Unexpected (A Chris Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Chapter 33: One Family, Two Weddings Part 1

One year later... 

"Are you both ready for me?" I asked, attentive and full of eager anticipation. After hours of separation, I was meeting both the gaze of Chris and Tina. 

"Whenever you are," my soon-to-be husband called out in response. The timing was perfect as he slowly spun around, I was advancing around the corner. Instinctively we started smiling and chuckling as if it were the most joyful of contagions that infected us. Chris began speaking to Christine who was making sputtering guttural noises with glee, "Doesn't your mummy make the most beautiful bride?" 

My sweet baby girl reached out to me, and I took her without a second thought. I planted a kiss on Chris's cheek, "You clean up nicely too."

I was referring to his hair being swept back, so that it looked kempt. He was well-groomed from his brows to his beard. Unless he was on set, and he was required to be clean shaven, I preferred with facial hair as he had a baby face. He wore a black tux with a bow tie and peach rose-baby breath boutonniere. He smirked, "I will not be upstaging you."

The dress I was wearing had an A-line silhouette and princess gown. It had straps decorated with sparkly appliques and connected by sparkly mesh to a sweetheart neckline. The pattern spilled over to the bodice and a few inches of the skirt. The skirt was the perfect amount of poufy-- enough to feel elegant like a princess without feeling like a ballerina on top of a cake. It had a train that for the time being was attached to a discretely placed button and loop. My veil was a foot longer with a similar sparkle and floral accent, pinned into place with my something borrowed, something blue pin pressed into the tightest braid and bun combination that was making my scalp already hurt.  I couldn't deny it was a beautiful dress for wedding in an old East Coast Gothic-style Episcopalian church.

 However, it was almost laughable that any of us were pretending to remotely religious. I attended church when I could and would teach Tina about my Christian spirituality when the time came. Chris was more agnostic and sometimes would attend church when he needed some spiritual nourishment. Then my parents who were financing this wedding seemed to forget they only attended church for Christmas and Easter and joined Episcopalian Church merely because it pretended to be Catholicism without guilt. It was this very context and that this was not the dress I imagined myself wearing when I pledged myself to be Chris's wife, I managed a less-than-enthusiastic pleasantry, "Thank you."

Chris reached out his hand and gave me twirl, "I always am amazed by how sexy backs are. Especially yours."

"Thank you for noticing," I smiled as my soon-to-be husband mentioned the part of the dress I actually liked, the perfectly framed V of the back. I didn't want to be a stripper on my wedding, but I hoped to accent some of my physically appealing features in a tasteful way. Despite my mother's reservations, this was the part of the dress I was able to put my foot down about. She may have been disgruntled but accepted my argument that Jesus surely wouldn't damn me to hell for showing off my back. A back was far more preferable to tits and ass in this circumstance. Not to mention for the wedding night, there was enough fabric between Chris and I, so it was clear there was room for the Holy Spirit. I said, looking down at my gown, "I love my other dress better."

"Either way, I know what Timberlake was talking about when he said you're bringing sexy back," Chris smiled, "Today's going to be a great first wedding day. Regardless of if it's not the one we wanted."

I sighed, crossing my fingers, "December can't come soon enough. Are you sure you don't just want to elope or not do this altogether?"

"No backsys since I agreed to join your family when we got engaged," Chris's expression was smug, "Plus, I want to rub in everyone's' face how cute and well-behaved our daughter is."