This will most likely be one of the only writers notes.
Sorry if this chapter is short. I really don't feel like including all the stuff the preacher says and the vows. But trust me, I'll make up for it. I promise.
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Today is the day. The day we get married. The best day of my life.
I wake up to Dawson kissing me all over. I stretch and put my hands on Dawson's back. I have nothing on but a bra and panties.
He comes back up to my face and I kiss him like I haven't seen him in ages. I smile slightly as he slides his hands down my hips. "I love you," he says.
"I love you too."
I get up, to put on my clothes. Ripped skinny jeans, a black floral crop top, and a pair of galexy Vans. Dawson is watching me get dressed. I flash a quick smile.
When he's finished getting dressed, he sits down on the bed. I lay my upper half onto his legs, leaving the lower half laying alone. He runs his fingers through my hair. I smile. He says, "Your smile is so beautiful. Just like you." I blush.
We get back up, about two hours before the wedding. We get in his car and we drive to the church.
I go into the changing room, to see my mom and Bailey and Macee. I go into the actual changing part to change. It's kinda hard to change into this dress because it is very large.
Once I get into the dress, my mom zips up the back. She drags me over to the desk with a mirror. They already have the curling wand ready. Bailey curls my hair. I love the way my hair looks curled. Its so pretty. Macee does my makeup. She does it like a smokey eye, like Bella's from Twilight. My mom hands me some bracelets and earrings to put on.
Once its time to walk out, Bailey hands me my flowers and puts my veil in my hair. My dad walks in, telling me its time. He takes my hand and we walk out.
Dawson stands there, watching me, and smiles. I smile. Once we're up to the gazebo, I hand my flowers to Bailey. I walk over and stand parallel to Dawson.
The preacher gives his speech and it is now time to say the "I do's."
"Do you, Dawson, take Paige to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The preacher asks.
"I do."
"Do you, Paige, take Dawson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
"You may kiss the bride."
He kisses me, happily. We walk down, hugging all of our relatives we haven't seen in years. He takes my hand and leads me to the changing room. He shuts the door behind him.
"I love you so fucking much, Paige," Dawson says.
"I love you too," I say as I smash my lips against his.
Since there is literally just a door separating our changing rooms, he gets changed in my changing room. He unzips my dress and we get undressed. In my bra and panties, and him in just his boxers, Dawson picks me up and puts me down on the desk, and needily kisses me.
I grab his back, not caring about a single thing in the world besides Dawson. He grips my hips, and I pull him closer to me.
We stop after about five minutes, not wanting anyone to be suspicious. We finish changing back into our clothes. We walk out, holding hands, proud to be husband and wife. Everyone watches us as we walk out, like we're precious diamonds.
After the party, we go back to my house, Dawson's parents included. They all congratulate us, and welcome us to the family.
After pretty much everyone leaves except Bailey and Macee, we discuss honeymoon plans.
We decide that we want to go to a private island owned by Bailey's parents. We'll go in about a week.
Now, after EVERYONE leaves, we go into my room and shut and lock the door behind us. I smile and kiss him. I take his shirt off, because he is mine.
He is mine. The perfect guy is MINE.
He tugs on the hem of my crop top, asking for permission. I whisper "Sure." He takes my top off with pleasure.
He tugs at the waist of my jeans, asking for permission to take them off my body. I smile, approvingly. He slides my jeans off, the cold air hitting my legs. I am now on top of him, our lips colliding. He holds my back to keep me up. Right about now, I'm really glad I locked the door.
We sit up, still kissing. His hands run over my hips, getting closer and closer to where I know he wants to be. I stop him.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because we have to be alone."
He gives me a sad look. "When we go on our honeymoon?" He asks.
"Yes. When we go on our honeymoon. We'll be alone then. No one can bother us then."
He perks up a little. "Just for now, I want you to stay up here, baby," I say.
He moves his hands up, to my upper hips. I pull him closer, never wanting this night to end.
The perfect guy. Is with me. He's married to me. He can't leave me now.
