I'm a firm believer in surrounding yourself with things you love. So I surrounded myself with prettymuch and this is what happened.
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Started Writing: Dec 17, 2019 at like 5 am
Finished Writing: Dec 30, 2019 at like 1:30 am
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A/N: I saw this gif and thought he was crying at first so then I was like, "Hey, could be cute for an imagine!"
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A/N: a lil info, your father died when you were very young. Your sister's name is Meghan (sorry if that's your name lol)
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Today was the day. The day Nicholas Carter Mara became yours forever.
You had dreamed about this day ever since you were five years old and was the flower girl in your aunt's wedding. You had had a dream wedding board on Pinterest since 2014. You had even wanted to become a wedding planner when you finished college.
"Knock, knock," your mom walked in as you were getting your makeup done.
"Hi, Mom," you smiled as she sat down beside you.
"I'm so proud of you," she brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.
"I'm so proud of you. I'm so proud of you for raising me and Meghan all on your own."
"It wasn't easy, trust me. I'd better go get ready. Love you," she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking into the other room.
A little while later and everyone was done with their makeup and everyone was in their dresses except for you.
"It's time!" your older sister, Meghan, squealed.
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"Do you think he'll like it?" you panicked about your dress.
"If he doesn't, his eyes don't work," your sister sassed.
"It's time, Mrs. Mara," your mom came to get you.
You soon arrived at the church you were having the wedding at, all of your bridesmaids and the groomsmen in the correct order, then your sister (who was the maid of honor) who was being escorted by both of Nick's brothers (because he couldn't choose just one best man), then the ring bearer (who was your best friend's four year old son) and the flower girl (who was your sister's three year old daughter).
"You ready?" your grandfather asked, taking your arm in his. He always said that since his son wasn't there to escort you, he would be.
"Yeah, Puppa," you kissed his cheek. His nickname was Puppa because when you were little, you always pronounced Papa wrong so it always came out as Puppa and it always stuck with you.
"All rise," the priest spoke as you stood in the doorway.
You could see Nick, all the way at the end of the sanctuary, tears filling his eyes as he saw you.
As you made it to the end of the aisle, you gave your grandfather a kiss on the cheek, then placed your hands in Nick's.
The priest read through some Bible verses, then spoke, "Do you, Y/N, take Nicholas Carter Mara, as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?"
"I do," you smiled at Nick as you began cry once again.
"And do you, Nicholas Carter Mara-"
"You ain't even gotta go through that again, I can already tell you I do," Nick grinned from ear to ear, gaining a laugh from the crowd.
"Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. Nicholas, you may kiss your bride," the priest finished.
Nick took you, dipped you like you were tango dancing, and gave you the biggest, most passionate kiss he had ever given you.
