**Kellin's POV**
I heard the crowd murmuring but I couldn't focus on anything but my beautiful bride. She hadn't let me see her dress, claiming it was bad luck. I played along since I figured we'd had plenty of nasty luck in our relationship. When I saw her, I felt tears prick at my eyes.
She was in a beautiful, full wedding gown, with small pale purple flowers wrapped in a wreath around her head. I couldn't take my eyes away from her clear blue ones, when she drew closer I saw she looked truly happy. I took her hands gently and kissed each of her fingers tenderly.
"You look beyond amazing," I barely managed my whisper to be heard. I was relieved and happy when the moment came for me to pour out my heart to her.
"Michaela Darcy Thomas, from the moment I first saw you in high school, your beauty stunned me into silence. I remember my first coherent thought about you was that you can punch really well," I paused with a small wink and she blushed bright red. "From a whirlwind school year, to our senior prom, to bringing you home from the hospital, to finding out you were pregnant with our beautiful daughter, and finally to today, I wouldn't change a thing. No, I would change one thing..." I looked into her eyes and said with every ounce of emotion I physically could. "I would never leave on that tour, I would do everything I could to not lose you. I'm glad I held onto your memory for the last eighteen years, you are so worth holding on to..." I trailed off as she burst into tears. "Micky, my Micky, I feel so honored to be able to call you my wife after today, I love you with every ounce of my being."
The pastor cleared his throat lightly, "Mr Quinn, do you take Michaela to be your lawfully wedded wife?" I nearly screamed the word 'yes'. "Miss Thomas?" Micky, still crying, nodded and whispered yes. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Ladies and gentlemen, I present Mister and Missus Kellin Quinn." I couldn't wait anymore, I kissed Micky, now my wife, fully.
Feeling her pressing slightly harder against my kiss, I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her closely. When I finally let go, I lightly kissed her forehead and whispered "I love you, Mrs Quinn."
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Check My Pulse - sequel to Kissing Razors
FanficMicky Quinn has been dead for years. Her daughter, Anna Quinn, is now eighteen years old and wants to know what happened to her mom. Will the true story come out? Or will the lie that Anna and Kellin have living continue? Will they find out what...