𝐍𝐅𝐋 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

⋆ ࣪. 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲

❝ 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭.❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

Today was the day.

Countless guests had already made themselves comfortable in their seats and were chatting happily while waiting for it to start.

The mood was exuberant and joyful.
Everyone was looking forward to the wedding, which would take place in a few minutes.

The wedding location was a large beautiful lake, behind which stretched some mountains and the beautiful view still lent that certain extra.

On the large lawn, which was a bit away from the water, were countless cream colored chairs, while the aisle with a path consisted of countless beautiful white flowers that led over to a beautiful gazebo, which had also been decorated with white flowers and thus was more or less the center of the place where Brock and y/n would give themselves the yes word in a few minutes.

Nervously, y/n tugged the veil on her head while her best friend once again smoothed out the floor-length beautiful dress in which she looked simply breathtaking.

In the last hour, countless people had walked around her again and again, while various hands had taken care of her hair and make - up.

Every second that the upcoming ceremony came closer, y/n became all the more nervous.

"You look so beautiful" , sniffled y/n's mother as she held a handkerchief under her eyes and gently dabbed away the tears so as not to smudge her mascara.

"Thanks, mom." , y/n whispered softly as she was pretty close to tears as well.
She had been pretty emotional since this morning, so she had to keep fighting the tears to make sure not a single tear came out of her eyes and destroyed her make up.

Ever since her and Brock's engagement a year and a half ago, when he asked her to be his wife in the exact same place they were getting married today, y/n had been picturing their most beautiful day.

And today was indeed the day. Today she would actually marry her great love.

Ever since college, y/n had been at Brock's side, supporting him as best she could throughout his career. But also in private she was always there for him, as he was for her.

The two had been through a lot together, growing even stronger together now and then, and y/n was more than sure that Brock was the one for her. And she actually knew that pretty much from the beginning of their relationship, which they had been in for almost five years now.

"Are you ready for the big day, princess?" , her father asked her after her veil was once again properly adjusted and she spotted a satisfied nod from the stylist out of the corner of her eye.

Her father had also had to fight tears again and again, especially when he had discovered his daughter in her wedding dress for the first time, so that he had lost his breath and countless tears had streamed down his cheeks, while he had assured his daughter again and again how beautiful she was.

"Yes, more than that."

And she really was, even if since this morning she had been plagued by nausea and stomach ache from sheer nervousness, the joy of the ceremony and the subsequent celebration grew more and more in her.

She could hardly wait to join her father, to be led forward by him and to discover Brock in his suit for the first time.

"Well, we'd better get going. After all, everyone's just waiting for the bride," her father said and gave y/n a grin, which made her giggle softly and run out of the room with her father last.

"I want you to know that I am incredibly proud of you, y/n. You're an incredibly amazing young woman, living your dreams, and now you're marrying the man of your dreams, the one your mother and I were sure would come one day from the beginning."

Y/n began to fight tears again as her father pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and then held out his arm for her to rake in.

And shortly after, the music sounded, as a sign that it was starting. And together with her father she slowly walked along the narrow flowery corridor, to the front of the pavilion.

While y/n walked forward with her father, her gaze was fixed on Brock, whose eyes grew huge when he spotted y/n in her dress.

Y/n saw Brock's lips move and she could just guess that he muttered a soft "wow."

Shortly after, her father handed y/n to Brock with the words "take good care of my daughter."

"I will, sir" , Brock promised her father and then gently pulled y/n close to him.

"You look beautiful." , he whispered softly in her ear, causing y/n to blush slightly.

"You too." she whispered back and for a few seconds she could see Brock's watery eyes.

——

"Yes, I do." , y/n whispered as she noticed how much her fingers had begun to tremble. For the last few minutes, they had listened to the speech of the wedding speaker, although y/n had simply blanked out over half of it, as she had simply been far too nervous to remember even one word.

First Brock had spoken the three words, while he had looked y/n deep into the eyes, so that goose bumps had spread over y/n's whole body.

"Now I hereby declare them Mr. and Mrs. Purdy. They may now pass the rings and kiss each other."

With trembling fingers, y/n reached for the ring that her little niece had carried to the two of them on the ring pillow.

Mutually, the two put the rings on each other, while y/n noticed that Brock's fingers were also quite trembling.

After the two had put the rings on each other, Brock pulled y/n as close as he could and then pressed his lips to hers.

As the two kissed for the first time as husband and wife, people in the background began to applaud and whistle loudly.

"I love you." Brock whispered after the two broke away.

"I love you too" , y/n replied with a grin, then shrieked as Brock lifted her up and carried her down the flowery path past the guests, who were throwing flower petals at the two of them.

But y/n, who had her hands clasped in Brock's neck, looked up at her husband, who also had eyes only for her.

While Brock carried y/n to the end of the aisle, the two of them blanked out everything around them, enjoying this tiny moment the two of them had to themselves.

For they knew that they would not have time for themselves again until the early hours of the morning.

"Mrs. Purdy. That sounds more than perfect," Brock whispered against y/n's lips before placing his on hers once more and kissing her with all his love.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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