Never Let You Go - A Justin Bieber Love Story.

Chapter 43.

NO POV:

Few years LATER

Her dress snugged her body perfectly; showing off the curves she relished to have in her younger years. Her brown tousles that meshed with the crescent white curled into ringlets as the veil hid her blushing cheeks that held a crimson red. Katie, whose eyes never left Justin's impeccable stance in his tux, switched her emerald green doe eyes towards the women whose eyes shined with happiness. Her mother. Her adoring, supportive mother whom she ran away from to fly out to Atlanta to meet the boy who's hair was matted and distressed from the wind. It was her day.

As the dress prolonged along the mahogany flooring, the piano never skipped a beat to her nervous step. The man behind the piano moved rhythmically with the designated wedding musical, a song he'd mesmerized so well he didn't even have to glance at the notes in front of him. Slowly, but confidently, her dampened palms finally settled with his. Rubbing his thumb over her hand soothingly, anticipation laced his manly physique. And then a man, a man with a five o'clock beard settling on his chin and dismantled glasses on the bridge of his nose appeared in her mind, paralyzing her state of mind and vision. The man was Mark. Just mark-he was nothing other than Mark now. He could never be anything other than Mark. The man she once looked for for comfort, for safety, was now in the past and the man before her was her future. When her mind came back to earth, she was greeted by a sentence that made her stomach unleash butterflies to frolic wildly-freely with no rules to abide by.

"...thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?" The priests glasses slung lowly on his elderly face, but his voice never shook, never wavered or stuttered or cracked.

"I do," his husky voice replied almost instantly: two words that would always make her heartstrings tighten.

"And you, my dear, will you thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?"

"I do," her velvety soft voice was almost inaudible through the church, where the windows plastered shapes and figures along the walls.

The priest, who's days had caught up with him, took the husband's hand and intertwined it with hers, smiling to himself as he felt the precipitation of their hands. He had gone through that before, he thought mindlessly to himself before uttering a verse from the withered book that sat propped in his hands.

"I do take her to be my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth."

The ranginess of his voice almost made her calm, made her feel at home and well. Though he was not around all that long most days: all he had to do was talk and she'd melt like butter, or putty in his hands. Upon her turn, she stared up at his deep brown almond shaped eyes that were outlined with black, lengthy eyelashes.

"I to take my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth."

The rings sparkled under the rafters of light that peeked in through the churches windows, almost glistening in a way. The cold metal slid onto her finger, light as a weather like it wasn't even there.

"..have declared the same by giving and receiving a Ring, and by joining hands; I pronounce that they are Man and Wife, In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."

His warm, volcanic hands gently stripped the veil from her face, unceasing the beauty that hid behind it. He was almost hypnotized, he almost had to blink a few more times at the beautiful, godly women in front of him to make sure she was in fact real. She was all his, and he was all hers. Together, they collided, connecting and threading all their love into one simple, yet elegant kiss. He was a cheeky man, so it did not surprise her when he came back and weaved their lips once more with a dashing smile enveloping his peach colored lips. At that moment, they became husband and wife, partners for life unless stated otherwise. At that moment, the world stopped for one bliss minute where all she could think, feel, was his lips against hers-knowing she'd wake up not once but everyday with them privileged to her. It was then that Katie Bieber officially became Mrs. Bieber.

The woman Justin Bieber never let go of.

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