Broken Smile

White Wedding

~Ophelia~

I take a deep breath, looking myself in the mirror. I loved my dress and it was well suited with my baby bump that barely showed. I nodded to myself, carefully moving down the stairs in my heels to get into the car. Justin and I decided that we were not going to have a first look at each other's wedding attire until we're at the altar.

I'm in the backseat of my father's car as he drives us to the ceremony. I wish my mom was here to witness this chapter of my life. I have a lot of mixed feelings about her being out of the picture, but I thought it wouldn't have any significant impact on my life today.

We arrive at the cathedral where the ceremony would take place. I waited for my father to open my door and help me out of the car while valet took the keys to park for us. Taking his arm, I walked slow next to him.

"You look beautiful," My father whispered as we stopped in the doorway where I'd wait until it's time for me to walk.

"Thanks, dad."

"I've waited so long for this moment. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart."

Tears in both our eyes, my cue starts to play on the piano. Everyone stands as the pews are packed with friends, family and coworkers at my father's office. A bouquet of flowers in my hand as I walked down the aisle, occasionally bowing my head as a hello to some people I know.

I make it to the altar, meeting Justin's glance as tears roll down his face. I wasn't sure I've ever seen him cry like this, but it made me feel like marriage is what he really wanted.

~Justin~

I hate showing my sensitive side, especially when I cry. Watching Ophelia come toward the altar in her wedding dress made me feel fulfilled as a man, especially when I know there's a little nugget in there getting ready to pop out in a couple months. I take her hands in mine as we face each other, exchanging small looks.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to bind this darling couple into a lifetime of companionship and intimacy," The officiate starts the ceremony off and I can't help but focus on Ophelia.

It's time to say our vows and my eyes meet Ophelia's.

"With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine."

I smile, giving her a small nod of my head before saying my vows.

"With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine," I bite my lip nervously as I slip the wedding band on Ophelia's finger.

"I now pronounce you Man and Wife."

Taking Ophelia by the waist, I kiss her passionately earning cheers from people I the audience. After the ceremony, we leave the altar together hand in hand before reaching our car. A few quick revs of the engine before taking off sent the guests into a fit of cheers and screams of enjoyment.

"That went better than I imagined," Ophelia laughed which made me chuckle.

"We made it out alive that's for sure," I joke with her.

"Now what?"

"Wanna go to the beach?"

"I thought you'd never ask," She smiles and I don't hesitate to head down to the perfect spot I've been dying to take her to.

"Babe, this place is amazing," She smiles.

"Not as amazing as you," I smirk which follows by Ophelia punching my shoulder lightly.

"Such a dork."

"I'm your dork, though."

"And I'm not hating it."