Unconditionally Yours (SEQUEL TO A 'WEEK WITH SEBASTIAN STAN')

Chapter Thirty-Five

A/N: DON'T CLICK THE VIDEO YET! I'll be telling you when, in the middle of the chapter! <33

Sebastian's POV:

I get that walking red carpets give you some kind of nervousness. Like— you wouldn't know if the cameras will capture you shaking or sweating.

You always have to be 'picture perfect' or atleast... that's what kids say these days.

I'm losing my mind. In a good way? I have no idea. What if she doesn't want to marry me? What if she changed her mind because I'm not the man she dreamt of spending the rest of her life with?

My palms are sweating, I can make a whole ass water park.

Let's be honest— I never thought I'd be settling down— I had too much on my plate to settle down. To make time. You know— to prioritize someone, to love them endlessly.

But because of her— because of her she taught me how to do all those without doubting anything, and I thank god everyday that I have her.

Y/n Robertson— she's got no fucking idea how much I love her. I would never be where I am, in this industry, in the state of mind I am, if it weren't for her.

Spending every minute, second, milli-second with her could already make everything real.

And when I say 'real' I mean— sinking in the fact that I'm able to love and be loved by someone. I never thought I would never even experience that. Now holy shit. I'm marrying Y/n.

The door to my hotel room opens and clicks as it closed.

"Hey mom." I smile at her and give her quick peck on the cheek.

"Hi Sebastian. Esti bine? Arăți speriat." I laugh nervously.

Is it that obvious? Of course I'm scared.

"Pur și simplu nu-mi vine să cred că mă căsătoresc, mama." I tell her. I just can't believe I'm getting married, mom.

She caresses my face— I missed my mother's touch.

"Seb, este în regulă să te simți speriat. Ai înțeles asta bine? Sunt mereu aici pentru tine și sunt atât de mândru de tine." That made me feel so much better.

It's okay to feel scared. You got this okay? I'm always here for you, and I am so proud of you.

I'm not scared because I'm doubting anything— I would never for a second doubt marrying the love of my life. I'm scared and nervous because I'm getting married, and that woman, god, she's one intimidating woman.

And yes— I'm scared she might back out.

"Thank you, Mama." I hug her. Enjoying my mother's embrace.

"You're going to do great Sebastian. I raised you well." she said in English with the Romanian Accent seeking through.

"Now go out there and get your fundul romanesc married." I laughed before going finally going out and standing at the end of the altar. Romanian Ass she says. I chuckle.

Here we go.

Y/n Robertson's POV:

Still in my robe, getting my make-up done. The rest of the bridesmaids in their custom Vera Wang silk dresses.

Champagne in my hand as the make-up artist continues to add a little more eyeshadow.

"All done."

I'm a nervous wreck. Oh god, what if Sebastian notices?