Twenty Eight

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We made it through to the beginning of the wedding with nothing going wrong. I grabbed his hands tightly. We smiled at each other. 

"Vows?" The priest asked. [AN: I love writing vows in all my stories omggg] I looked up at Pete.

"Go ahead" he said to me.  I blushed gently. 

"Pete" I said "I love you, so much.  I won't ever let you fall.  You're my love, my heart, and my muse.  It's been a crazy year.  But, you didn't ever let me fall.  Now, it's my turn.  I promise I will always cherish and love you.  I'm an artist, I create beautiful masterpieces.  But, the most beautiful masterpiece I've ever created, is the love I share with you.  I'll always stay by your side" I slid his ring onto his finger.  He smiled at me like he was about to cry. 

"Patrick" he whispered "When I first started teaching I told myself I'd always be someone a student could turn to for help.  And one did.  But, I didn't know, I'd fall in love with him.  You're worth every risk.  Every broken rule.  I don't ever wanna lose you.  I promise you, I'll protect you until the end.  I'll do anything to make you feel safe and okay.  I promise you, this life will be the best life you'll ever have.  Because, I love you" he slid my ring onto my finger.  He pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. 

"I now pronounce-"

"Wait!" someone screamed.  His mom walked inside the chapel.  "Pete Wentz cannot get married!"

"And why the fuck not!?" He yelled.

"Because, he's already married" she smirked.  What?

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