The Girl, The Boy, And The Wheelchair

Wedding

Sara POV
Today was the day. My day. My wedding day. I had my best friends doing my makeup, my dress proofing out, flattening where I was forced to sit in my wheelchair. Now was my time. "Good luck!" A voice exclaimed. "I love you! Forever and always best friends!" Another shouted. The music began to play as I slowly was wheeled down the isle by my dad. "I love you sweetheart." He whispered in my ear before going to take his seat. I held the purple and white bouquet in my right hand. I turned to face Hayden. The priest mumbled something. "I do." Hayden spoke proudly. again the priest mumbled. "I do." I spoke timidly. "You may now kiss the-" The priest was cut off by Hayden's lips smashing into mine. The kiss deepened, my hand entangling in Hayden's hair. Hayden's hand moved downward. "Save it for the honeymoon!" Hanna, a bridesmaid exclaimed playfully. We blushed, and went to the after party.