The Wedding

Heya everyone, super sorry this was late, I really struggled yesterday (and today) to actually get any writing done, but I finally finished it, and I’m actually really happy with the outcome.

Enjoy :)

It was their wedding day, the one magical day in their lives that all the crappy stuff they faced each and every day was forgotten. A day when friends and family gathered to celebrate the fact that they’d both survived, both gotten through all that the world had thrown at them. That they’d found each other, and fell in love more and more each day, that nothing had managed to force them apart.

They’d both worked so hard to make sure today was perfect, every single one of their friends roped in to help in one way or another, and the agency that hired them had assigned spare operatives to keep an eye on those that would wish them harm and attempt to ruin their wedding day.

Today would be the perfect day just for them.

But as morning dawned they were both nervous, waking up in two different beds, in two different places. There were so many things that could go wrong, there were so many things that could go right.

They’d both planned and organised a thousand successful missions that had been conducted without a hitch. No stakes were ever as high as today, and it had never been this stressful.

He wanted this to be the perfect day for her. So much of their relationship had been a secret, denied and hidden from everyone but themselves. This was his chance to publicly announce just how much he loved her, a day dedicated to just how much they cared for each other.

She wanted this day to be perfect for him. He hadn’t had the easiest life, he deserved the wedding of their dreams. This was her chance to finally give him everything he never thought he would ever get. A loving wife, an adoring family, awesome supportive friends, and parents that actually cared about him.

They were keeping with the tradition of keeping the bride from the groom - even if they, and their relationship, were unconventional. Neither were willing to risk anything going wrong, following every cliche superstition, but it didn’t stop him from calling her. It didn’t stop her from answering.

Words of love and reassurance fell from their lips, they knew the others fears and worries. Easily ignoring their friends in the background, playfully teasing them for being unable to spend a morning without each other. The promises they made then were nothing compared to what would come later that day.

She didn’t wear white, after what they’d both seen and done, she didn’t feel she deserved the innocence white proclaimed. Instead, folds of fabric in soft lavender covered her frame. The strapless dress tight around her torso, before flowing out around her. She knew the colour would match the dark purple suits her love and his groomsmen wore. His favourite.

He couldn’t keep the smile off his lips as he watched his friends interact with his son, the young boy matching them in a suit made just for him, clutching a gold etched lilac pillow with golden rings embroidered in it. He was just as excited for his role as ring bearer as his sister was for hers as a flower girl, proudly telling everyone just how beautiful his mom and sister looked.

She was well aware of the photographer taking her photo as she crouched down to fix the golden flower crown that rested on top of her daughter's head. Lips pressed to her forehead and arms wrapping her up in a tight hug as the young girl got ready to leave for the hall where the wedding would be held. Ready to help those already there greet the guests, and a chance for one last practice run. The young girl was scared that she would somehow fail her task as flower girl, no matter how many times she was assured otherwise.

He hid his nerves as he pulled up to the hall with his groomsmen, greeting the wedding planner and glancing around the beautifully decorated hall. It was exactly how he and his bride had imagined it, purple and gold streamers were entwined, covering the rooftops and hanging down towards the ground. Various purple flowers had been carefully arranged and attached to the start of each row of chairs, wrapped tightly in a golden ribbon that trailed down towards the floor.

She accepted her bridesmaids help as they assisted her into one of the many muscle and sports cars they’d been loaned for the day, arranging her skirts as her man of honour slid into the seat beside her. Their bouquets kept safe in the passenger's seat, unable to be crumpled or ripped before the ceremony could start. It was nearly time, and she was beyond ready for it.

He couldn’t hide the tears in his eyes as he started greeting the arriving guests, he’d never expected so many people to show up, never realised just how many friends he really had until now. He’d never imagined that someone could love him, and when she did, he never thought she’d be willing to marry him, take his last name, nor give him the family he had now. This was more than he’d ever dreamed of, nothing that even his wildest fantasies thought for a moment would be true.

She smiled, watching her dad with her soon-to-be husband through the glass doors at the front of the venue. Guests slowly trickling into the next room and taking their seats. They were early, and a wave of her man of honour’s hand had them going around the block, keeping her from his view until it was time.

His thanks were soft as he returned his soon-to-be father-in-law’s embrace, the older man giving him some comfort before gently shoving him off towards the front of the church. It was time to start the ceremony, to make the woman he loved his wife, and continue sharing the life they’d build together.

They were both more than ready as the music began, the guests stood, and the first bridesmaid and groomsman stepped through the doors.

This wasn’t the start of their lives together, it was a small chapter, taken out of the epic story of their love, and it was in no way the end.