A Love Like Ours || m.f.

45

"Mark don't test me!" Mark's mother shouted at the closed door.

A low chuckle was heard from the other side of the double wooden door.

"I know the rules Mom, just let me hear her voice before I go crazy. You don't want me to get pit stains on my nice white button-up now do you Mom?"

I was currently standing on the tough carpeted ground of an old church in Ohio. The old room that once smelled like stale bread and my grandma's old perfume now smelled like lilacs and vanilla. Simply being in this room with a bright attitude (and a bottle of lilac-vanilla Febreze) made the room seem a little less old. I chuckled at Mark's presence and stepped towards the oak doors. I knew he was right on the other side waiting to hear for me.

"You're getting close to pushing the limits kiddo." My mother butted in.

I peered back at her and signaled with my hand that it was okay. She smirked and placed her hand playfully on her hip.

"Oh Dear you even- the back of dress is open." Mark's mother mumbled, her English slightly broken due to her Korean heritage.

"Even better." Mark blurted from behind the wooden barrier.

"Mark Edward!" His Mother counteracted in surprise.

A small smile played along my lips as she tugged at the back of my dress. I heard my mother giggle at his slightly sexual remark as well. She shook her head and shuffled to the couch that seemed to hold more dust than it did body weight. A decent amount of light poured through the now open window and onto the dingy upholstery. It was a surprisingly warm day in Ohio considering it was the close to mid August.

After finalizing the dress process, I sauntered over to the doors. Both of our Moms began talking to each other as I approached. A slight draft drifted around the bottom of my dress, causing it to dance lightly across the floor. I pressed both of my palms onto the cool wood along with my forehead.

"Hey Mark." My voice was barely higher than a whisper, but I knew he could hear me.

"Hey. How's everything going?" He exhaled loudly before asking.

"Perfect. How are you?" I smiled at his obvious nervousness and traced the details on the wood with my finger.

"Well the suit is fine and I'm pretty sure Tom tied my tie right. I don't wear these often so I don't really know how they work-"

"No, How are you?" I restated, interrupting Mark's bumbling.

"Nervous." He sighed.

"Don't be, Mark Edward." I giggled before continuing. "I would marry you in nothing but sweatpants and a t-shirt if I could. Today is hardly different than any other day."

He didn't answer, but I knew he was listening.

"So don't be nervous okay? Just be yourself. I know you're good at being yourself in front of more than twelve million people. This church only has maybe fifty people in it, counting the priest."

The sound of his quiet laughter filtered through the door and I smiled.

"But it's you, (Y/n). You mean more to me than twelve million people and you know  those twelve million mean the world to me--"

"Mark! Man it's like babysitting you all over again! I told Mom you wouldn't come back here again!" Tom's voice was muffled slightly, but definitely hearable.