Tomorrow Couldn't Come Any Faster

Chapter 19

Today is our wedding day. OUR FREAKING WEDDING DAY! I put on my Tiffany blue dress, and go to the bathroom to do my makeup. I put on silver eyeshadow, and do my eyeliner, making it extra special. I curl my hair, and put it up in a half ponytail. I go to get my high heels, and put them on. I slowly walk downstairs, to see my dad at the bottom. "Julie, my baby, you're getting married!" He snaps a picture of me, and gives me a hug. He follows me to the car, and we get in. We did decide to follow the old tradition of not having Paul see my dress. He drives down to the beach. Through the bushes, I could see the rows of white chairs that are already filled with people, and a long rug in the middle of the isle. I don't see Paul, thought. The pastor comes over to me. "Paul should be there any minute. Wen you see both of us, then you come out and start walking so your dad." He walks away, and soon after five minutes both Paul and the pastor are up there. The music starts to play. It's unchained melody, the song I sang to him when I first met him.
I take a deep breath, and lock arms with my father. We start to walk down the isle, and I can't see Paul in detail yet. We get closer, having everybody look back and staring at me. John, George, and Ringo are up there as best men. I can feel light tears coming up in my eyes, but I hold them back, and smile. This day is finally here, and I have a beautiful baby growing in my stomach. I'm about 4 feet from Paul. I can see him wiping his face. He smiling. I'm almost there, and I give my daddy a hug. I stand right next to Paul, and we are finally holding hands. "You are so beautiful." And then sheds a tear. I wipe it off for him. The pastor says "On this day, you two will forever be one. You be together through health and sickness, happiness and anger." He keeps on talking for a while. Then finally says "Do you, James Paul McCartney take Juliette Rosanna Palmer as your lawfully wedded wife?" "I do" he says. "Do you, Juliette Rosanna Palmer take James Paul McCartney as your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do" I say, as I smile at Paul. We trade rings. "You may now kiss the bride." Paul lifts me up, and gives me a soft, passionate kiss. I hear everybody clapping, and cheering. "Now you're forever mine" he says to me.
After an few hours or so of the after party, I really just want to spend my time with Paul alone. I mean, it is OUR wedding after all. Another half hour goes by, and people are leaving one by one. I finally get to spend time alone with him. Our dads said that they would clean up, so me and Paul can go.
We go back to my place. He carries me up the stairs, and lays me on my bed.
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He slowly unzips my dress, carefully trying not to rip it. "You looked so beautiful today, Juliette, just like how beautiful you are everyday. I've been waiting for this moment my whole life." He whispers to me, then nibbling my ear. He kisses my jawbone, down to my neck. He lightly strokes his hand down my stomach. "Very part of you is perfect," he says. He pauses to take off his clothes. He kisses all the way down my chest, to my belly. He puts his face close to it, and whispers "You're perfect too." He runs his hands down my thighs, and back up again. He puts his forehead to mine, and stays there, looking into each others eyes for a bit. He's so perfect. I run my fingers through his sweaty dark hair. I roll over, and straddle my legs on each side of his hips. I lean down, and bite his lower lip, inviting my tongue in to give him a slow, passionate kiss. There's something different about this kiss. It's even better than the one when he proposed to me. He puts his hands on my face, pulling me closer into him. It's dark, and warm in my room. The setting is perfect. He kisses my chin, then sucks on my neck making me moan. I'm the luckiest girl in the world. I get a sexy gentlemen who is good in bed. Sorry, not good. Fucking great. He is gentle, passionate, caring....
Now, we're laying in bed together, cuddled up next to one another. "I am helplessly, uncontrollably, incredibly, unconditionally, emotionally, physically in love with you. Everything about you. The moment I ever saw you I loved you. You are the best gift anyone can have, and I'm glad it's me. Nothing else makes me happier than to see your beautiful face everyday. I can't wait for a child, because its ours. 100 percent what me and you created. Every time I look at you, it's like the first time." He says. I'm still laying there. What did I do to deserve someone this amazing? "Why me?" I ask. He brings my face so close to his that our noses touch. "Because when I saw a pretty girl, I liked them for their looks. Wen I saw you, I can imagine my life with you." He said, them kissed me. We spend the night together, just like this. Wrapped up in his arms, his warmness. His safeness. I would never want to get out of this moment.
I wake up to the sound of his voice.
"And I when I go away
I know my heart can stay with my love
It's understood
It's in the hands of my love
And my love does it good
Oh..
My love does it good."
He finishes to song, "I'm not finished yet. I wrote another for you," he says, then starts singing.
"Because you're sweet and lovely girl
I love you
Because you're sweet and lovely girl
It's true
I love you more than ever
It's true"
He finishes that, and tears rush down my face. He comes rushing over to the bed. "Stop crying love," he whispers to me as he's cradling me. "Why do you have to be so perfect" I blurt out with more tears. "I'm only perfect when I'm with you," he says. That's not true. He's always perfect.