhouse not far from the spa tent, close enough for comfort, far enough for some adult privacy. Plus Toni and Lily were scheduled to have their nails done before the technicians left.

Sitting around the pool wrapped in fluffy robes with their names embroidered on the backs, the ladies waited for the four spa techs to set up inside the tent. Two massage tables, towels, sheets, scented candles, and other things necessary for the treatments all the girls would receive that day were set up inside of the tent within fifteen minutes. The girls were then led into the tent, Alyssa and Judith stripping of their robes and stretching out on the tables while Selene and Aleece settled in chairs for pedicures and manicures.

While the masseuse began on her legs, Alyssa pivoted her head to look at her sister, "I know I haven't really said it before, but I'm so very glad you're here. We might have only known each other for a few weeks now, but I feel like I've known you all my life."

Judith smiled lazily, eyes closed as her own masseuse worked on her shoulders, "I feel privledged to be here, Alyssa. For awhile I thought you wouldn't want to meet me, much less welcome me into your life."

"Family is important, Judith. And you're family," she declared. "And on that note, I know we've only got a day before the wedding, but I would like you to be a bridesmaid."

Her eyes opened at that, gray meeting brown, "I'd be honoured, but there's not enough time for a dr—"

"Actually," Alyssa interrupted, "the dressmaker will be here at six this evening for your fitting. And she's bringing your shoes to fit those too."

"You're not serious."

"I most certainly am."

"Wow. Alyssa, I'm not sure what to.... thank you," Judith replied softly. "I'm honoured."



"MAMA!!!" Nick's little voice filled the air.

Snapping her hand out of the manicurist grasp, Alyssa was on her feet a moment later. Paying no attention to pretty much anything, she passed through the gauzy flaps of the tent, her brown eyes looking for the little boy.

He saw her the instant she appeared. Big tears running down his face, he ran towards her, his little arms wrapping around her leg before she had the chance to embrace him herself. He sobbed, repeatedly babbling something.

Lily and Toni left the playhouse next, the girls dragging their feet, eyes on the ground. Guilt coloured their every step.

"Okay, girls, what happened?" Alyssa asked.

"Um," Lily refused to look up.

Toni however did, a single tear running down her face, "I sorry, Mommy."

"What happened?" she repeated, finally managing to dislodge Nick's grip from her leg and pick him up.

"Nick asked where you were," Lily answered, venturing to look up once. "And... And I told him the aliens took you."

"I sorry, Mommy," Toni repeated.

"And then he started to cry and look for you," she continued. "Then Toni slapped him."

Alyssa sighed and squatted, balancing Nick on her thigh, her eyes on Toni, "Why did you hit your brother?"

"He was being bad," she replied. "He wouldn't stop screaming."

"Does Daddy hit you when you're bad?"

The little girl shook her head.

"Do I hit you when you're bad?"

She shook her head again.

"What do you have to say to your brother?"

"I sorry, Nickie," she looked at her brother for a moment, before her big green eyes returned to Alyssa. "i sorry, Mommy."

Nick was now hiccuping, his tears only glimmers on his cheeks. Alyssa kissed his forehead quickly, before returning her attention to the girls.

"What else, Toni?"

"I sorry for hitting, Nickie. Hitting bad," she proclaimed, before sticking her thumb in her mouth.

Alyssa smiled reassuredly before standing. Her free hand reached down to Toni, offering her grasp to the three year old.

"Why don't you girls come and sit with us? We can paint your nails for the wedding," she claimed, feeling the little girl's wet thumb fold over her hand.

Lily hesitated, not entirely sure it was all right to follow Alyssa. Feeling that the older girl wasn't following, she stopped and turned, her eyes looking at Chris's oldest child.

"Come on, Lily. Everything's all right. Today's a happy day, a day to get pretty," Alyssa claimed. "It's all right."

She nodded and skipped to catch up, though there was a note of worry on her forehead. Stepping into the tent with the other women, Alyssa watched at Lily's face changed from worry to excitement in the blink of an eye. Settling back down in her chair, Nick still clutching to her, Alyssa offered her hand back to the manicurist with an apologetic smile. The two girls shared a chair next to her, eyes bright on what the woman was doing to Alyssa's nails.

"Mine be pretty like that too?" Lily asked, her eyes on Alyssa's diamond studded french manicure.

"Actually I was thinking we could use red. Like Aunt Judith's," she motioned to her sister with her head.

The girls turned in their chairs to look at Judith, both grinning a moment later and giggling, "Yeah!"



Allowing Tim to drive the golf cart had been a mistake, one that all realized between the first and second hole. Lucky for Chris, Tom then stole the keys while Tim teed off, meaning the confrontation was avoided early on. By hole nine, beers had been had and tongues loosened some. Enough for Chris to also be grateful he wasn't drinking.

"So has Alyssa talked to you about Seattle yet?" Andrew asked as Chris drove to the next hole.

Glancing at Alyssa's best friend and person of honor, he slowed the golf cart down, "What about Seattle?"

He shrugged, "I don't really know anything in particular. She would never really tell me. Only that you would hate her and yourself if you knew."

The golf cart came to a complete halt a few yards from where Tom, Tim, and Brad fell out of their golf cart.

"That's all you know?" Chris pressed.

"Yeah pretty much. But from what I gather, it has something to do with you two when you first met," Andrew stated, suspicion showing in his eyes. "You two didn't ... you know... when you first met, did you?"

"She was fifteen," he pointed out, neither confirming nor denying anything.

"I didn't ask that."

"And I was married," Chris stated, starting the golf cart forward again. "Nothing of that nature happened to the best of my memory."

Andrew shrugged again, "Not that it matters to me. You guys are the ones getting married. Though I do have something to say about that."

"Oh?" the cart stopped behind the other, Chris glancing at the man next to him.

Their eyes met for a moment, "If you ever hurt her, I will personally see pain inflicted upon you is three times as bad."

"Duly noted," he nodded curtly. "But you have nothing to worry about. I love Alyssa."

"And so do I. Maybe not the way you do, but so do I," he climbed out of the golf cart, eyes flicking to the three others. "And stop letting Tim touch the scorecard. I think he's cheating. I hate cheaters."



"How was your day with the girls?" Chris asked from the bathroom as Alyssa folded back the blanket and slipped into bed.

"Wonderful. Even the point where Toni hit Nick worked itself out all right," she replied. "How was the day with the boys?"

His head appeared out of the bathroom, toothpaste filling his mouth, "Toni hit Nick?"

"Yeah. But it's nothing to worry about. The kids are all just as stressed as we are," she replied, sinking down into her pillow. "She felt really bad about it and we talked about it. It's not an issue to be concerned with, Chris."

He nodded once, before disappearing back into the bathroom. A moment later he reappeared, flicking the light off in the bathroom, ensconcing the room in darkness. Feeling the bed shift with his weight, Alyssa couldn't help but smile. A moment later his arm looped over her bare stomach, his lips touching her shoulder.

"You smell like... sugar and honey and vanilla," he commented softly, before kissing her shoulder again. "I do believe you taste like it too. Do you taste all over like this?"

"Possibly," she replied, not bothering to hide the humour in her voice. "But you'll have to wait two more days to find out."

Chris sighed, a puff of warm breath dancing on her throat, "Are you going to hide from me on the wedding day too?"

"Once I'm in my dress, yes. But that won't happen until about four," Alyssa responded. "So we get to be nervous together most of the day."

"I don't think I'll be nervous at all," he claimed. "I'm marrying the most wonderful, perfect, beautiful woman in all the world. No need to be nervous."

"Oh I know you are," she teased. "But something stupid could happen, or Tim could decide it's a perfect time for a prank, and then what?"

"Hope that Brad and Tom tackle him," Chris replied, his lips touching her skin again. "My only concern that evening is you, my love."

"Sweet words still aren't going to get you any before we're wed," Alyssa proclaimed.

He chuckled against her skin, "Promise me one thing."

"What's that, Chris?"

"Promise me that you'll always be next to me when I wake in the morning. Because then it never feels like I've left my dreams," he claimed softly. "With you beside me, every day is a dream."