𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦, various imagines.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗬. | Klay Thompson.

Mya • Klay

It's the day of Mya and Klay's wedding. It's the beginning of a new life, they're going to be new people. Engagement is just the first hill of the rollercoaster.

"Damn," Klay huffed as he fixed his tie in the mirror. "I'm getting married today."

"You're married brother." Steph's hand rested on his shoulder.

Tears filled Klay's eyes. It'd been a long time coming. Through arguments, sleepless nights, the silent treatment, and pain, Mya had been there. When the couple first met, he knew she was for him. He had plans for her, and the first one was to make her a wife.

"Baby, I been making plans."

"Nervous?" Steph asked.

Klay answered immediately, "scared shitless. I'll forget my vows or something dumb like that."

"Wouldn't be the worst thing you've done," Steph joked. "You'll be fine. Even if you forget, everyone can see all of the love in your eyes when you look at her."

"She's singlehandedly the most important person on God's green earth to me. He couldn't have blessed me any more." Klay replied.

"He's not done yet. There's more coming your way."

-

"You burned me!" Mya whined.

"I know, I'm sorry! We'll put some ice on it before you walk down the aisle." Her best friend, Mina cooed. "I just need the curls to be perfect."

Mya nodded lightly, in order not to disturb Mina and accidentally get herself burned again. Her make up had been done simply and the last step was her hair, other than the veil, of course.

"Is Pops ready?" Mya asked.

"Been ready, he's just been waiting to see you." She affirmed.

Mya fiddled with her fingers, a habit she had when she was anxious.

"What's wrong?" Mina inquired.

"Just thinking about how I'm gonna break my fucking ankles in these high heels." Mya answered with a shrug.

"We brought those wedges for a reason..."

"No! It's my wedding, I have to wear heels." Mya replied firmly.

Mina rolled her eyes and just went back to what she was doing. Music was playing throughout the room and the environment was calm.

"Actually," Mya chirped up. "Can I get the wedges?"

-

There was a knock on the door of Mya's dressing room, "come in."

"Hey, honey." Steve said. He walked up to Mya as she sat at her vanity. His hands rested on her shoulders. "You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," she replied.

Mya begins to put on her shoes and Steve holds her hand so that she can keep her balance.