Christopher Velez Imagines

12. Vows

Chris's POV: 

Fixing my tux more than several times to make sure it was perfect, adrenaline pumped through my veins, the stupid smile playing on my lips unfading. I continue to recite my vows, repeatedly, until it was like a second language to me. My heart sank every time the church doors opened, and it wasn't her, instead just another guest ready to watch the both of us become one. Although I had already seen her in her dress, I was worried I might stumble upon my vows after seeing her once more. 

 I glanced over at my best man, Erick, lip sunk between my teeth, hands shaking from anticipation as y/n's niece walked down the aisle, dressed in a fairy blue dress, basket of petals grasped in her tiny hand.

My choppy breaths caught in my throat when I saw the white dress appear, worn by my beautiful bride. My lustful gaze scanned her slowly approaching body, stopping at her nervous orbs of y/e/c. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, far too mesmerized by the girl in front of me. 

 "Hello handsome," she whispered cheekily, fingers letting go of the silky fabric of the dress, allowing it to fall to the ground and pool by her feet. She took her trembling hands in mine in an attempt at getting them to stop shaking, so I gave them a reassuring squeeze, rubbing circles in her palm to help ease her.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God, and in the face of his company, to join this young man and young woman in holy matrimony," the priest began. We both chuckled to ourselves, knowing the two of us were barely paying any attention to the man's words, instead staring into each other's eyes. 

 "Ready?" I smiled, flashing her my signature beam, shaking my shoulders a bit before dropping her sweaty hands and gripping onto the long sheet paper I was just handed.

"Never been more ready," she mumbled back, folding her palms together, listening to the deep breaths of the now silent church. 

"So, one of my favorite movies is about how this woman fell in love by just seeing this man and his smile. She'd go out the park near her home in hopes of seeing each day. She'd sit on the bench beside him, and just lay there in silence, admiring the way his eyes crinkled up as he smiled at something funny on the old newspaper he was reading, or the way he'd shut his eyes and simply listen for the chirps of the birds around him. Long story short, one day, he was shoved onto the tracks of the train station at the small park, and well, she saved him. She saved a stranger." I stopped suddenly, taking in another gasp of air, making a sort of gesture with my hands. She stared at me with humor in her eyes, confused at where I was taking this. I guess I wasn't quite so sure either. 

 "Anyways, "I laughed, continuing with my speech. "when I first met y/n, it kind of reminded me of that movie. I met her at this big park downtown, I'd been playing ball with my friend and I hit her in the head, with the rubber sphere. That could have put her in a coma. But it didn't, and instead of me making her fall to the ground, I made her fall for me instead."

"I became dedicated to you faster than I thought was humanly possible- no- not dedicated. I was falling into a deep and painful love. Just thinking about you every night made my heart swell, I swear I could've imploded and died right there in that bed. I cried for nights, but more out of endearment than sadness." I breathed, trying so hard to hold my tears back, but letting them go as soon as I felt the first drop on my cheek. 

"I was so, so scared. I was losing myself to you in the only possible way I could think of. To this day, I can't help but go back and think of what it was like before you. And let's just say it was pure hell. There were women before you, but I could never love them the way that you've loved me." 

 At this point, I was crying in a sense that I could barely speak any words. And it wasn't out of sadness, no, it was out of the complete opposite-gaiety. I could tell she wanted so bad to embrace me and stop my tears despite their meaning, but I gently held my hand out to stop her, everyone else in the room staring at us in silence.

"You gave up your life for me, your privacy for me, your everything for me. You changed your entire lifestyle and built one around our relationship. You built me a world full of more than seven wonders, and god-" I choked, "Y/N, you gave me back what I had lost before, every single thing, and words cannot explain how blessed I am, how thankful of you I am of you, babygirl." 

"I let y/n see me before the wedding," more laughter, "She looked at me as if I were the only man, she had ever laid eyes on. You don't get that look from a lot of people, let alone expect to get it even once. Said she didn't have words to explain how incredible I looked. I had to put on powder to cover the red splotches on my cheeks that the tears left afterwards. 

 I cleared my throat, trying to stop the endless flow of tears escaping my brown eyes, but nothing worked.

"It took us six years to realize that this," I murmured, motioning between the two of our bodies, "is a perfect match. You, you are like, the everything to my anything. I'm praying that I don't mess this up, not that I think I will, but you know me," I snicker, watching as she giggled knowingly. 

 "Saying 'I love you' doesn't do this much justice, but damn, do I love you so, I've come to love you more than anything in this whole world, y/n, and no matter how many times you tell me you love me more, it will never be true, because it is simply impossible."

I shook my head lightly, not knowing what to say, and I went ahead and kissed her. I didn't care if it wasn't time, I didn't care that our vows weren't complete, and it seemed like nobody else minded much either. She rested her forehead against mine and whispered, "My vows are trash compared to that."

"Nothing coming out of those pretty pink lips could be, darling."  

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wc; 1131

:) This was really cute. I can't wait to get married lol.