A Simple Jewish Wedding

Chapter 7

I Thee Wed

King in Yellow

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TITLE: I Thee Wed

AUTHOR: King in Yellow

DISCLAIMER: The various characters from the Kim Possible series are all owned by Disney. Any and all registered trade names property of their respective owners. Cheap shots at celebrities constitute fair usage. NoDrogs created Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible in the story A Small Possibility.

SUMMARY: Under the best of circumstances it isn't easy pulling off a traditional wedding with two brides. But when Motor Ed attempts to kidnap one of the brides you aren't dealing with the best of circumstances. Best Enemies universe.

TYPE: Kim/Shego, Other, Romance, Slash

RATING: US: PG-13 / DE: 12

Note: Rachel Adler, a professor at Hebrew Union College in LA wrote the B'rit Ahuvim/Ahuvot Lovers' Covenant. It was published in Engendering Judaism, Beacon Press, 1998. While it was not originally written for a same sex union she has allowed it to be used for that purpose. Whether it is acceptable to call a wedding contract with non-traditional language a ketubah or not remains a debate I won't deal with in the context of a fanfiction.

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Ron woke up on the Possible's couch with a medium-sized headache. He hadn't tried to keep up with Shego and her brothers. He couldn't figure out how she had beat the breathalyzer test, it might have something to do with her comet powers, but that sure hadn't helped the Wegos. Ron suspected that his headache was nothing compared with what those two were probably experiencing.

He made enough noise moving around that Kim's mom popped her head into the living room, “Are you alright, Ron? Shego said you were in no condition to drive back to the house last night.”

“I'm sure she was right,” he groaned.

“Well, we're almost ready for breakfast. Do you want to eat in five minutes?”

“Sounds great, Mrs. Dr. P.”

When he went into the kitchen Ron noticed that Joss seemed a little too happy to see him. He told himself that Bonnie had just been trying to throw off his game on Thanksgiving and Joss wasn't interested in him, but the symptoms seemed to indicate Bonnie had told the truth.

Ron sat down at the table for breakfast. He was drinking orange juice when Shego walked in, wearing an old bathrobe.

“Do you want breakfast?” Jean asked.

“I think I'll pass. I'm not sure why the old rabbis said don't eat before the wedding, but I'm afraid I'd throw up if I tried to eat anything.”

“You're not pregnant, are you?” Ron teased.

“God, I hope not.” Shego kissed Ron on top of the head, “You were great last night, Tiger.”

“WHAT!” Jean looked livid and Joss was blushing bright red.

“Tell them you're joking!” Ron shouted, “Tell them you're joking!”

Jean managed to calm herself down. “I'm not sure I always appreciate Shego's sense of humor. You may be something of an acquired taste,” she told the pale woman.

“I am sorry, Jean. I'm just so nervous I don't know what to do. I wanted to break the tension.”

“That's fine, dear. But I'm afraid you may be a carrier and you were just spreading it around.”

The pale woman suddenly realized that she was not the only one who might have problems with nerves today. She wondered how Kim was doing and suppressed the urge to call.

While the others ate breakfast Shego took a long shower to kill time, then went on to nervous pacing. Ron was anxious to get home and work on the reception, however, so they left after she hurriedly packed the clothing she had taken over to the Possibles.

On the drive over Shego had to ask, “Being nervous is normal, right?”

“I haven't been married before. That's what I hear.”

“Is this really a good idea? Am I going to screw up Kim's life?”

“It's a little too late to be thinking about that now. The question is, do you love her.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, she loves you. You're both too competitive. Neither one of you listens well when someone disagrees with you. And you're both so damn independent you have no business inflicting yourself on another person. But if you don't kill each other in the next couple years you've probably found the only person capable of understanding you.”

“Sounds like you understand us pretty well.”

“Yeah, but I'm not planning on spending the rest of my life with you two.”

When Ron pulled up to the garage he put a hand on Shego's arm to prevent her from leaving immediately, “Hold on, got to make sure things are clear.” He pulled out a walkie-talkie, “It was Monique's idea, she's watching Kim.” He hit the switch, “Holmes to Moriarity, I have Shego outside the house. Permission to come aboard?”

A minute later Will Du's voice came back, “Moriarity to Holmes, Watson confirms that Kim is in her room. Where do you wish to deposit your charge?”

“We're using my room for her and her attendants. Are the O'Ceallaighs there yet?”

“Negative, Holmes, but expected soon.”

“Are we clear for the back door?”

“You may proceed.”

“What the hell is this all about?” Shego asked.

“You aren't supposed to see Kim before the ceremony, right?”

“So Bonnie and her obsessive compulsive disorder were put in charge of making sure of that?”

“No, actually Kim asked Monique. And Monique takes weddings seriously. And she asked Will to supervise the effort. And he takes everything seriously. I'm not sure, but I think the man starches his underwear.”

Shego shook her head, “And Monique said she didn't want the wedding to get too weird.”

“Hurry up, I don't know what are window of opportunity is for getting inside. If you don't go now we might have to get permission again.”

Someone had been busy in Ron's room. His futon was rolled and over to the side and Shego's black silk outfit was folded over a chair. “I'll let you dress,” Ron told her. “I'll be downstairs working on reception, holler if you need me.”

“Where are you and Wegos going to dress?”

“What, we can't dress in front of you?”

“Come to think about it, I helped mom change their diapers. But seriously?”

“Seriously we should have one of the other bedrooms. I'm thinking Monique or Justine will give us hers.”

Shego changed and tried to kill time by reading a textbook. After about twenty minutes she realized she had been going over the same page repeatedly and had no idea what it said. Fortunately a knock came on the door a few minutes later.

“Are you decent?” Monique asked.

“Who, me? Surely you jest.”

“Okay, are you dressed?”

“Sure, come in.”

Ron had planned for an earlier start in the morning, and was working like crazy to get the formal dining room organized for the party. The slight headache didn't help. He had the tables, chairs, plates and everything but the food arranged the way he wanted and had just got back to the kitchen to call and find out what was happening with the cake when Bonnie came in, obviously upset.

“Ron, I was just reading about Jewish weddings online.”

“I thought you were the one who always got her homework done early.”

“It's not homework. And the article said that men only dance with men, and women only dance with women.”

“Sure, didn't you know that?”

Bonnie's scream brought Monique running down the back stairs from Ron's room. Shego had started out also, but Monique pushed her back, “You stay here. You don't see Kim before the ceremony.”

“What's wrong?” the black woman demanded when she got into the kitchen.

Ron was rubbing his temples, Bonnie's scream had not been good for his headache, “I, uh, was playing with Bonnie's head.”


“Well, she seems to have looked up some website that talked about Jewish weddings and it described some Hasidic or traditional Orthodox --”

“Provide a translation for the Christian, please.”

“There are several branches of Judaism. It used to be that men and women didn't dance together, it was men with men and women with women--”

“Don't tell me you told Bonnie things like that still happen.”

“Well, that's still the way the Hasids - the ultra-Orthodox - and traditional Orthodox do it. But the modern Orthodox, Conservatives, Reform, and Reconstructionist Jews all have men and women dancing together. It's not my fault Bonnie believes everything she reads on the web.”

Monique counted to ten to suppress the urge to throttle Ron, “Go upstairs and explain that to her right this minute, before she climbs out a window and runs away from home.”

“I've got work to do.”

“I'll help you, Will will help you. But there has been too much work in this wedding to let you mess it up by scaring Bonnie.”

“Okay, okay,” Ron grumbled and reluctantly left the kitchen. He felt like Bonnie had been teasing him at Sears and he had wanted some payback.

He was able to get Bonnie calmed down by the time the cake arrived.

Because of his late start Ron was starting to panic, fortunately other residents of the house, friends, and guests pitched in to help and eventually he was feeling confident. He felt like he was neglecting Shego, but fortunately her family arrived while he was working and her mom had gone directly to Ron's room to be with her. Ron drafted Shego's father for the job of chief of coffee. Hego and the Wegos were put to work carrying the rental chairs upstairs and setting them up in the loft under the supervision of Will Du.

Kim herself was enjoying something of a preternatural calm. After the late night talk session with the other women she had actually been able to sleep in late. While she felt no religious obligation to fast before the ceremony she did so anyway, more to share the experience with Shego than for any other reason. She spent time playing with the twins. Shego had once referred to them as a permanent reminder of a temporary madness. Kim could understand the feeling, but knew that Shego was every bit as devoted to the girls as she was. If they had been a little older she would have used them as flower girls -- although that would have created the potentially embarrassing situation of kids who could remember their parents' wedding. Hopefully they'd be the right age when Monique and Justine made their walks down the aisle.

Actually there had been a moment of panic for Kim earlier in the morning over the party Ron and the Wegos threw for Shego. She'd knocked on Ron's door when she got up to ask how things had gone and found he'd never made it home. She'd had a terrible vision of all four of them in the hospital or jail, but when she called home her mother had assured her that Ron was asleep on the couch and Shego was in the guest room.

Now Kim wanted to see Shego, or at least know she was in the house and everything was going fine. Since Monique took her job of keeping the two from seeing each other before the ceremony seriously Kim finally sent the maid of honor over to make sure the other bride-to-be was fine, with strict orders to report back quickly.

While Kim's orders were strict: Monique was to see Shego and return to Kim, Shego was too glad to see the black woman to let her leave as quickly as Kim would like. Kim was starting to worry whether or not Monique had found Shego. While she was waiting for Monique she heard a loud scream from downstairs; she opened her bedroom door and saw Bonnie running into her room and slamming the door.

“What's wrong,” Kim asked as she knocked on Bonnie's door.


“That's not an answer. I'm coming in.”

Bonnie had backed into a corner. “You didn't tell me on purpose.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That men only dance with men and women only dance with women at Jewish weddings. This was some sort of set up.”

“I don't know what you're talking about. I've been to exactly one Jewish wedding. Some cousin of Ron's. Men and women danced together.”

“But I was reading online--”

“Online? You believed what you read online?”

Bonnie paused, the web was both a great place for both information and misinformation. Kim continued. “I thought we got a lot of this talked through last night.”

Bonnie sighed, “I got some of it resolved on the intellectual level. I still have the gut level reaction.”

“Well, you need to get intellectual. I need you for a bride's maid.”

“But Ron said--”

“I, uh, need to explain that,” Ron interrupted, appearing in the doorway. “Why is everyone picking on me today?” He looked at Kim, “Your mom was going to kill me for sleeping with Shego last night.”


“It was a joke Shego told your mom. It wasn't very funny. Anyway I--”

“You didn't make it home last night. Why?”

“Shego said I was too drunk to drive. I probably was. Anyway--”

“Too drunk to drive? Wasn't it your job to keep her sober enough for the wedding?”

“Yeah, can I finish groveling to Bonnie before you tear out my liver?”

Kim looked to Bonnie, “Odd or even?”

Bonnie called “Even, count of three.” They hit their right fists against their left palms as Bonnie counted, “One… Two… Three!” Bonnie had one finger stuck out, Kim two.

“Okay, Ron,” Kim continued. “What happened last night?”

“Well, Will wanted us to go to a titty bar, and Shego was knocking back this drink we'd never heard of, and the Wegos were really getting plastered on them, and then Will paid for a lap dancer--”

“Will got a lap dancer for Shego?” Kim asked.

“Beats what we had for you,” Bonnie pointed out.

“I'm guessing it was a woman, right?” Kim demanded of Ron.

“Well, they don't have male strippers at a titty bar. Anyway it was for--”

“I don't want to hear about your night of debauchery. You say Shego was drinking those things too?”

“Oh yeah, she must have had four or five. I had two and a little something else and I was looped.”

“So how did you get home?”

“Shego drove.”

“In that condition?”

“Yeah, it was weird. When the cop pulled us over--”

“The police stopped you?”

“That's what I just said. You're repeating me a lot, do you know that?”

“You take over, Bonnie. Talking with Ron is making me nervous.”

“Okay Ron,” the brunette demanded, “Do men and women dance together at Jewish weddings? I want a straight answer.”

“Yes, and no.”

“You're having as much luck as I did with him,” Kim said.

“Men and women didn't dance together in the old days. Some people are still like that. That's how my dad was raised and what he wanted to get away from. I'm sure this isn't going to be like that. And,” he took Bonnie's hand and kissed it gallantly, “I beg the favor of a dance this afternoon that I might properly apologize for upsetting you.”

Bonnie smiled and nodded.

“Great,” Kim warned her, “he's going to apologize by stepping on your toes.”

“Uh, if you don't mind, I need to get back to the kitchen. I've got a ton of work to do for the reception and not enough time. Any chance you could help a little?” he asked Bonnie.

She sighed, “Sure. Give me just a minute to calm down and I'll be down to help.”

“Is Shego here?” Kim demanded. “I sent Monique to see her and hadn't heard back.”

“I guess they got talking. 'Nique came into the kitchen when Bonnie screamed.”

When she got back to her bedroom Kim discovered she had left the door open and the twins had disappeared. She found them with Monique in Justine's room.

The Possibles arrived en masse, as did the O'Ceallaigh contingent. The rabbi arrived about noon to make sure everything was prepared. The message table from the entryway found it's way to the top floor to hold the wine and ketubah. The rabbi brought in the poles for the chuppah and looked over Shego's tallis to make certain if was large enough. “Who will be the canopy bearers?” she asked.

“Kim has twin brothers--”

“There are a lot of twins in the family, aren't there?”

“You don't know the half of it,” Ron told her. “Anyway, Kim asked her brothers. Shego's brothers, the older ones, were asked to hold the chuppah, but declined. She asked a friend, Drew Lipsky, to be one of her bearers… I'd better check and see if she has the fourth.”

“In a minute, please. Are you and Mr. Lipsky the two Jewish witnesses?”

“That's us.”

“That's also a little awkward when we have the signing. Maybe we can have someone else hold up his corner for a minute while we do that.”

On the floor below, in her bedroom, Kim's mother helped her into the wedding dress. “You look beautiful,” she told her daughter.

“Thanks, Mom. Do I get some sort of talk?”


“Duty to my spouse and all that stuff. What did grandma tell you on your wedding day?” Kim regretted the question as soon as she asked it.

“She said she'd never speak to me again if I went ahead with the wedding.” Jean touched her daughter on the nose, “Of course she didn't know that you were on the way. I don't think it would have mattered. You were almost a year old before I heard her speak to me again.”

“I'm sorry, Mom,” Kim gave her mother a hug.

“So, if I have any advice,” Jean told her daughter, “it's never give up on family. I'm going to enjoy my grandkids even if my parents wouldn't enjoy theirs.”

At one Ron and the Wegos wanted to dress, but found no one willing to give up a bedroom and had to use the unfinished library to change. While they were changing the string quartet arrived and Will Du, in full-blown take-charge mode had shown them where to set up in the loft area and explained where they would be playing during the reception on the ground floor.

Around one-thirty the first guests began to trickle in. Dr. Drakken looked semi-professional in a suit. Both Drakken and Felix felt a bit odd on learning they were Shego's choices for canopy bearers. They had always been rather cold towards each other, and the recent arrest of Motor Ed had been a reminder of the theft of the wheelchair. Without speaking they decided the best approach was to remember they were doing it for Shego and try to not speak to the other.

A handful of Legals, including Rina and Mag, who had helped Shego sort through the charges against her, arrived fairly early. While the original plan had always been to keep it small and simple the guest list had eventually grown until around fifty people were expected.

As it drew closer to two Will Du began to get nervous, “What do I do if there are late guests? I can't be upstairs for the wedding and downstairs welcoming people at the same time.”

“Oh, we can take care of that,” Shego's brother Will assured him, “let us handle the door downstairs.”

“But you're in the wedding party.”

“We're incredible at multi-tasking,” Ed told him. At one fifty the Wegos told Will Du to go upstairs, that they'd handle the door. When he reached the loft he saw them chatting with the rabbi about their part in the ceremony, and he wasn't sure -- but he thought he saw one of them talking with Bonnie as the bridesmaids asked about their position during the ceremony.

At one-fifty-five the Rabbi helped the chuppah bearers get the tallis on the poles and raise the canopy over the small table. While they were setting up the rabbi asked Will Du to get Shego.

In the back of the loft Will whispered into his walkie-talkie, “Moriarity speaking. We are ready to begin ceremony here. Status report?”

“Holmes to Moriarity,” Ron complained, “we're just as ready as the last five times you asked.”

“Watson to Moriarity,” Monique spoke into the walkie-talkie, “we are in position. Awaiting processional for Shego.”

“Moriarity to the both of you, the rabbi tells me she needs Shego up here for something now. Watson, keep Kim in her room. Holmes, send Shego up here with me.”

“I want to thank you all for coming,” the rabbi began. “This is an unusual wedding for me, the first time when non-Jews have been the majority. Because of that I've been asked to explain some of what is happening. Sharon and Kim requested a very simple service. They decided to keep some of the traditional elements of the kiddushin, the ceremony of union, but are cutting other traditional elements which they felt suggested one being subservient to the other.

“Traditionally there would have been separate receptions before the wedding for the friends of the groom and friends of the bride, along with the party afterwards. We like to party. The ketubah, the wedding contract, would have been signed at the groom's party by the groom and two witnesses. The bride's signature was unnecessary. In the traditional ceremony the groom plays a central role, because Sharon is the Jewish partner I have asked her to assume some of the responsibilities of the groom. But she and Kim see themselves as partners. Kim will be signing the ketubah after the service. But we begin with the Jewish partner and the witnesses.”

Shego was now standing to one side, and as the rabbi finished speaking the pale woman nodded to Joss, who moved over to take Drakken's place during the signing.

Drakken took out a pen and quickly signed then handed it to Ron. Ron paused for a minute, then chuckled, “That's your Hebrew name?” he whispered.

“And what's wrong with it?” Drakken sniffed. “It's a perfectly good name.”

“Oh yeah, that will strike terror in hearts everywhere.” Ron noticed that Drakken was staring over his shoulder as Ron signed his name in Hebrew. “Uh, tell you what,” the young man suggested. You don't tell anyone my Hebrew name and I won't tell them yours.”


The ceremony slowed to a crawl as Shego took the pen and looked at the crib sheet in her hand. The rabbi had told her that Sharon was a perfectly fine Hebrew name, but she had wanted something which sounded more 'Jewish' and Ruth had suggested Shoshana, since Sharon was often connected with the Rose of Sharon and Shoshana was also a flower name. Having embraced the name Shego had gotten ambitious and demanded to know how to write it in Hebrew. Despite a week of practice she had a vague sense of being a kindergartner with crayon in hand once again, just learning how to write her name. She looked at the name when she was finished, it wasn't pretty but it still gave her a sense of accomplishment.

“Go back down, wait for your music,” the rabbi whispered and Shego returned to her attendants and parents in Ron's room.

Shego's return was the cue for her attendants to get ready. When the music changed Will lead the way upstairs, followed a few seconds later by Ed, then Ron. In the front of the loft the three moved to the left and lined up, waiting for Shego's processional. There was some nervous conversation among the guests, wondering if they should stand for the entrance of both brides. The music from upstairs could be heard in Kim's room. She had insisted the door to the back stairs and her own door be left open so she could hear it better.

“Her attendants are going up,” Monique reported. “Will you tell me what you picked for her processional?”

“You should be hearing it any second now,” Kim told her.

With Shego's attendants in place Will Du nodded to the quartet who started one of the two strangest processionals they had ever performed for a wedding. In Kim's room Jean and Kim smiled at each other and sang the words as the song played:

Raven hair and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
Wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
High she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman she got
The moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
Dancing shadows and firelight
Crazy laughter in another
Room and she drove herself to madness
With a silver spoon

Shego's parent's also laughed as they heard the music. Shego was feeling too nervous to laugh, but she smiled broadly. Kim might have beaten her on the processional. Shego and her parents left Ron's room for the top floor. Then, with her parents on either side of her Shego walked down the aisle. As they came to the front the two each gave her a kiss and sat down with Zita, Tara, and the grandkids. Shego stood, the dark black of the silk and dark green of the shirt making her look deathly pale. She felt out of place and freakish. She remembered the joke Ron had told months earlier, she felt like a frog who had been kissed by a beautiful princess. She knew she'd never be able to read that story to her daughters without remembering this day.

“Wait for our cue,” Monique warned Justine and Bonnie. The three were now in position by the door leading to the back stairs. When quartet began a piece by Mozart as the bridesmaids began their ascent to the top floor. Justine, Bonnie, and Monique went to the right as the reached the area in front, presenting the perfect balance Monique had wanted.

Shego stood, fidgeting nervously, as she waited for Kim to appear. With Kim's attendants in position Shego nodded to the quartet, who began a piece of music Shego had sung to Kim in Mexico two years earlier. Kim and everyone at the ceremony smiled and stood, and Shego sang the words in her own mind, changing the gender references in her mind.

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where’s the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for at hero 'till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero 'till the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Larger than life

Shego's heart was pounding so hard it hurt in her chest as Kim and her parents reached the top of the stairs and began to move forward. The years of feeling like an outcast and freak were over. The most wonderful woman in the world accepted and believed in her. She felt her eyes growing moist and hoped she wasn’t going to cry at her own wedding.

Shego reached out her hand when the Possibles reached the front of the loft and Kim took it. The Drs. Possible each gave Kim a kiss and moved over to fight the O'Ceallaighs over possession of the grandchildren.

Kim and Shego smiled at each other, having not seen the other in a week. The two had coordinated heel height so they were exactly on the same level. They agreed it was important to officially start life together seeing eye-to-eye, even if it was the last day that was true. They then turned to face the rabbi.

Drakken, Ron, and his parents were the only ones with a clue as the rabbi blessed the wine and Kim and Shego each took a sip.

She then addressed the guests, “Sharon and Kim have chosen a contemporary version of the wedding contract, it is adapted from The Lovers' Covenant by Rachel Adler, a feminist theologian. It is on their ketubah in both Hebrew and English.”

The rabbi began reading the English version, starting with the preamble, “On this, the fourteenth day of the month of February in the year…”

Shego turned and whispered in Kim's ear, “I figured out why you're marrying me.”

Kim raised an eyebrow and Shego continued, “You spent all those years trying to capture me and failing. So you decided to make sure I couldn't get away from you.”

Kim leaned over and whispered in Shego's ear, “You are so full of yourself,” then put a finger to her lips to remind the older woman to remain silent.

“… This agreement into which Sharon and Kim are entering is a holy convenant like the ancient covenants of our people, made in faithfulness and peace to stand forever. It is a covenant of protection and hope like the covenant God swore to Noah and his descendants, saying,

“When the bow is in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures, all flesh that is on earth. That,” God said to Noah, “shall be the sign of the covenant that I have established between me and all flesh.

“It is a covenant of distinction, like the covenant God made with Israel, saying: You shall be my people, and I shall be your God.

“It is a covenant of devotion, joining hearts like the covenant David and Jonathan made, as it is said:

“And Jonathan's soul was bound up with the soul of David. Jonathan made a covenant with David because he loved him as himself.

“It is a covenant of mutual loving kindness like the wedding covenant between God and Zion, as it is said,

“I will espouse you forever. I will espouse you with righteousness and justice and loving kindness and compassion. I will espouse you in faithfulness and you shall know God.

“The following are the provisions of the lovers' covenant into which the couple now enter:

“Sharon and Kim declare that they have chosen each other as companions.

“Sharon and Kim declare that they are setting themselves apart for each other and will take no other lover. Sharon and Kim hereby assume all the rights and obligations that apply to family members: to attend, care, and provide for one another

“Sharon and Kim commit themselves to a life of kindness and righteousness as a family and to work together toward the communal task of mending the world. Sharon and Kim pledge that one will help the other at the time of dying, by carrying out the last rational requests of the dying partner, protecting each other from indignity or abandonment and by tender, faithful presence with the beloved until the end, fulfilling what has been written:

“Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is stronger than death.”

“And to this covenant we affix our signatures.”

“The ring for Kim,” the rabbi whispered to Ron, who produced it and handed it to Shego. “Repeat after me,” she instructed the pale woman, “ Behold you are sanctified to me with this ring, according to the Law of Moses and Israel.”

Shego repeated the words as she slipped the gold band on Kim's finger.

The rabbi turned to Monique, “Sharon's ring?”

Monique took the bouquet of flowers from Kim as she handed her a ring.

“Please repeat after me, I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.”

Kim looked in Shego's eyes as she slipped the ring on, “ I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.”

The rabbi addressed the guests, “You need to bear with me as I recite the Sheva Brachos, the seven blessings.”

Only Ron's dad could follow the rabbi as she gave the blessings. For some odd reason it made him think he should call his mother when he got home. He owed her a long talk, it had been months since they spoke.”

At the end of the blessings the cup of wine was again offered to Kim and Shego, who again each took a sip. She had warned ahead of time to finish it, which the pale woman did.

“Why Jews break a glass at the end of the wedding ceremony isn't clearly known,” the rabbi explained as she wrapped the wine glass in a heavy towel and handed it to Shego. “If you want I can explain some of the theories to you at the seudah, the reception, downstairs.”

Shego put the towel down on the floor and stomped down on it, hard, bringing the satisfying sound of breaking glass and cheers of “Mazel Tov!” from Drakken, the Stoppables, and the rabbi.

Kim leaned over and whispered, “That's the last time you get to put your foot down.”

There was a brief pause as the couple wondered if there was something they had missed, “You can kiss her if you want,” the rabbi whispered to them.

Shego's hand was shaking as she raised it to lift the veil. “You never shook like that when you were trying to hit me,” Kim teased.

“Hitting you is easier than living with you,” the pale woman responded.

The veil out of the way they stared into each other's eyes for a moment, wondering how the two of them could have ever come together. And then soft lips met. They had meant for a short, innocent kiss, but the feel of her lover's lips against her own after a week apart proved overpowering to good intentions. They had no idea how long the kiss lasted before the rabbi coughed politely. “I think that's enough for now.”

The two looked up, startled, as most of their friends and family applauded. Shego noticed that Hego looked distinctly uncomfortable and she thought of kissing Kim again, but realized her father didn't look comfortable either and decided to forego the pleasure. Instead she caught the eyes of the bearded professor on the cello and gave him a nod for the recessional. The rabbi sighed and Kim giggled as the quartet began the Hallelujah Chorus from Handel's Messiah and Kim and Shego walked, arm in arm, down the aisle to the back of the loft and then down the stairs.

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