. . . Until We Said “I Do” is the ninety-second chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on April 1, 2016.


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Sarah's POV

Well, it was kind of bad before we walked down the aisle.

But first, let me state everyone’s position in the wedding: Jasmine and Emily were the flower girls and wearing very beautiful blue dresses. Selena was my maid-of-honor—or, actually, she was my matron-of-honor since she was now married herself—and I only had Amber as my bridesmaid since Zak was only having Zack as his best man and Ulraj as his only groomsman.

Though it was a little different for Zack and Selena’s wedding: Zak and I were the best man and maid-of-honor, but they each had three groomsmen and bridesmaids. But anyway, back on my wedding.

Selena and Amber were also wearing beautiful yellow dresses. I wanted them to wear orange dresses, but we just couldn’t find or make any that looked good for a wedding. That color just doesn’t belong in one at all unless, maybe, it was mixed with different colors as well. Oh well.

I had to have Peter do something so that he wouldn’t feel left out, so I had him be the ring barrier. And, of course, my dad would be walking me down the aisle.

The animals were also a little dressed up themselves. Kimbia, Chewie, Toto, Fiskerton, and Komodo were wearing bowties, and the girls, Shillow, Amber, Kika, Honey, and Zon, were wearing real flower tiaras. So were Jasmine and Emily.

I was in my private room, dressed in my mom’s wedding dress that she wore to both of her weddings to Nick and to my dad. It was really beautiful.

Jasmine came in to see me.

“Hi, Mommy,” she said.

“Hi,” I replied. “And don’t you look pretty.”

“You too.”

She came over to me, kneeled down, and touched my feet.

“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Seeing if your feet are cold,” Jasmine replied.


“Great Uncle Doyle said something to me about you and Daddy having cold feet, and I want to make sure they’re warm, and they are.”

I laughed. “That’s sweet. But first of all, you need to stop talking to your Great Uncle Doyle until you’re older and understand him better. And second of all, I know that me and your daddy will not have cold feet. Ever. Ok?”


“Zack, are you in here?”

“Shit,” I cursed.

“Daddy,” Jasmine called.

“Jasmine?” Zak called.

He peered into the open doorway. It was already too late to hide myself.


“Zak!” I said. “You shouldn’t have come in here.”

“I’m sorry, Sarah,” he said. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Well, you do now. We should’ve put a sign on the door saying ‘Bride’s in here. Groom’s out.’”

“I’m sorry. I’ll go now.”

“No, don’t bother. It’s too late.”

“For what, Mommy?” Jasmine asked.

“Your daddy wasn’t suppose to see me in my dress before the wedding began,” I explained.


“Because it’s bad luck. Now something bad is going to happen.”

“Oh. Bad Daddy.”

“Yes, very bad Daddy.”

“I’m sorry,” Zak said. Then he approached us. “You both look beautiful.”

“Right back at you. Handsomely, I mean.”

“Of course. You’re still going to marry me, right?”

“Yes, Zak. This isn’t going to stop me from doing so. And speaking of which, you two should go. It’s about to start.”


Zak picked up Jasmine. Then he tried to kiss me, but I stopped him.

“Save it for the wedding,” I said.

He smiled. “I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the aisle.”

He kissed me on the cheek and left the room with Jasmine.

It was show time.

Jasmine and Emily went first, dropping their flowers as they went. Then Peter followed, with Selena and Amber behind him. Now it was my turn.

“You ready?” Dad asked me.

I nodded and smiled. “Yes.”

He held his arm out and I took it with one hand while carrying my bouquet with the other.

The typical music played and we walked down the aisle.

Zak was standing next to the minister and smiling to no end. I was also blushing to no end.

When we reached him, he held out his hand to me. I let my hand fall from my dad’s arm and I took Zak’s. I handed my bouquet to Selena so that I could hold both of his hands.

We said our vows to each other. Zak’s, of course, made me cry. We then put our rings on and the minister asked the typical question.

“Do you, Sarah, take this man to be your lofty wedded husband, to have and to hold, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” I replied, though I doubt we’ll ever die since we’re Immortals after all.

“And do you, Zak, take this woman to be your lofty wedded wife to have and to hold, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Zak replied.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

And Zak did. He kissed me. Everyone started clapping.

Zak and I began walking back down the aisle together, now as husband and wife, and that was when the bad luck happened.

As we were walking down, Shillow was at the other end of the aisle with her teeth bared, growling, and barked at us a few times. I was totally confused as to why she was doing that. Then she ran at us, the cheetahs following behind her. Zak pulled me with him to the side and they ran past us.

Then we heard someone scream, and we instantly knew it was Jasmine.

We turned around and saw Selena, Amber, Peter, Zack, Emily, and Ulraj all knocked to the ground. Jasmine was being taken away by someone with a tail. And we knew who.

“Does she ever give up?” Zak asked.

“No,” I replied. Then I became enraged.

Everyone was running out of the room in fright. The only ones who stayed were Zak’s family, now mine as well, and my parents, half-siblings, and Nick.

More nagas came into the room.

I was pissed. “You’re not taking my daughter.”

I lifted my dress up enough to charge after the one that had her. Everyone else joined me.

I kicked one away and punched another. Zak was covering my back. The animals got to Jasmine and freed her from the binds of Rani Nagi, leaving pretty good scratch and bite marks.

Jasmine ran to us. “Mommy! Daddy!”

I knelt down and wrapped my arms around her. “It’s ok. You’re ok. Mommy’s got you.”

“Seize her!” Rani Nagi said. “She’s meant to be the new Kur.”

“In your dreams,” Zak said. “That will never happen.”

“We’ll see to it that it does.”

They advanced on us.

We formed a tight circle around Jasmine, who was scared of the whole situation, like she should be.

The nagas came at us, but we were ready for them.

Right before we were about to deliver the first blow, something weird happened: the nagas eyes began glowing orange, even Rani Nagi’s, which was even weirder. They were backing away.

“Uh . . . Zak?” I asked.

“That’s not me,” he replied.

And it wasn’t.

We looked down at Jasmine. She had her powers activated and was looking very defiant.

“Leave me and my family alone,” she said. “Or we all will kick your butts.”

I glared at my mom, who was smiling sheepishly.

“She spends way too much time with you.”

“You say that too, Sarah,” Zak said.

“I know. And you know where I get it from.”

We all were shocked by the strong power she possessed over the nagas, and even Rani Nagi, who was struggling to break free against it, but failed. They slithered away and Jasmine didn’t deactivate her power until they all were completely out of sight.

After that, we all looked at Jasmine.

“Jasmine, that was incredible,” I said.

“And kind of sad,” Zak added. “I was never able to do that myself, but my own daughter can?”

“She’s a lot more stronger than you were, Zak. But how?”

“Let’s talk somewhere else,” Mom suggested. “Like at the reception. Thank God it’s not here.”

So that’s what we did.

We did the usual things before we talked. You know, our first dance as husband and wife, and fed each other our cake. Everyone else danced a little too.

But after the nagas attacked us, it really killed the moment, and Mom was trying to salvage it for all of us, but Jasmine was really the one that did the work without even trying.

She was dancing all over the place. Of course, she’s been doing that since she could walk. Literally. A few times when we would go out to eat, she would ask the people sitting around us if they would like to see her dance, and they would say yes, so I would play a tune for her from my phone and she would start dancing. And quite professionally, I might add.

The people would love her, and sometimes dance with her. So would I. It’s like she’s more Selena’s daughter than she was mine since Selena loves to dance herself. Whenever Jasmine hears a song she likes and can dance to, she has Selena make up a dance to it and she would teach it to her. Lately, she’s been doing it all on her own and making her own dances. I have a feeling she’s going to be a choreographer someday.

She continued to dance to hip-hop songs, but she really hated it when the song changed to a slow song. So she would play with Peter and Emily until it changed back to a fast song.

Me, Zak, both of our parents, all his family, and some of mine, sat around a table and discussed what happened at the ceremony.

“Jasmine controlled the nagas and Rani Nagi,” Zak said. “She controlled them. I still can’t believe it.”

“You know what that means, right?” I asked.

“That she’s more powerful than we originally assumed?” Zack offered.

I nodded. “Yes. Much more powerful.”

“And she’ll get more powerful as she gets older,” Doc said.

“That could be a good or bad thing,” Mom said.

“How so?” I asked.

“Well, it could be good because they won’t be able to manipulate her because she’ll have automatic power over them, and there’s nothing they can do about it. But it could also be bad for us if she allows them to manipulate her.”

“Why would she do that?” Zak asked.

“Well, she’s still young. She doesn’t know or understand them like we do. And I really hate saying this since she’s my granddaughter, but if they get her on their side and have her agree that cryptids should be running this planet and not people, she could be a serious threat to us all and any other future children that you two have.”

I glared at Zak.

“What?” he asked.

“You know what,” I replied. Then I glared at Doc and Drew.

They were also confused.

I sighed. “I don’t want to be forced to run away with my daughter to keep her safe from fucking assholes who see her as a threat and want to get rid of her permanently.”

“Oh,” Zak said, finally realizing what I meant. “That’s not going to happen again.”

“What?” Doyle asked.

“Us telling the Secret Scientists about this.”

“Oh, you’re damn right we won’t,” I said. “And if it does, I’ll kill them all. And I’m serious about that.”

“I know you are. I can’t say I blame you.”

“You better not. But, Mom, you said that this ‘threat’ could become worse if Zak and I have more children. Is that a hint telling us not to have more children?”

“Ok, first of all, I didn’t say that,” Mom replied. “And second of all, it’s not really more of a threat if you two have more children. It’s more like a risk. The more children you two have together, the more Rani Nagi will go after them and get them under her control. I’m sure that if you two teach your children about this, that it won’t ever happen. But, then again, it might not, because I’ve learned from experience that just because they’re your off-spring, you shouldn’t expect them to be like you, because the more you try to get them to be, the more they’re going to be the opposite. So be careful.”

“Well, I’m sure that you’re going to make sure we are,” I said. “But you’re kind of saying that we shouldn’t have more children.”

“That’s your choice.”

“Well, I want Jasmine to enjoy having a brother and/or sister the way I do.”

“She’ll still have her cousins,” Selena said. “They can be like siblings to her.”

“Yeah, but they’re not siblings and cousins are different. They’re—”

I was interrupted by a loud noise right next to us.

Jasmine and Peter, I guess, were fighting over the only empty chair around us and caused it to fall over while they both were sitting on it. They didn’t appear to be hurt and they were laughing.

“Well, I guess they could be like siblings,” I said.

“Would it be wrong for me to say that I don’t want us to have anymore children?” Zak asked sheepishly.

I stared at him. “Well, it depends on the reason. Why?”

He looked distraught. “I don’t want it to be like the last time.”

“The last time? What do you mean?”

“Sarah,” Mom said. “You know what he means.”

It took me a moment to realized that she was right: I did know what he meant.

I looked at him. “Zak, that’s not going to happen again.”

“You don’t know that, Sarah,” he said. “I would like Jasmine to have a brother or sister, but not at that risk. Not again.”

“I understand that, Zak. But life is all about taking risks. Just because it happened before, doesn’t mean it’ll happen again.”

“Yeah. But it could, and it might.”

I sighed. There was nothing I could do or say to get him to pretend that the inevitable doesn’t exist.

“What?” Jasmine asked.

I forgot she was standing right next to us.

“Oh. It’s nothing, Jasmine,” I told her.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“She’s right,” Zak said.

“We’ll tell you when you’re older. Ok?”

“Ok,” Jasmine said. “Do you want to dance with me?”

“Sure. I think we all should dance. Come on, Zak.”

I grabbed his and Jasmine’s hand and we walked to the middle of the dance floor. Jasmine went to choose a song for us to dance to, but Zak didn’t seem to be in the mood at all.

“Please lighten up,” I told him. “This is our wedding. And I’m finally a Saturday.”

That got him to smile. “Yes, you are.” He kissed me.

Then he tried to pick me up bridal-style, and rather quickly, but he lost his footing and we both fell to the ground.

“Ow,” Zak said.

“Well, that’s what you get for trying to pick me up,” I said.

“Mommy, Daddy, are you ok?” Jasmine asked, rushing over to check on us.

“Yeah, we’re fine.”

We stood up from the floor. Then we danced the night away as a family.

Aww. Zak and Sarah are married now. I had to add some drama to it, though.

Anyway, the first three songs of the last chapter were: Mama's Song, by Carrie Underwood; You Can Let Go Now Daddy, by Crystal Shawanda; and In My Daughter's Eyes, by Martina McBride.

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