Firsts and Lasts- Kliensen

First Day Married

Thank you for sticking with the fic! Last chapter, can you believe it? I love all my readers! This wouldn't have been written without you. 

And yeah i know they're kinda young to get married, give me a break. They're not that young. And besides, they've loved each other for ages.

-24 years old-

---Jared---

The wedding took months to plan, but now that it's here there's a tiny part of me that wants one more day.

I really mostly want to get married. Become Jared Hansen. But what if I mess it up? Plus, my mom's going to be there. With Dad. Dad doesn't... want to come, you could say. He probably voted for Trump. He wouldn't tell us.

Also... I've never seen Evan Hansen in a suit. I might faint.

Evan and I did consider walking down the aisle together. I joked about one of us walking down the aisle and the other wearing a dress. I volunteered to do the dress-wearing.

Oh my god, I'm so scared, I'm going to faint. Even my thoughts are flat.

Oh. Shit. This is his cue. He rounds that corner and comes down the aisle in five, four, three, two...

"Holy shit," I breathe. Then my eyes pop and I take a glance around. Mom gives me a smile, Heidi has her eyes locked on Evan.

Who is gorgeous. Literally the most insanely attractive person to ever exist in the past, present, or future. Literally something I could stare at for the rest of my life. Like, you don't understand the meaning of take my breath away until you've seen Evan Hansen in a crisp, dark blue tux with a white underneath and a baby blue bow tie. His hair is just a little jelled and he's walking towards me with this smile.

This is no ordinary smile. This is the smile that lights up the world so brightly, groundhogs come out in the middle of winter and the birds sing and the people in hell are content to just know that a smile that beautiful is going on above them.

This is the boy who flipped my world upside down with eye contact and made my heart explode when he held my hand and made me unable to stop smiling for an entire day just because I saw him at the bookstore.

And here he is, right in front of me, this man that I'm in love with. And I still don't stop smiling, all through the boring lines that this old man is saying.

Because he's right here.

Marrying me.

---Evan---

I hope no one noticed my fingers fiddling with each other like crazy when I walked down the aisle, or that they are now, standing here, but what's done is done and I'd never undo it because this is what I've dreamed of for as long as I understood the concept of loving someone, except I never dreamed it would actually happen- or that Jared would actually wear a suit- or that Jared would wear a red bow tie, but I really just love him more for it- and here we are, my expectations be damned, standing here, and the preacher is talking and talking and talking...

And I don't mind at all, because I get to stare at Jared- or, I mean, I do mind, because it's been a long day and boring and I wish we'd just get married already, it's just, Jared looks so enormously happy that it kind of expands and envelopes the whole world in this bubble of wonder and, I mean, I was wildly happy too but now it's amplified by thousands, like we multiply each other- which, I mean, is the point: we're better together than our separate parts and I'd truly never be really happy again without Jared.

Plus, he's beautiful. Like, really, really beautiful, not, like, superficially beautiful the way you see on instagram with filters and lighting, but true beauty that lights you up from the inside: his eyes shine and literally, like, sparkle, this beautiful swirl of colors I stare at everyday- blue and green with dashes of amber- all of it marble. In person, his eyes are an addictive thing, something you remember but never really can recall until you have it right there, again, and his smile could light a million candles- or my heart- on fire-

Goddamn it, why is the preacher taking so long? I really want to kiss him- like, really really; I've never wanted anything more in my life, which is actually a normal thing I have around Jared- I keep breaking my own records for wanting something because he surpasses himself everyday and I'm left wanting- but I won't, not after today because now I'll have it forever and ever and it's okay to want because I'll get it.

"Do you, Evan Hansen, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." I've never meant anything more in my life.

"Do you, Jared Kleinman, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Jared smiles-

And then he grins. God, I want him even more. I just broke my record for wanting, and here I am again.

"I do," he says.

I'm already leaning forwards- so is Jared- "You may kiss the groom."

And I do, and he does, and the cheers and the people and the rest of the world falls away, and it's only us.

XXX

That was their last wedding. Because they never got divorced and they never married again. And other than that, there really weren't any significant lasts. Because they had each other for forever.

Good lord, that was a journey. I don't think I've ever really tried to write an argument between two people who really don't want to argue, so that chapter was hard. Similarly, I've never written a proposal. Or a wedding. This fic has been chock full of my own firsts. I'm so glad you readers were there with me through it all. And thank you everyone who commented, you made my day.

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