Breathless

And I Play This Song For You

I sort of started grumbling as I tried to roll out of my bed, only to be stopped by a still sleeping Brian holding my tightly in his arms. I made an attempt to pry his arms from me, to no avail. Then, I started poking and nudging at him, and though it took far too long, I finally got him to wake up.

"Hmmf?" He grunted into the pillow, his eyes halfway open. "Fwhat time ifs it?" He asked, rolling onto his back with another, this time exaggerated, groan.

"Almost 9," I told him, sitting up from the bed, "That means that you and the guys need to go get ready," I reminded, slipping out from under the covers, glancing down at my growing stomach for a minute before going to get dressed.

"Shit, really?" He yelped, a strange noise to come out of a grown man's mouth, and ran into the closet to grab his clothes, taking great care to avoid looking at my dress. He grabbed his things and gave me a swift kiss goodbye before going to grab Murr and Sal from the couch. Soon after he went down to the living room, I could hear shouting that was clearly Sal's, so high pitched and erratic that it left me in a fit of giggles.

"What the hell, Murr!" Sal shouted, shortly followed by a quiet thud, surely Murray falling, or, being pushed rather, onto the floor.

"Dude, you came onto me!" Murr squeaked, defending himself as Sal continued to freak out.

"I literally have your bodily fluids inside of me!" Sal shouted, followed by the lovely sound of Brian's laughter.

"Oh shut it, both of you!" I called as I trotted down the stairs, rolling my eyes. "Do guys not accidentally act kind of gay together sometimes?" I questioned, looking between the three men curiously, only to get curious glances from the three of them, which I took as no's. I shrugged absentmindedly and made my way back upstairs, ready to call over some of my closer friends to help me get ready. As soon as I left the living room, I was sure I could hear Sal starting to dry heave, leaving me doubled over in a fit of laughter.

**

It was nearly noon, and my bedroom was packed full of friends and family members, rushing around in a frenzy trying to do one thing or another. I was sitting in front of a mirror, stripped down to just my bra and underwear as my old college roommate and long time friend, Sophie, stood behind me, messing with my hair, which I wasn't sure how because of how short it was, and chatting on in a heavy Irish accent. In front of me stood Alex, skillfully applying sharp winged eyeliner and gold, sparkling eyeshadow to match with my dress, which was carefully set out on my bed.

"When can I see?" I asked, growing impatient, desperate to see what I looked like.

"When I'm done, you wench," Alex teased, pulling away to get a better look at my overall look. "Almost done, love," She added, stepping out of the way to reveal my image in the mirror.

I gasped, my eyes growing wide at the sight of the reflection, a person staring back that I wasn't quite sure was me. Soft, slightly pinker lips, gold eyeshadow around my eyes and sharp eyeliner giving me a beautiful, yet slightly devious look. I couldn't believe how beautiful I felt, and I almost started to tear up from it.

"Uh-uh, no crying!" Alex said, shaking her hair rapidly. "I worked too hard to have it be ruined by your sappiness!" She teased, skillfully dabbing away at the emerging tears.

After my hair and makeup had been finished, I slipped into my dress, Sophie delicately zipping it up in the back.

"You look lovely, dear," She cooed, clasping her hands together in front of me as I once again stepped in front of the mirror, continuing to gawk at my reflection.

"I can't believe I'm getting married today," I breathed, feeling Alex gently massage my shoulders. I slowly twirled around, watching the gold shimmer in the bedroom lighting, and I couldn't wait to see what it looked like outside in the sun.