Grey Skies

Epilogue

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Epilogue

The girl's locker room is cluttered with wedding supplies, hangers with our dresses, and make-up and hair equipment. My mother nearly had a heart attack when I told her that I wanted to have my ceremony at the stadium. She insisted that she could reserve the nearby golf course and have an outside ceremony followed by a reception inside, but Davis and I had decided that the field was where we needed to make this promise to each other. It was where it all started after all. All the anger, the frustration, the tears, the kiss. This was the place where we met and fell in love. We owed it all to this field.

I am standing in front of one of the large locker room mirrors that are dirty and smeared. I knew the people doing my hair and make-up were struggling a little, but I told them that I didn't expect or need perfection. I had been waiting for this day for the past eight months so some misplaced curls or running mascara wouldn't ruin it for me. Hell, my dress could rip right now and I would still go out on that field and happily marry Davis in front of our friends and family.

Davis proposing to me may have been one of the sweetest moments of my life. I wasn't sure if this wedding would be able to top it. He had called me into his coaching office one day after I got off of work. I was tired, sweaty, and dirty and he pulled out a chair for me and played a video on his projector. It was a compilation of our games, focused on most of my plays and our interactions with each other. They started with my freshman year, showing how timid I was in the beginning until I grew comfortable, and then well, my senior year where all bets were off.

Davis made a mixture of sweet and sarcastic comments, saying things like I knew how great you were going to be right at that moment, or god, look how nice you used to be to me. My eyes watered at the footage after the quarter-finals game my senior year. The footage showed Davis screaming at me and me screaming back at him. Everyone around us looked completely terrified but we were lost in our own world, both hating each other a little bit in that moment. I fully cried at the footage of me scoring the goal and Davis' reaction during finals. I had never seen it before of course because I was playing and then tackled by all the girls, but he had run onto the field and dropped onto his knees. His hands went to his hair and then rubbed his face before he stood up and ran to Olly to give him a hug. The video ended with me running to him and jumping on him, and him holding me tightly. Maybe we had loved each other then but hadn't known it yet.

After the video, he turned my chair toward him and ran his palms over his dress pants several times. His normal sarcasm and playfulness were replaced with uncertainty. I stared at him for a long time, but then he took my hands in his and let out a big breath before saying, "This is only the beginning of our story, but I want so many more memories with you. I want a life with you, Iris. I want forever."

He reached in one of his drawers and pulled out a small velvet box and then crouched down in front of me. His hazel eyes were glossy and eager and full of so much love. "Will you be my wife?" he had asked. At that moment, any questions I had about us went away. I had been worried for so long that our relationship would end up like his and Meg's. I thought that Davis had this fear of commitment, but there he was asking to share his life with me.

I'm brought out of my thoughts by my mom who bumps into one of the lockers and drops all of the stuff in her arms. She had been a hot mess the entire morning. I advised my bridesmaids to just follow her around with a box of tissues because the mention of marriage or even my name was setting her off.