The Architect. [The Blacklist. Donald Ressler X Oc]

Wedding Bells.

Ressler

"You can't" Ethan called my attention next to me, I led my eyes to him as I held my hands in front of me "you can't be this calm"

I gave him a little dismissing smile and shook my head a little.

"I am. I've been waiting a lot for this, and Mags has worked really hard for this day to come so..." I made a motion with my hand "I just want her to get here and marry her, that's all"

"I'm just saying, I love my wife and all but I puked my guts out when I was suiting up to get married" he said looking behind me towards the aisle

"He's an agent" Madison intervened from my other side, standing in line with the other bridesmaids "he's got nerves of steel"

Truth was, I was maybe over caffeinated. My only source of food had been just coffee for dinner last night, breakfast, lunch, and just before the reception started I'd drank another cup.

Anything else, anything solid, I couldn't get pass. My throat had been closed ever since our flight back from Vegas, when it really hit me that when I stepped out of the plane, those would be the last 24 hours of me being single.

The last 24 hours were maybe the loneliest I'd ever been. I had been around people, sure, but it made me realize how much I had missed my girl, we hadn't even been allowed to text to eachother, and I needed that overtly enthusiastic good morning text, the 'how was your flight', the 'have you eaten anything'.

God, I just wanted to see her. To see this woman, and marry her, and have an excuse to be so obsessed with anything about her.

Madison was right, I faced situations more difficult than this every single day, and I wasn't nervous about getting married because this was the only thing I'd been so confident about. I wanted to do this.

When I heard the music start to play, I honestly didn't know what to feel, and as soon as I turned around to face the alley, I couldn't pick a particular emotion.

Mags had once again outdone herself. Everything about her was right out of a dream. The dress she was wearing was beautiful, hugged her chest perfectly, the layers of tulle hung from her waist down delicately, but the tail followed graciously behind her.

Her make up was so delicate and bold at the same time, those lips I had missed over these last few days were decorated with a dark violet tone, kind of maroon.

They curved into the biggest smile I had seen her while she walked towards me, being accompanied by her Uncle Patrick, who was her dad's brother and the closest one to being her dad.

Once she was standing in the step below were I was, I pulled my hand out to shake his, then got ahold of Mag's soft hand. I watched her step for her since she has heels and her dress had to be lifted up. When she moved her eyes over me I smiled at the way she looked surprised, placing a hand over my chest.

She gave me a look and muttered that I looked so good, and honestly I couldn't resist pulling her in for a kiss, holding her by the waist to my chest. Luckily, she turned to give me her cheek, and I still gladly kissed it.

She stood next to me, our hands still holding, and as we looked ahead to the priest who was going to marry us, her fingers slowly tangled with mine, and her thumb went up and down on my hand.