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#65 Weddings

#65 Weddings

Ashton:
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," you exhaled, smoothing out the fabric of your white dress as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"I can't, either," your maid of honour jokes behind you, and you turn to give her a look.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Ashton's great. He'll take care of you. In more ways than one," she winked suggestively and you blushed.

"Honestly, I thought you two were a great couple but I never thought you'd marry him."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means good wishes and blessings on your marriage to Ashton that literally no one saw coming."

"Wow you are just really making me feel better about this whole committed-for-life thing."

"Anytime," she walked up to you and gave you a reassuring hug.

"I'm just messing around. You and Ashton are so perfect for each other, it's crazy. I'm jealous," she winked.

"Ladies?" you dad peeked his head in through the door and smiled at you, standing in your wedding gown. Your maid of honour smiled, leaving the room so you could have a moment with him.

"You look like an angel, love."

"Thanks, dad," you smiled.

"You're ready, yeah?" he asked.

"As much as I hate it, it's almost time."

"Dad, you love Ash."

"Meh," he shrugged.

"Don't like that's he's stealing my daughter. But if he's good enough for you, he's good enough for me," he extended his elbow.

"Milady."

"Thanks Dad," you smiled.

"For your approval and everything. It means a lot, really," your dad just smiled as you two waited. Your maid of honour waved as she left, linked arms with your groom's best man, and you exhaled a heavy sigh. Butterflies started flying up into your stomach, and you felt your hands starting to sweat. Shit.

"Ready?" your dad asked one last time. You nodded, almost tripping in your dress. You kept your gaze focused on Ashton at the end of the aisle as you turned the corner, feeling your face heat up under your veil.

You could barely hear Canon in D playing in the background over the sound of your racing heart, making you wonder if everyone else around you could hear it as well.

You were getting married. Spending the rest of your life with him, the love of your life.

"You're beautiful," he muttered to you as you took your place in front of him under the arch.

"You can't see my face," you retorted. His hands reached up and pulled your veil back, and he smiled at you brightly.

"That's better," he said.

"You still look beautiful, my love."

The ceremony continued on, with the priest giving his spiel that the two of you were only half-listening to, up until the part where he started asking the question.

"Ashton, do you take this woman to be your lawfully, wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honour her, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep only unto her, so long as you both shall live?"