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Raven's POV

I stared at myself in the long mirror. Kylie and Ryan-Ashley stood by my side in their matching red dresses. Smiles danced on their lips.

My dress was beautiful. It was black and tight around my body, all the way down to my ankles. The same black colored lace fell off of my shoulders down to my arms, as well as from my waist down to my ankles. I had a black veil and red roses in my hands, as well as red heels.

My makeup had been done my Ghost. He had drawn on my black eyebrows. I had a red and black cut crease on my eyes and long fake lashes. My lips were painted red and I had black jewelry in my piercings.

Yesterday, I had gotten my hair redyed. It was black with red highlights and Kylie had curled it. I also had long black acrylic nails, except on my ring fingers; those were red too.

Abigail was now six months old. She was dressed in a cute outift. It was a dress with a black top and red skirt. She had little red shoes on. Chris's mom was watching her while I got ready. She was also gonna help her throw flowers down the aisle.

"You ready, beautiful?" Ryan-Ashley asks.

I nod. "Yes."

Seconds later, Reggie walks in. He was going to give me away since my dad couldn't. He looked very nice and cleaned up. He had shaved and was wearing a traditional tux.

"Come on, Mrs. Cerulli," he says.

I smile and link my arms with his. Kylie and Ryan-Ashley head out and walk down the aisle first. Ghost and Balz walked with them. Then, Nick and Jen walked out, since they were the best man and maid of honor.

Leigh Ann held Abigail and helped her toss flowers. The photographer, who was Vince Dwyer, snapped multiple pictures.

Finally, Reggie and I walked out. I had to hold back tears when I saw Chris.

He was wearing an all black tux with a red tie. He had black dress shoes on and a red rose tucked into his pocket. His makeup was done like it normally was, but he had taken much more time on it.

Here we go.

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Chris's POV

Raven was stunning. I could hardly believe my eyes.

This was my fiancee. The love of my life. My soulmate. The mother of my child. She was everything to me.

The priest began reading a verse. Raven and I weren't religious, but we wanted a traditional wedding and we liked the verse the priest had chosen.

"You may say your vows," he said.

Raven started, her red lips moving graciously. Her angelic voice was loud, yet she was directing it at me.

"Chris Cerulli - where do I begin? My lifelong friend and soulmate, I love you with all of my heart. Ever since we were six, you've given me everything I could ask for; friendship, love, loyalty, a daughter.

"I promise that I will always be there. I made the mistake of leaving once and it'll never happen again. I'll be there in sickness and in health, in anger and in peace, in life and in death.

"Chris Cerulli, I am eternally yours."

I smile and then start my vows.

"Raven Bell, we were always meant to be. We've struggled but we've always been lead back to one another. Ever since we were teenagers, I knew you were the one for me.

"I promise to support you through anything. Sickness, health, fights, restless nights, life, and death. We are forever bound by our vows, our daughter, and our hearts.

"Raven Bell, I am eternally yours."

My nephew carried the rings to us and I slipped Raven's onto her finger. The plain black band sat by her engagement ring. She took my matching black band and slipped it onto my ring finger as well.

"You may now kiss the bride."

I placed both my hands on the sides of Raven's face and placed my lips on top of hers. Everyone started cheering as we continued the kiss.

I was handed our daughter. I held up Raven's hand and shouted, "we're the fucking Cerulli's!"

Raven began laughing and kissed Abby on her forehead. We were finally husband and wife, tied together forever.

And that, folks, is the end of I'm Tired of Feeling Comatose! Hope you enjoyed, and please comment and vote!
- salem ♡

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