•~Political Paradise~• (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Chapter 19: Yours Forever

Y/N's POV

The next few months after Thomas proposed went by in a blur of planning and love. But then...

It was finally the big day.

I studied myself in the mirror, fussing about every little thing. I tugged on my dress. "Are you guys sure this dress is appropriate for a wedding? It looks like I got it out of a dumpster," I mumbled and bit my lip.

The Schuyler sisters, (aka my bridesmaids and maid of honor,) sighed. "You look fine, Y/N," Angelica said tiredly.

"Better than fine!" Peggy chimed in as she started doing my hair. "You look beautiful!"

I blushed and looked at myself again. "You know what, ladies? I think you're right!"

Eliza smiled. "And how you didn't know that from the beginning, I'll never know."

I chuckled slightly. Then it hit me.

I was getting married.

My chest and stomach tightened, and my head was swarming with things that could go wrong. "I can't do this, guys!" I blurted out. "It's too much of a big deal!"

Peggy giggled. "Exactly! That's what makes it so exciting!"

Angelica sighed and nudged Peggy, making her whine a bit. "Peggy, that's not what she needs to hear right now." I saw Angelica smile softly at me from the mirror. "Y/N. I know for a fact that Thomas is the one for you. You guys will make the best husband and wife ever, and you will be so happy together." She rested a hand on my shoulder.

I smiled. "Awww. Thanks, Angie. He is pretty great." I sighed, my eyes glossing over with a dazed look.

Eliza snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Focus! Rehearse your vows!"

I did, the fluttery feeling in my stomach increasing.

The Schuyler sisters clapped. "Bravo!" Peggy squealed.

She removed her hands from my hair as I thanked her. "I'm done!" she announced.

I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat and studied myself. I smiled slightly. "Not bad..," I mumbled.

I hoped that my wedding would...you know...not be a train wreck?

Thomas' POV

I straightened my tie to distract myself from the fact that I was gonna be getting married that day. I stared at myself in the mirror, heart fluttering.

"You ready for this, Thomas?" James asked. He was my best man, while Aaron and Lafayette were my groomsmen. (Lafayette came to visit for the wedding.)

I simply shook my head. "Nope. Not ready, James."

James chuckled and began fixing my hair so that it was less messy. "You'll do great, Thomas. I know for a fact that Y/N is the one for you." He removed his hands from my hair and I smiled slightly.

"You're right. She is the one! So why am I so nervous?" I smiled wider.

"Oh, mon ami! Don't forget your vows!" Lafayette interrupted, fiddling with the fabric of the couch he was sitting on. "I told you to write them down, so if you mess up, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Now I remember," I mumbled, sighing and glaring at Laf.

He shrugged, a guilty expression on his face.

Aaron chuckled a bit. He looked at me and smiled. "I agree with James. You'll do great."

I smiled. "Awww....thanks Aaron..."