Miss Jackson {b.u.}

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June 04 2017: 4 years since Brendon and Joanne married.

Alex dusted my eyes lightly with subtle eyeshadow. I didn't want anything too big. I preferred a little bit of makeup, and Brendon did too. Nicolette filed my nails, making sure they were kept and clean, "does it feel like your wedding day all over again?"

I opened my eyes and Alex was by the vanity, grabbing an eyebrow pencil, "aside from not being pregnant? Sort of."

Alex laughed and walked back over to me. Moving my hair out of the way to shape up my eyebrows, "did you guys write new vows?"

My eyes darted to Nicolette, "yeah. We decided to do it because ours were kind of rushed."

Alex finished up my brows and I got up out of the seat and turned toward the standing mirror in the back of the church. I stared at myself. This is how I thought I was going to look when I married Brendon four years ago. But, it's not. I was pregnant and that's how it was supposed to be.
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I stood in front of Brendon. The veil lifted from my face. I glanced down at the bouquet of white roses in my hands. Brendon stood across from me, in the same suit he married me in. I had the same dress, just fitted differently. I smiled softly at him. My heart beating. Alex stood behind me, behind her was Nikki, behind Nikki was Daphne. Brendon had my dad behind him, Dallon, his best friend from
high school and then some random friend I didn't remember. Brendon smiled at me, his hands crossed by his lower stomach. Today we were getting re-married, well renewing our vows. Whatever. It wasn't this whole big ceremony. It was only these few people. That was it. It needed to feel personal, "Brendon. If you don't mind, you are up for your vows."

Brendon cleared his throat and took my hands. He was already emotional, but he had to keep it together, "I remember the day I fell in love with you. You and I were walking in downtown Las Angeles. We were just barely friends. It was raining and you didn't have a jacket, so I gave you my favorite leather jacket and held it over your head as we walked down the sidewalks. We spotted a penny and you squatted down to look at it and you said to me, "hey, good luck!" and then I shook my head and got back up, glancing at you and said, "it's heads down, so, it's unlucky."

I smiled, shaking my head and sniffling. I could see my dad beginning to cry and I wiped the tears that were about to fall.

Brendon continued, "I remember you handing me my jacket and I held it over my head. You bent down and flipped the coin on the lucky side and got up. I covered you again, but it was no use because you were already soaked. In that moment, you said, "someone else can be lucky today.""

Brendon's voice trembled and tears fells down both of our faces, "And in that moment, when you flipped that coin, Joanne, I knew exactly the type of woman you were. You're selfless, you care about everyone. You're genuine and sincere. That same night, you were all I thought about. You flipping that penny over on its lucky side was all over my thoughts. And I knew that the lucky penny was good luck for me, because I got you. Joanne, you are the strongest woman I know and the fact that you and I get to love each other forever, is something so powerful to me. I love you."

I sniffled and wiped the underneath of my eyes. It was beautifully written and worded. Everyone in the room was crying. It was my turn, "Before you and I were officially dating, we were just really flirty with each other. And I was loyal to you and you were loyal to me, even though we weren't together and it didn't make sense with the situation I was in. I remember one day, you and I were on the roof, sitting on an old blanket that was stuffed in the back of your chevy impala. Food that the both of us loved in front of us, watching the sun set..."

Memory;
Brendon and I sat on the roof on the old blanket he found in the back of his red chevy impala. Food that the both of us loved sat in front of us. We were watching the sun set over Las Angeles while we drank white wine. Brendon set his glass down and stared at me, and I looked away. I was nervous.