Eyes For You ♥ Oscar Díaz

˗ˏˋWedding Day (pt.2)'ˎ˗

 Oscar's POV

 I'm standing at the altar, waiting for her. Every second feels like a lifetime, and I can't stop fidgeting with my cufflinks. Cesar, standing beside me, nudges my arm. "Chill, carnal. You got this."

 "I know," I say, but my heart's racing like crazy. "I just... I want it to be perfect."

 "It will be," Cesar says, his voice steady. "She's gonna look beautiful."

 I glance at him, and for a moment, I see the kid he used to be. The little brother I tried so hard to protect, even when I couldn't protect myself. And now, here we are, on my wedding day, and he's the one keeping me calm.

 "Thanks, hermano," I mutter, my voice thick. "For everything."

 Cesar looks at me, really looks at me, and then he nods. "You deserve this, Oscar. You deserve to be happy."

 I swallow hard, nodding back. "I hope so."

 The doors at the end of the aisle open, and suddenly, I forget everything else. There she is. Isabel, in a white dress that takes my breath away, walking towards me with her dad beside her. She looks like a vision, like something out of a dream, and for a moment, I can't move. I can't breathe.

 This is it. This is the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

 Isabel's POV

 The doors open wide, and for a second, everything around me fades. All the noise, all the nerves, even the weight of the dress pressing against my skin—it all disappears the moment my eyes land on him. Oscar. My Oscar, standing at the altar, looking like the answer to every prayer I never knew I was allowed to have.

 For a second, I forget how to breathe.

 "Mija," my dad whispers, his voice low in my ear. "You good?"

 I blink, realizing I've been frozen in place. "Yeah... yeah, Papi, I'm good," I say, giving him a tight smile. I grip his arm a little tighter, taking a deep breath as we start to move forward.

 Each step feels heavy, like time's slowing down on purpose, giving me the chance to soak it all in—the candles flickering along the aisle, the soft murmur of guests as they stand and turn to watch, the scent of roses filling the room. But none of that compares to the way Oscar is looking at me. Like I'm the only person in the world.

 Like I'm his world.

 I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I blink them back, refusing to let them spill. Not yet. Not until I reach him.

 I can't hear the music, but I know it's playing because everyone's watching. I can see Ruby out of the corner of my eye, grinning like the goofy kid he's always been, Cesar standing there looking sharp as hell beside his brother, and even Abuelita is dabbing her eyes with a tissue. It's like everyone we love is here, and it's all for us.

 We reach the end of the aisle, and I feel my dad gently release my arm. I turn to him, and there's this look in his eyes—pride, maybe? Or maybe it's the weight of letting his daughter go. Either way, I lean in, kissing him on the cheek before I turn to face the man I'm about to marry.

 Oscar steps forward, offering his hand. "You ready, mi amor?" he asks softly, his voice so low only I can hear it.

 I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat as I place my hand in his. His grip is warm, steady, grounding me when I feel like I'm floating.

 "You look beautiful," he whispers, his thumb brushing against my palm.

 "You don't look so bad yourself," I whisper back, biting back a smile. But God, he looks better than "not bad." In that suit, he looks like a whole dream.

 We turn to face the officiant, and everything from that point on is kind of a blur. I hear him talking, but all I can think about is Oscar. I sneak glances at him every few seconds, wondering how I got so lucky, wondering how this man—this tough, complicated, beautiful man—is mine.

 And then it's time. The vows.

 Oscar goes first, because of course he does. He always knows what to say, and I'm standing there, holding my breath as he begins.

 "Isa," he starts, his voice soft but steady, "when we first met, I didn't think I was the kind of man who deserved something like this—something like you." He pauses, and I see him swallow, his eyes meeting mine. "But you've shown me that love doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to be real. And with you... it's always been real."

 I can't stop the tears now. They're spilling down my cheeks, and I don't even care if it ruins my makeup.

 "You made me believe in a future I never thought I could have," he continues, his voice cracking just a little, and I know he's feeling it too. "So, mi amor, I promise to always stand by your side, no matter what. To protect you, to love you, to be the man you deserve—because you've made me a better one."

 By the time he finishes, I'm shaking. I can barely get the words out, and when I do, they come out in a rush.

 "Oscar," I start, my voice trembling, "you were the last person I expected to fall for. But once I did, I couldn't stop. You made me feel safe when everything else was falling apart. You showed me that love isn't about perfection, it's about showing up, every day, even when it's hard."

 I pause, blinking back more tears. "You're my heart. You're my home. And I promise to love you, fiercely and without hesitation, for the rest of our lives."

 His eyes soften, and I see his jaw tighten, like he's fighting back his own emotions. It takes everything in me not to pull him into a kiss right then and there, but I wait. I wait for that moment when they say the words I've been dreaming of.

 "You may now kiss the bride."

 Oscar doesn't hesitate. He pulls me close, his hands framing my face as he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. It's soft at first, but then it deepens, and I lose myself in the feel of him, the taste of him, the way he's holding me like he never wants to let go.

 The room erupts in applause, but I barely hear it. All I hear is the sound of my heart pounding in my ears, and all I feel is Oscar. My husband.

 When we finally pull apart, I can't stop smiling. "We did it," I whisper.

 "Sí," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "We did."

                                ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇

 When the ceremony is over, and we're officially married, I feel like I'm floating. The reception is a blur of laughter, dancing, and stolen kisses, and when we finally sneak away for some quiet time, Oscar pulls me close, wrapping his arms around my waist.

 "Amor," he whispers, his lips brushing against mine. "We did it."

 I smile, leaning into him. "Yeah, we did."