Hello! Behold the most obnoxious time skip ever! Straight from March to the middle of June!
"Oh Paige, this is gorgeous!"
"It fits you so well!"
"This necklace is so pretty, when did you get this?"
"Don't you remember? Mark gave it to her on Valentine's Day! Oh, it's such a sweet story, I nearly cried."
"Paige, here's your bracelet. I promised Adele that you would wear it."
"Honey, you almost forgot your lipstick."
"Somebody see this for me! My daughter is getting married!"
"Sorry Clara, it's an off-white, strapless, tea length faux-silk dress with a sash made of lace tied around her waist. Her hair is in a messy braided bun with one loose curl framing her face with natural toned makeup. Her shoes are simple ivory ballet flats with a silver buckle on the toe, and well, you know her jewelry."Wow, I just picked the first dress I saw that fit me and let my sisters pick out literally everything else. Except for the necklace, I definitely want to wear this. As for my hair, well, I saw a picture of somebody else wearing it and I thought it would be nice.
My family.
I look at myself in the mirror before me. My sisters-in-law all sigh and make all the minor adjustments.
I do look nice, I guess. I can't believe I'm getting married.
I hug all of the bridesmaids in their matching baby blue chiffon dresses, and my mom hands me Copeland in a matching onesie and tutu. With a flower headband my mom crocheted, and tiny little booties, I peck her cheek and hand my four-month-old to Caroline, my matron of honor. She's by far my favorite sister. Mainly because she converted to the religion to marry my brother, but kept her liberal philosophy. I respect her, and after all, she named her daughter after me.I slip my arm through my father's, and watch the procession start. All of my nieces throwing flower petals over the thin rug on the pallets we placed over the sand.
"Dad, I'm so nervous," I whisper. He chuckles.
"Don't worry honey, you'll do fine. I've watched all your brothers get married, as long as you don't pull a Rob, or cut Mark's finger with the ring, I think you'll be okay."
I have to laugh. Rob forgot his vows, and poor Felicia cut Lysander with the ring. Of course we don't make fun of her the way we do with Rob.The music starts, and I begin walking out slowly, holding on tight to my dad's arm. I step gently, I feel like I'm floating.
I see Mark, taking in every inch of me. I wouldn't even let him see the dress, let alone me. Caroline smiles at us watching one another, and hands Mark the baby, just like we planned.
Mark kisses her hair, and stands there, waiting for me. His brother, his best man, claps his hand on Mark's shoulder, who responds with a teary smile, and waits for me to come up.I drop my father's arm, who goes to stand with the rest of my family.
I take my place in front of Mark, and Caroline takes Copeland back. Mark takes my hands, and draws a deep breath."Paige, when I first met you I felt something that I've never felt with anyone else. Just looking at you, hearing you speak, I knew there was something more. When I was dating you, I felt complete. When you told me you were pregnant, I was truly shocked, but thrilled. When I asked you to marry me, and you said yes, as elated as I was, I knew it was going to happen. This feels right, this is right. You're kind and intelligent, you're beautiful and clever, and you bring out the best in me. You've given me the best gift of all, our daughter. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Now I can clearly see the tears in his eyes. I flit mine to see my sisters all crying, not even trying to stop. Everyone but Tory and Caroline has tears streaming down their face. I myself am a bit weepy, but I still manage to say what I came up with.
"You can't choose who you love. That's something I know very well. That's why I'm so happy. I am so incredibly lucky that whatever god or fate out there decided that I was going to be with you. I'm so lucky that you love me. I never imagined that so many amazing things could be inside one person. Because that's you. You bring out the best in me, you've blessed me with the most beautiful baby girl in the world. You make me feel loved and cared about. I love and care about you in a way I never will with anyone else. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
I take a moment to look at him. To remember what he means to me. Before the minister can say anything, I flash back, and I don't need to search for the memory.
"Oh my god...I am so..so..sorry.." I gasp, as he stares at his shirt in disbelief.
"I'm such an idiot, oh my god, I'm sorry.." I feel a panic attack start to come on. I clasp my hand over my mouth and nose to hide my hyperventilating. He starts to notice anyways, and sympathy floods his eyes.
"No no no, it's totally okay, accidents happen!" He says in a friendly tone. I try to calm down. He unbuttons the blue checkered shirt and pulls it off, leaving an only mildly damp black v neck.
"I'm sorry," is all I can say.
"No, relax, you're okay, seriously. I'm Mark, what's your name?""Mark Edward Fischbach, do you take Paige Agnes Woodland as your lawfully wedded wife?"
I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. He doesn't pull away, and I don't either.
"I do."
I've officially been introduced to YouTube as his girlfriend, and I've received nothing but love from all the fans.
"Do you, Paige Agnes Woodland take Mark Edward Fischbach as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Will you be my player two?" He whispers in my ear. I laugh and draw away.
"I do."
He finds my eyes again and says, with all the love and pain we both in this moment, "I love you, so much. You can want someone so badly, and plan on wanting them. You can never plan on needing someone, and I sure as hell never planned on needing you. But I swear if you ever leave, I'll never forget you. Ever. You don't forget the ones you'd die for."
"Then, by the power invested in me by the state of California..."
He rests his forehead against mine. Tears are running down his face as well. We stay silent, I know if I try to speak it will come out all wrong. I'll tell him later, once I'm on the other side of the hell that has consumed my reality
"I now pronounce you husband and wife..."
Tell him that I need him too. Beg him not to let me leave.
"You may now kiss the bride."
I put as much love into this kiss as possible...
I do, oh I do.
His hands hold my waist, and I hold onto his hair. I put as much as love as I possibly can. Because I do, I do love him. I can hear people applauding, and crying, and Wyatt is cheering, but I just kiss him. Because I love him.I do.
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