May 3rd, 2020.
Marriage is a whole new ball game. Despite the two of you living together for about five years prior, it seems some things have changed, for the better.
You no longer fear him leaving, and he no longer buried his feelings. The two of you got married in the middle of fall. September 7th, 2019 to be exact. Your white dress contrasting against the beautiful colors. Lyvelle was your flower girl, tossing a few petals here and there before dumping the whole basket upside down in the center of the aisle, earning laughter from the small gathering.
Bell was your maid of honor, and Mark was Jack's best man. Your mother, and Maw were your other bridesmaids, both a mess of tears long before they even set eyes on you. Everyone standing by the alter beamed at you when you linked arms with your father, who shed a few tears of his own as he walked you up the aisle.
Your father handed you over to your soon to be husband, and gently took hold of Jacks' shoulder in a congraulatory shake, before taking his seat. Bell squeaked excitedly behind you. You were nervous, having the most handsome man in the world stand in front of you, smiling like you held the sky in the palms of your hands. A small pst behind Jack earned your attention, and a teary eyed Mark nodded at you reassuringly. With that, your confidence lifted.
Both you and Jack released tiny chuckles as the priest talked, unable to pull yourselves from your little euphoria between you. You both said your vows, and when it came time for the kiss, Jack wrapped you up into his arms and kissed you eagerly. It felt so new, yet so familiar. My husband, you thought to yourself, I'm Kissing my husband.
The whole church cheered, whistles, hoots, and claps. Mark patted Jacks shoulders and Bell squealed, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.
You smile at the memory, turning to the man sitting beside you on the couch. Your eyes fall across his features, admiring every inch of your husband untill he turns your way, a smile growing across his face.
"What?" He giggles, his hand squeezing the thigh he's been rubbing for the past hour. His habit of touching you never died, and you never want it to.
"I love you Seán McLoughlin."
His smile grows, tugging you closer and leaning in, pressing his whole body to you untill you lay flat onto the couch under him, effectivly pinning you. You smile up at him, your hands running up his chest and around his shoulders as he leans in closer. His lips graze against yours ever so softly.
"And I love you, Mrs. McLoughlin."
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Crashing. (A JSE×reader fanfic)
Fanfic(This is part two to "A Leap Of Faith.") It seems that you and Jack have hit a rough patch. What with all the arguing and spitting venom at one another, it seems as if things will never be as they were. Will you and Jack mend everything, leading to...
