Don't Let Us Go

Wedding Bells Pt 2

"Don't let me fall, Dad," Olivia whispered, serious in her tone, her hold on her Dad'sarm tightening as they cascaded down the aisle. Patting his hand on top of hers, Billy nuzzled her arm with his, then grasped it tightly. "Never," He assured his daughter as they continued down the aisle.

One step at a time, Liv told herself as they descended to the slow tempo of the music. She didn't lift her eyes until her feet were safely planted on the ground with each step.
She could hear the murmurs of awe from the audience of close friends and family as Olivia came into view. Blood looded to her cheeks at the sound of their queit compliments and genuine smiles.

She searched for Spencer. For a brief moment, she was distracted by the profusion of white plants of dangling garlands that roped the pillars of the canopy. However, her doe eyes bounced from the roman themed scruture to canopy and  searched across the rows of silk-linen draped chairs—blushing more deeply as she scanned the curious faces of all crowd that was focused on her. Then she found him at last, standing before an arch overflowing and white clothed drapery and flowers.

As she and Dad reached the end of the bridal aisle, Olivia took in the front of the crowd. Her little girl sat in the front in a miniature version of Olivia's gown, kicking her legs, with her flowers basket in her lap. Gracianna gave her mom two thumbs up in approval of her mom's final look. In Gigi's eyes, her mom was an actual princess straight out of a movie. 

She was almost at the head of the aisle with the groomsmen and bridesmaids.

 All Olivia saw was Spencer's face; it filled her vision and centered her focus.

His eyes were a crisp, burning flecks of brown; his perfect face was almost overwhelming with the depth of his emotion conveyed earnestly. He met her stunned gaze, and he broke into a cherishing smile of exultation.

The walk to him lasted much too long for Olivia's liking, suddenly. She wanted to be in his arms. And then, at last, she was there. Spencer held out his hand. Billy took Olivia's hand and, in traditional style, placed it in Spencer's. Liv grazed the cool surface Spencer hand, and she was home.

Choosing to write their own vows, the couple gladly declared their affection. Raised as a gentleman, Spencer insisted Olivia profession hers first.

"I vow to always protect you from harm, to stand with you against your troubles, and to look to you when I need protection. I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, a warming comfort in the cold, and a shoulder to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own."

Matching Olivia's promises in his own words, Spencer declared his own love fore her.

"Falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a stranger's  house and gaining the strange sense of home. I met you and my world a lot more sense. You balance me out, Liv. Love is a word that isn't strong enough to understand the depth of how my hearts beat for you. It's more than the fierce, infinite passion that so many people describe love as. It's not the cheesy notion of butterflies and stomach knots. It's the little traits that I learned about you through all my years of knowing you, Olivia. You are kind. You are silly. You are intelligent," Spencer praised Olivia, listing off all the reasons he loved her dearly. "Your laugh is contagious. Ilove  the way you down an entire Baskin Robbins ice cream cake. And how you cry watching the notebook, despite having watching it over 20 times," He chuckled, gaining a laugh from the audience. "You acknowledge my strengths and accept my faults without heed. So today, I vow to honor you and respect you, support you and encourage you in return. I promise to dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever life brings. I vow to laugh with you while we watch dumb reruns off shows you forced me binge on repeat. And comfort you when you feel like curling into a corner and being alone. I promise to always pursue you, to fight for you, and love you unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of our lives, if you let me. You are my best friend, Olivia. And today, I am honored to call you my wife."

Their officiant signals for the ring bearer to arrive. Down the aisle, Dillion carries his nine month old nephew, Javion. Both of the young James males acting as ring bear. Dillion carries the the wedding bands on a red pillow with golden hassles in one hand, while bouncing Javion on his hip with the other. 

One they reach the couple and the priest, Dillion puts the rings upward for Spencer and Olivia to grab. During this action, Javion demands his mom's attention, calling out for her in his infant tone, causing the crowd of family and friends to coo at the cuteness. Olivia rubs her baby's boy cheek, allowing for Dillion carrying him away to get in line with remaining groomsmen beside Spencer. 

They exchange wedding bands and the Priest ask the most important questions of them both. 

"I do," Olivia managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper, blinking her eyes clear of her tears so she could see Spencer's face.

When it was Spencer's turn to speak, the words rang clear and confidence.

"I do," he vowed.

The priest declared them husband and wife, and then Spencer's hands reached up to cradle Olivia's face, carefully, delicately. Liv tried to compose herself, through the puddle of tears blinding her. The surreal fact that this life was hers, still sinking in. Spencer's brown eyes looked as if they developed tears, too, overcime wuth sentiment. He bent his head
toward Olivia's, and she stretched up on the tips of her toes, throwing her arms around his neck.

He kissed Olivia tenderly, adoringly; She forgot the crowd, the place, the time as everything faded to only their share space. Nothing matter except his love for her, that she was his. And he was hers.

She clung to Spencer, ignoring exist of the audience, daringly displaying their uncontained romance.  Spencer's hands restrained her face and he pulled back, amused, with a knowing smirk.

The crowd erupted into applause. Spencer gazed loveingly at his bride, his deep joy echoing her own, content at finally completing their nuptials.