Promise Me This [h.s]

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"Do you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife; to have and to hold from this day forward,  for better or for worse,  for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, until death do you part?"

"I do," he says peering down at me with a smug look on his face.

"And do you miss, take him to-

"I do. Okay? I do. Can we just get this over with already?" Is the thought I had in my head but of course would never say out loud, especially not to a priest.

So after he repeats more or less of the same thing I reply, "I do."

"And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." The priest says with joy in his voice.

I look up at the man in front of me. He has a small grin on his face like he's been wanting to do this. Not kiss me because he was dying to press his lips to mine, but because he knew I despised him. So, by doing this it would just make me more upset, and he enjoys seeing me upset more than anything so far from what I can tell.

The only thought that was circling my mind was that I was about to have my first kiss with a man I did not want to marry. A man that had no respect toward me. I cannot believe I'm actually doing this right now.

Before I knew it, he was going in for the kiss, but I couldn't help for what I did next. It was reflex? I took his hand and shook it. Yes, shook his hand. I shook the hand of my soon to be husband as a way to symbolize our marriage. I was not about to have my first kiss with a man like him for something as stupid as this. Honestly, he did not deserve me and I'm glad that I at least know that.

I felt embarrassed, and when I looked up at him he just gave me a cocky smile, like he knew I wouldn't actually kiss him, so getting me embarrassed was good enough for him.

We shook our hands, staring into each other's gaze and holding eye contact for a brief moment. It was clear to me that we were both thinking the same thing.

What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?