Tyler could be drop dead ugly and I don't even think that would change how I feel about her.
It's like if everyone in this world would be blind, would we still pick others by their "looks", or would we be forced to love their personalities?
Well, th...
I am going to be a wife! That's absolutely insane to think about.
The stylist was currently finishing my hair and within the next ten minutes I'd need to have that done and be in my dress ready to walk down the aisle.
"Tyler," my mom's voice croaked out.
She had been teary eyed all day about how I was growing up too fast, and yelling at my brother to find himself a wife already.
I chuckled and turned around but instantly became worried as I saw her face.
"Mom what's the matter?" I asked, rushing out of my chair to her side.
"You have a visitor."
My heart dropped as she said those words. There is only one person here to see me that isn't already seated for the wedding.
"Is it him?" I asked, my voice quivering.
She nodded.
"Honey you don't have to go if you don't want to, I don't want this to ruin your big day."
"I think it's best if I do."
I walked out the door and looked down the hall and saw the man that I haven't seen in nearly four years.
My father.
He was sitting in a chair with two policemen standing on his sides.
I walked up and he turned his head to me. His face instantly crumbled.
"My little girl, look at old you've gotten. And my god, you're getting married," he spoke, tears falling down his face and he got up.
The guards stopped him from walking any closer to me.
He aged a lot, his hair turning gray and more wrinkles in his face than before. Instead of hatred written over it, there was sadness and guilt.
"Why are you here?" I whispered, rubbing my hands up and down my arms.
"I'm here to see you before you get married. I don't expect you to allow me to walk you down the aisle. I also wanted to come here and apologize even though that cannot be sufficient to all I have done to you. Our last conversation haunted me after I realized you would never come back.
My little girl wasn't going to come see me again and that finally shook some sense into me. I was so angry all those years and I took it out on the person I should've cared for most," he spoke, looking down the whole time- ashamed.
"I didn't mean any of what I said, Tyler."
I was shocked, to say the least. I never ever thought I would hear my father utter those words.
All these years I thought all his thoughts of me were filled with hate.
"Tyler, what are you doing? You are walking down the aisle if you forgot!" one of my bridesmaids spoke, peering out the door, looking between us.
"I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay, well hurry!"
I turned back to face my father.
"Tyler, I know that I ruined your life and hurt you so much, but I hope you understand I wish I could take it all back. I have to live with the consequences that came and I fully deserve. I am stuck in that cell for a good amount of time more, but if you would visit me once in a while and we can catch up. I understand if your answer is no."
"I will have to think a lot about that. But I do appreciate you doing this. You will have to for the rest of your life make up for what you did, but I do want you apart of my life. I always have. You're my father," I truthfully answered.
"Thank you," he says, as his voice cracks again and a fresh set of tears fall down his face.
"I have to go get married, but perhaps I will see you soon."
"Congratulations, Tyler. He is a keeper, I could tell from the day he set foot in the cell. He cares about you."
I nodded and smiled, knowing that fact already in my heart.
We bid our goodbyes as the officers took him away. I walked back in to the room, composing myself.
Why did he have to that on my freaking wedding day?
"Are you okay?" my mother asked, rushing to my side.
"You know what? I am," I smiled, "Now let's get this wedding started!"
***
I walked down the aisle with my mother at my side, looking up to see Asher.
Our eyes met as I came into his view. He brought his hands up to his face, shaking his head and smiling as his eyes teared up.
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My heart swelled at the sight. I looked forward to the man whom I loved, my future.
After the long walk, we finally met.
He took my hands and shakes his head.
"You're so beautiful, and you're about to become mine forever. What did I deserve to get this? This is unreal," he whispered.
I felt the first few tears of many fall down my face.
