Fifty Ways to Love You - Emily Prentiss x OC

50. our day

Finally. It's the day I get to marry the inimitable Emily Prentiss.

Both of us have done so much to get here. We were both stressing about making today a truly incredible day; in reality, anything that could happen would probably be fine, as long as we got married. If I could marry the love of my life, all would be well.

All dressed in white, I paced back and forth around the room. Spencer came in, returning from the bathroom, and saw me flapping and wringing my hands as I walked around. "Galina?" he asked softly.

"Yeah..."

A smile covered his face. "It's all okay. Everything's perfect. Emily looks beautiful—"

"You saw her?"

"I snuck a peek," he chuckled. "Today's gonna be great, Galya. Everything's going just fine." I let out a controlled exhale and tried to shake out my worries. Spencer raised his eyebrows, always so compassionate, and asked, "Do you want a hug?" I nodded, and he wrapped his arms around me. I was so lucky to have a friend like him. "Everything's good. It all looks amazing, Emily is just as excited as you, nothing's going wrong. This is gonna be an incredible day for you two."

Thank god for Spencer Reid. I smiled at him, and he gave me a little smile in return. I found the mirror and looked at my hair, makeup, earrings, dress...I saw a ton of little flaws. Apparently, Spencer could see this in my eyes.

"Galina,"

"Hmm?" I looked at his reflection in the mirror, and messed a bit with my hair. He grabbed my hands, only gently, and put them down by my sides so I wouldn't touch my hair.

"You look amazing. Don't worry about that. Emily is gonna be stunned when she sees you," he reassured me with a smile. "She'll be floored, I promise you."

I'm sure I looked just like she did: admiring the love of my life from afar, believing her the absolute most beautiful person to ever live. I was so damn lucky to have her. She looked perfect.

When I took her hands, we each noticed that the other was already crying. "Hey, you," she whispered. We both chuckled, and I looked down real quick before meeting her eyes again.

"Em, you look totally...sublime,"

"You look perfect, Galya,"

"I love you,"

"I love you too."

We were both in disbelief. How was this real? It was about time we got married! Everything was perfect. Nothing could have made this day any better. I adored my Emily, my sunshine, and all I could manage to say or think was "oh my god, I love you so much" for most of the ceremony until it was time for vows. Emily went first.

"Galina," she breathed, trying to calm herself, "since we met so many years ago at Interpol, I have loved you. Back then I was too young and afraid to admit it, but I promise I will never be afraid to tell you how I feel again, because the time that we've been together has been the best period of my life. I adore you, and I always will, baby. You're the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful, elegant girl I could dream of, and I want nothing more than to make you happy for the rest of our lives. You've brought so much joy to me and to my life. You've kept me sane," she laughed, "especially with the new responsibilities of my job the past several months. I love you so much, baby, and I could never — and would never want to — imagine a life without you. I promise to do my absolute best to make us both as happy as we can be. If I can do that, I'll consider my life to have been successful, my love. I love you so very much, my Galya."

Lord, I just wanted to curl up in her arms and cry. I let out a few sobs, then tried to compose myself. Still crying, I asked, "How am I supposed to follow that?" Everyone laughed, including Emily.

"It's okay," she whispered to me, "it'll be perfect. You'll be perfect." She gave my hands a squeeze and showed me her perfect smile, and I knew, with that, I could do anything.

Shakily, I began.

"Emily Prentiss, I know I am so lucky to be yours. You are brilliant, loving, kind, and beautiful, and I could never ask for anyone better. I love you, and I will love you till the end of time. Every moment with you is one worth living. You make my life feel complete. I don't know what I ever did without you. Like you said, since Interpol, I've wanted to be more than we were back then, and I want you to know that I feel so fortunate to be living 25-year-old-me's dreams. You will always be safe with me. You will always have a home with me, and if you need something I can't provide for you, I will do everything in my power to get you what you need. You will never have to be alone, angel. For the rest of our lives, I am going to show you all the love that I have for you. Today is the day we're legally bound to each other, but I've been yours, and you mine, for so much longer. I'm so glad I get to marry you, Ems. I love you so very much."

I had made her cry as well. Both of us were barely holding it together. I dried her tears and she grinned. "I love you too," she mouthed.

The ceremony did not take much longer, and afterwards, in another room for a moment, we were alone. She wrapped her arms around me so tightly, I though I might suffocate. When she pulled away, she laid a hard but loving kiss on my lips. We hadn't even said anything.

"Waterproof mascara was a good idea, huh?" she chuckled, pulling me back into a hug.

"Yeah," I laughed. "God, Ems, I love you so much..."

"I love you too, baby. Today has been perfect." She put her hands on my waist. "I can't wait to dance with you, and kiss you, and make you mine tonight." She kissed me again, this time more gentle.

"I'm yours," I said, red-faced with a grin, "I'm always all yours, Em." Another kiss, this time initiated by me. She pulled away with a smile.

"Are you excited for our honeymoon?" she asked softly. I nodded. "Hmm?"

"Yeah. It's beautiful there this time of year," I mumbled. My face was still red, and I could hardly pull myself together. "I'm just excited I get to be with you, and just you, for a whole week. We get a week to ourselves, to do whatever we want,"

"Whatever we want," she repeated suggestively.

"Mhm," I hummed, smiling.

With her own smile, Emily kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna find fifty different ways to love you on this trip, baby."

We had to get back to our guests, but this prospect was too exciting.

My eyes got wide, and in her eyes I could see that Emily wanted to kiss me again. I planted a loving kiss on her lips and asked, "Can we start now?"