Love's Not A Competion

Love's Not A Competition But I'm Mrs Wilson

A.N. This is the final chapter! It's fluff with a pinch of drama and smut. I've loved writing it but it had to end sometime. Thank you for all the love! The photo is of the kind of dress I was imagining for Juliette. Just imagine ginger hair instead!
Stay awesome my lovelies! Charlie x
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Two months later it was our wedding day. I let out a sigh of relief when I looked out of the hotel window to see blue skies and sunshine. Most brides didn't sleep well the night before their wedding because they were nervous. I'd gone off to sleep pretty well with Georgianna asleep in a cot next to the bed. She woke me up a few times for nappy change, feeding or just to cuddle. We dozed off together in my bed with her snuggled into my neck as I lay on my back.

"I love you baby." I told her half asleep. "Next time we see Daddy it'll be when I have the same last name as you."

I knew she was asleep and wasn't listening but I liked talking to her as we had sleepy cuddles.

I wasn't nervous about the wedding. Everything that could be planned and controlled was down to military precision. There were a few things that might not go to plan but there was nothing I could do about it.

One of the things I dreaded was my dad getting drunk and making a fool of himself. His sister also had a penchant for getting drunk and doing something embarrassing like taking her clothes off. My way of minimising this risk was to have a limited amount of alcohol.

I was also not looking forward to the "Why haven't you got any bridesmaids?" question. I didn't want my much more attractive friends to walk down the isle in front of me. Ricky had respected this and that had been the only opinion that mattered until I told people that it was what I wanted to do.

First there was the friends who clearly expected me to ask them. They all told me they wished I was going with tradition. I was glad my sister in law understood that I wasn't going to do it just because everyone said I should. She'd said she was relieved not to be a bridesmaid and wearing an overpriced dress anyway.

Then a few family members has told me they were disappointed that I didn't want bridesmaids. Even my dad had sighed and expressed a disapproval.

I got ready with a little help from Mum, just to do stuff like zipping up my dress and pinning a few little accessories into my hair. After much fussing about her outfit mum had eventually listened to me and got a trouser suit. She found a sparkly top in the same shade of purple that we chosen for little details like Ricky's tie, a ribbon and inset on my dress and flowers in my bouquet.

Over the last few weeks I'd been making my bouquet that I was pretty proud of. I'd made lots of roses and lily shaped flowers out of fabric, card and lightweight clay attached to gardening wire, all bound together in light tissue paper and silky ribbon. Just to add my own type of quirkiness I also put a few make up brushes in the bouquet. Well, it was my job and the only thing I loved as much as my family.

Dad had hired a Ford Anglia to take us to the stately home where the ceremony and reception would be. It was a complete surprise to me and I was impressed he'd remembered my favourite car until he let slip that mum had told him to get "a Harry Potter car" for the day. I loved vintage cars and especially ones that were in my favourite books!

Mum went ahead in her car with Georgianna strapped into a baby seat. Ricky had been looking after Hector during the night and would leave his mum in charge of him for most of the day.

At the door of the big room Dad paused with me before we went in.

"I thought about saying something profound but you've always been better with words than me. All I'll say is that I love you and you make me so proud." he said with a little wobble in his voice.