'I'm falling in love with the girl I can't have
I'm walking a line, that's a little bit mad
I know that I shouldn't, but I can't help the way I feel
This love is forbidden, yet I can't let it go unreal"
Forbidden love can be a tale of great complexi...
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I'm not sure if it's some special lighting in the church, or if my Mia really is so radiant, she's practically glowing in her lacy white wedding dress. She looks so elegant, so grown up. Whatever it is, I can't stop staring at her. I can't stop smiling.
I can't stop picturing the rest of my life with her in it, standing beside me so beautiful and full of life, just like the way she is today.
There must be around two hundred people in the church watching us, but she's the only one I can see. I've stumbled through my vows and somehow kept myself from crying when it was her turn, but now it's all come down to this wonderful, magical moment.
Her hand is trembling as I slip the ring onto her finger, and I can already see the happy tears forming in the corners of her eyes. I want to scoop her up right then and there, to carry her off and cover her with kisses, but I don't think she'd forgive me if I stopped before making it official.
The officiant's low voice, shaky with age, cuts through my thoughts. "Do you, Sawyer Mills, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife... for richer or for poorer... in sickness and in health... forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live?"
I'm nodding at every word he's saying, every question he's asking. And when he finally gets to the end, I don't hesitate for a second to say, "I do."
My reward is the brightest smile from Mia that I've ever seen. It's got me wishing again that we aren't standing in a church waiting for permission to kiss.
But I know the wait is going to be absolutely worth it.
"And do you, Mia Corman, take this man..."
It's my turn to smile now, even though the beating of my heart is drowning out every word the officiant is saying. That's okay, though, because the way she's looking at me right now is telling me—from her heart to mine—that we don't need anyone's blessing or any piece of paper to tell us what we already know. We're in love, and we're going to be together forever. It's as simple as that.
The officiant has stopped speaking, and even though we don't need this man's blessing, it is what we came here for. And though there's no question in my mind, I'm still on pins and needles waiting for Mia to say the words that will seal the deal.
"I do." Her voice is just above a whisper, so soft that if it wasn't for the perfect acoustics of the church and my attention being fully riveted on her face, I might not have heard.
But I did hear it, and now I'm pulling her close, tilting her beautiful face back with my finger until her pouty lips are there, waiting for me.
The old man clears his throat, and his voice rings out above all my thoughts and my loudly beating heart. "By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
As if anyone could've stopped me.
I take her by the waist and pull her close, feeling her baby bump—our baby—pressed between us, and then I kiss her. Everyone else melts away for a moment as if the world has stopped spinning for now, just for us, as we have our first kiss as husband and wife.
