My Life as Mrs. Crosby

Getting Married.

So I forgot I didn't post this.. Sorry 'bout that.

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Sometimes, I wondered why I had agreed to marry Sid. There was never an ideal time for a hockey player to get married. It was either during the season, or he'd be thinking about it during playoffs. He said it would be fine, but I was still worried when he decided we'd have it in the summer, the year after we got engaged. Sid told me he could handle it, we would just have it all planned before playoffs so he could concentrate on just hockey.

We had a timeline that ended the day before the last regular season game so we took our time planning the small details. Picking out the colors, choosing the flowers, deciding on the wedding party. The easy stuff. We had over a year the figure everything out, so we weren't stressing.

Playoffs didn't exactly go the way we wanted them to this year. The boys didn't seem to stand a chance against the Bruins, not winning a game in the series. Sidney took it pretty rough. The whole team did. It was a rough few days after the season ended. It worried me that he wouldn't be himself after this loss, and I wouldn't have the Sidney I've been with for so long when we got married in less than three weeks.

It was a week before the wedding when he went out with some friends for dinner. I was pouring some milk in my cereal when the all too familiar back pains. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." I grabbed a spoon and went to the living room to watch a movie. It was nice being able to relax, not having to worry about the wedding or stress over hockey.

I put my bowl in the sink and walked back to finish my movie. Apparently mother nature wanted to piss me off because next thing I knew, I was on the floor in a ball. I'm not sure if I was crying from the pain or if it was because I'd have my period on my wedding day.

"Babe, I'm home." Sid called out as he walked in the door. He had started to the bedroom before he heard my cries. "What's going on?" My fiancé sat down on the floor beside me and pulled me onto his lap.

"It hurts so much and now our wedding night is ruined," I said between sobs, "I'm so sorry."

"What?" He looked confused at what I had just choked out.

"I'm starting my period soon and it'll probably last through our wedding. I just know that you've waited so long.." He cut me off before I could ramble any longer.

"I've waited this long, I can wait another week. I don't mind it at all. You're worth the wait. Come on, let's get you something for the pain and we'll go to watch a movie in bed." He picked me up off the floor and carried me to the bed. I wanted to stay with him under the covers and never leave.

But I had to get married in a few days.

Being hormonal and getting married isn't a good combination. I started feeling like I wasn't good enough to be Mrs. Sidney Crosby. That I was just lucky to be with him. My brother tried settling me down before I put my makeup on, but he wasn't very successful.

They closed the door to the room and had Sidney sit outside and talk to me. He was the only person that would be able to help. I had to finish my makeup and put on the dress soon, but I just wanted to listen to him sing through the door.

Pictures were a hassle. I've never liked them. In fact, Sid liked them more than me but I'm sure you have to when there's constantly cameras around you. It was almost time to walk down the aisle and all the nerves hit me at once. I was shaking up until the minute I saw Sidney standing up there.

Every girl walks down the aisle, hoping for a dramatic reaction from their groom. The look I got from Sid made my eyes start to tear up. I always thought our first kiss as a married couple would be short and sweet. He always liked to get to the point with whatever he did. That wasn't the case this time. He took his time with this, tracing my bottom lip with his tongue soon licking at the insides of my mouth.

"Sid," I moaned into his mouth. He finally pulled away and smiled. He started down the aisle with me beside him, almost running.

"You're finally Mrs. Crosby," he smiled, rubbing his thumb on my cheek bone once we got outside the church. He was so happy, I never wanted to let this moment go.