Talking to the Moon // dreamnotfound

in hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too

It was a white suit. A yellow bow tie. Bare fingers.

I was grinning into my reflection and fiddling with my cuffs in hopes my hands would stop shaking. Ten minutes and I'd be walking down the aisle, a veil over my face because George said I'd look pretty.

The day ahead was so special because we'd had to wait so long for it. We'd been engaged for seven years.

I remembered the discussion about who was going to walk down the aisle. George said he couldn't because "there is no way my dad is going to give me away." So I'd said back, "my dad abandoned us so he's not going to either." And then I was perched between his legs on the couch, tickling his sides while he squealed for me to release him. Eventually, regardless of the fact I won the tickle fight, I still ended up walking down it because at least I had my mother.

But now, I was actually about to do it. George was going to be waiting for me and we'd put rings on each other, sign the paper and dance. And get probably drunk.

I took a deep breath and blinked at myself, though my smile returned quickly. The veil was on a table to my right and I picked it up and delicately fixed it in my hair. It didn't look too bad, in fact, I quite liked it. That's how I knew George would like it a lot.

I turned and walked towards the door.

-

"You've got this, kiddo," my mother told me as she held my arm from behind where Karl and Nick were standing, also arm-in-arm and doubling as bridesmaids and groomsmen. Alex was already walking with Harper on his hip and Ash holding his other hand as he toddled next to him. They both looked exceptionally cute.

"Mom, I'm in my thirties, I'm not a kid," I replied, feigning indignant for irony and she squeezed my arm.

"Yeah, you're right. You've grown up good though," she smiled and I returned it. "I'm proud of you."

"Oh. Thanks," I muttered as we neared the entrance. She reached up - very far, might I add - to give me a kiss on my cheek and put the front of my veil over my face.

The call was made for everyone to stand because I was entering. My mother gave my arm another squeeze before we stepped in and walked down the aisle, lined by people from college, people from work and our two surrogates had also made it.

George turned around at the other side, hair neat and freshly cut, even though it was still ruffled cutely. I loved him in blue and white so when he turned around my breath stuttered. His cheeks were pink, his eyes bright and he was smiling at me. Even his lips were tinted a sheerer shade of the bouquet of roses I held in my other hand.

I thought he might look good in lipstick. Maybe one day I'd get him to wear it.

When I was standing in front of him, I blushed. Nick rushed around because he was reading the vows. It was kind of untraditional, but so were the two people getting married. It was what was perfect for us.

"Ok, hi. Can everyone be seated, please," he started. I could tell he was nervous. "Right, we are all here today to witness the bond, the union and the couple more in love than your parents get even stronger together in marriage. But because they're boring as fuck, they're saying the usual vows and didn't make their own, so I guess we should get started with that," he said with a wink. I frowned playfully at him. "Oh, and I'm not asking if anyone has objections, because they're getting married and that's that."

George smirked as he uncovered my face, my blush only intensifying and so he patted the side of my cheek affectionately. I couldn't help but lay a hand over his on my face and rubbed my thumb over it.