I sit at the main table, looking out at the crowd of friends and family gathered to celebrate our wedding. The room is filled with joy and laughter, the sound of clinking glasses and upbeat music filling my ears. The reception is in full swing, the music is blasting and the dance floor is packed with our friends and family. I'm sitting at the main table next to Dwight, watching the crowd, taking in every detail of our special day. But as I look around, I realize that something is missing. Something important.
I gently nudge Dwight and ask, "Hey, did your family say they might swing by?"
Dwight shakes his head, "No, Jim. They're not going to show up."
I can see the disappointment in Dwight's eyes, and I feel a pang of sadness in my heart. I had wanted this day to be perfect for him, and I know how much his family means to him. I know that Dwight's family is very traditional and Amish, but I thought that they would be able to see past it for him. After all, this is their son's wedding day. But apparently, they couldn't.
"I'm sorry, Dwight," I say, placing my hand on his arm. "I know how much your family means to you."
Dwight lets out a sigh, "It's okay, Jim. I knew they wouldn't come. They don't approve of me leaving the Amish way of life."
I feel a lump form in my throat. I knew that Dwight's decision to leave his Amish community was a big deal, but I had hoped that his family would be able to see how happy he is now.
"I just wish they could see how happy you are, Dwight," I say, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.
Dwight gives me a small smile, "I know, Jim. But it's okay. I have you and our friends here to celebrate with me."
I can't help but smile back at him. Even in the face of disappointment, Dwight always manages to see the bright side of things. I know that he's right, and that we have so many people here who love and support us.
"They don't know what they're missing," I say gently, squeezing Dwight's hand. "They're missing out on seeing their son marry the person he loves, and that's their loss." Dwight leans in and kisses me deeply, and I feel all of his loved poured into it.
As the night goes on, I find myself dancing with Dwight, twirling around the dance floor in each other's arms. I can feel the love and happiness radiating off of him, and I know that we'll be okay, no matter what. And in this moment, surrounded by the people we love, I know that our wedding day is perfect, even without Dwight's family here.
As the sun sits in the middle of the sky, the sound of horse hooves echo through the empty roads leading deep into the Amish countryside. The buggy rolls along the dusty path, the wheels creaking with each turn. Dwight's parents, his siblings, and a few relatives are inside, all crammed together and bouncing along the dirt road. They all know where they are headed, and the tension is palpable in the cramped space.
The old farmhouse looms in the distance, its shutters closed tightly against the encroaching darkness. The roof is pitched sharply, and the wooden boards are weathered and worn, giving the house a foreboding appearance. A lone lantern flickers in the window, casting shadows that dance and twist in the night.
Dwight's mother grips the reins tightly, her knuckles white with fear. "We should turn back," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the horse's hooves. "This is a mistake."
But Dwight's father is resolute. "We have no choice," he says, his voice steady and firm. "We need their help."
As they draw closer to the house, a woman appears on the porch, her long dress billowing in the wind. She stares at them with piercing blue eyes, tall and thin like a tree, with a severe expression on her face. She beckons them inside with a curt nod of her head.
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Jim x Dwight Oneshots *smut warning*
FanfictionOKAY! This is a collection of extremely random stories that have to do with Jim and Dwight and the characters of the office as the main characters. But every chapter is a different story, different universe, different theme and backstory. Some have...