25 Days of Ambrollins

Day Twenty-Five - Christmas Wedding

Today was the day. Dean was all dressed in his tux, his hands repeatedly smoothing over the expensive black fabric. He wasn't sure why he felt butterflies in his stomach, he was nowhere near feeling nervous or having second thoughts, yet the knot in his stomach remained. He hadn't seen Seth all day, much to his disapproval, but his soon-to-be-husband had insisted that they follow superstitious tradition.

"It's bad luck!" Seth voice on the other end of the phone line protested. Dean suggested the two men slip away and have a little alone time, but Seth wasn't having it.

Dean had sighed and rolled his eyes "You don't really believe in that crap, do you?"

"I do believe in that, thanks very much. You of all people should know that," Seth replied. Dean didn't even need to see him to know he was smiling and shaking his head.

Dean had sighed, "Fine. I'll see you up there, then." Dean felt his heart grip at the thought, "I love you so much."

"I love you too. See you at the altar, handsome.

Dean sighed, what he wouldn't give for Seth's soothing touch right now. Just his hand grasped in his was all it would take to calm Dean down. What if something went wrong? What if someone objected? What is the world ended as Seth made his way down the aisle?

"Nervous?" Dean heard a voice at the door. He looked up at the mirror and spotted Roman in the reflection. He looked dapper in his dark red velvet tuxedo jacket, Roman admired.

"That obvious?" Dean asked as he turned to face his best man.

Roman chuckled, "It's normal. Hell, I was nervous on my wedding day too."

"Everything that could possibly go wrong is the first thought on my mind. I've never even had most of these concerns before, so why now?" Dean complained. He plopped down on the chair nearby, Roman following him and sitting down in the chair directly across.

"All of that will fade to the back when you see him, trust me," Roman said softly and reassuringly.

Dean sighed, "What if- What if Seth realizes he deserves -"

"If you say better I will beat your ass right here, right now. You know damn well that boy loves you above anything in this world, even above wrestling. You know you're just thinking that cause you're catastrophizing everything in your mind," Roman said.

Dean sighed heavily, "I know, you're right. I'm being stupid."

"Now, come on. We got a wedding to attend," Roman said with a smile. He stood up and offered his hand to Dean, "You two are made for each other. I knew it from day one that we'd be here someday. If I didn't already believe in soulmates, you two would make me a believer." Roman pulled Dean in for a hug, "And I'm so glad to be a part of it."

"Well if you knew we'd be here someday, then you know there's no way you wouldn't be a part of it. We knew immediately that we wanted you to be the one to marry us, we were ecstatic when you said yes," Dean said as he and Roman made their way towards the door of the dressing room Dean had been squatting in for the past few hours.

"I'd be crazy if I said no, I was honored you guys asked," Roman replied. They made their way towards the chapel and suddenly Dean's knot tightened tenfold. Roman must have noticed Dean's mood shift, "Relax, Ambrose. No need to be nervous." He clapped his hand on Dean's shoulder, "Let's get this show on the road."

Dean took a deep breath and nodded, "Let's do this." He opened the chapel door and smiled at the sound of his wrestling entrance music playing throughout the chapel. The people in the seats chuckled at the choice of music as Dean made his way towards the altar. He smiled at those that caught his eye. On his left and his right, the sections reserved for their wrestling friends were filled with almost the entire WWE roster.