Criminal Case Oneshots

Pre-Wedding Jitters

A oneshot for @BF_1352

Lauren's POV

I stand there, trying to hide the trembling of my hands as I use my pointer finger to apply foundation to my face. I don't understand why I'm so nervous but this is something that I'll experience once in my life, hopefully at least. Today is a very special day. I'm getting married! I get to marry the love of my life, Elliot Clayton. He proposed to me a few months ago, with one of the most beautiful rings I've ever seen. It was an amazing ring, the diamond was huge. I don't understand how he managed to afford such a ring. He didn't answer my question about how much it cost and didn't answer my further pestering. Looking at it as I'm getting ready makes me so happy! It reminds me of the proposal. Elliot took me out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, one that both of us enjoyed. We had a lovely meal and even got dessert.

After we ate, Elliot brought me to where we first met. He said that he wanted to continue things with our relationship where it started. He got down on one knee and pulled out a box, he opened the box and gave me the ring, asking that fateful question. I accepted of course, and he put it on my ring finger. Now, after months of tedious planning, we're finally here at this moment, we're going to get married! Elliot and I planned everything! We got a two-tiered cake, which Elliot pleaded with me to have W&Ws sprinkled across the cake, and I allowed it. The rest of the cake is vanilla and the icing is also vanilla, a sweet buttercream. I was drooling at the tasting and Elliot was quite impressed with it.

I also got one of the prettiest dresses! The dress is sleeveless and is long enough to rest just at my ankles. There's a lacy shawl over it though, which matches the dress pretty nicely. I've got plain flats on my feet. I've got to finish my make-up and then I can head out. I did pretty well at the rehearsal dinner last night, but I just feel nervous. What if I say something wrong? What if I trip over my own feet as I'm walking down the aisle? I sigh and take a deep breath, trying to steady my hands.

"Is everything okay Lauren?" Marina asks.

"You aren't getting cold feet are you?" Carmen queries.

"No! No no no, I'm not getting cold feet, I'm just feeling a little nervous. Is that normal?" I answer, biting my lip.

"It is normal. Don't worry." Marina reassured.

"I shouldn't be, yet I am... I just hope that Elliot isn't more nervous than I am." I mumble.

Elliot's POV

I grab a comb and run it through my hair for the thirtieth time at the last minute. I'm supposed to already be out there in the chapel. I just... feel so anxious about the whole thing. What if I fumble my words? What if I step on Lauren's dress? What if I trip in these damn suit shoes and pants? I'm not one to dress fancy and it doesn't fit me. I want everything to go perfectly... for her! I twiddle my thumbs and comb my hair one last time. I take a deep breath and wipe the sweat from my brow. Do I smell okay? Does the suit look good? I was about to spray on some more cologne when a voice spooked me.

"Elliot! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be outside already!"

I turn around to see Jack. I glare at him but it doesn't hide the nervous expression all over my face.

"Are you okay? You look pale and sweaty." Jack mutters, coming closer to me to where he was right in front of me.

"I'm alright... and I know that I should be out there already but..." I trail off.

"But what? Are you getting cold feet? Or are you just not feeling well? What's up?" He queries.

"No! No no no, I don't want to quit, I really do want to marry Lauren... but Jack, I am just feeling very nervous." I mutter softly.

"Nervous? Why? You look great, she's going to love it, and she loves you no matter what so no matter how this day goes, she'd be happy with you." Jack encourages.

"T-Thanks... can I ask you some questions to make me feel better about today?" I ask.

"Sure, what do you need?" He hums, being sweet.

"What happens if I say the wrong thing?" I query.

"She'll understand what you meant, she's known you forever," Jack replies.

"Does this suit look okay? I think it looks baggy and I don't want to make myself look like a fool." I state.

"Yeah, the suit looks great, Elliot, don't worry." He promises.

"Thanks... one more thing... Do I smell okay? I'm sweating like mad and I don't want to smell... and is it obvious that I'm sweating or nervous?" I mumble.

"Take a deep breath, drink a few sips of water, calm down, and you are amazing," Jack reassures, patting my shoulder and smiling before he leaves.

"Thank you, Jack," I whisper as he walks off.

I follow his advice and take a deep breath. I grab a thin paper cup and sip some water. I feel calm, relaxed, and confident now. I wiped the sweat away with a handkerchief and tuck it into my pocket. I do a once-over in the mirror and then leave for the altar. Jack was standing in his position as best man and smiled at me when I walked over. I held my hands together and rocked back and forth. I glanced out at the crowd of people who had gathered for the ceremony. I could see Lauren's parents in the front row. Mine, well, aren't going to be here and I think it's a good thing. I hear people in the crowd suck in breaths to hold their breath. My eyes shifted to the pianist, who got into position to start playing. They started playing "Here Comes The Bride". I lift my eyes and Lauren steps into the room. Oh my god... she looks like an angel. The dress she picked out is gorgeous. The bouquet in her hands smelt wonderful. She smiled at me and lifted her veil. I felt tears trickling down my cheeks, so happy that I got to spend the rest of my life with her. She wipes the tears away with her thumbs.

"Are you okay? You're crying already." Lauren asks.

"I'm okay, I'm just... so happy," I respond.

"Aww, you're so cute. It's only going to be a few minutes before we're husband and wife." She replies.

I nod and try to keep myself together throughout the ceremony. It was hard. Why am I embarrassing myself by being this emotional? I grabbed Lauren's hands and squeezed her hands. Her hands are so soft... The priest began to say his spiel and I was impatient with him. Then they said the fated words.

"Does anyone have any objections to the union?" The priest wonders.

The room was silent. Ah, perfect.

"Miss Lauren Bailey, do you take Mister Elliot Clayton as your husband?" He continues.

"Yes. I do. I really do." Lauren answers.

"Mister Elliot Clayton, do you take Miss Lauren Bailey as your wife till death-" The priest starts but I cut him off.

"Yes! I do!" I beam eagerly.

"You have to let him finish, sweetheart." Lauren scolds, whispering it to me as she laughs.

The priest gives me a look, I give him a sheepish grin but he continues. They go through everything and then they say the best thing of the day,

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride."

I wrap a hand around Lauren's waist and pull her close to me, inching our lips closer together until they collide. Kissing my wife... that is bliss! She seems ecstatic too. We kiss for a sweet moment and then pull away. I take her hand and she squeezes it, we lift our hands up in the air in a cheer.

We headed off to the reception and then celebrated the night of our lives. We had an awesome meal, the caterer did such a good job. The best part was the dessert. Our cake!! It was chocolate cake with white frosting, and some W&W chocolates decorated the top of the layers and trickled down the sides. Lauren was the one that made the suggestion and I went with it. Once we ate and everything was settled, we had our first dance. I gently swung her around and she leaned on my touch. I only stepped on her feet once, which I apologized for, and was proud of myself for it. When the reception was over, we headed home and made the marriage real. God, I love this woman. Lauren is the light of my life. She loves me too and that makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine.