Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

One Hundred Forty Nine

Okay. Breathe. Rachel, breathe. Just...in, out...in, out...in-

"Ready?" I hear to my side and I nearly jump , but exhale slowly and nod.

My hands are holding onto my bouquet so hard my nails are digging into the stems and drawing out the chloroplast, but I'm not nervous in a bad way... No, especially not after talking with Robert through the door earlier.

I'm nervous now because I'm worried he might not like the dress or the hair, or...really anything. What if I picked the wrong one? Maybe he would've liked the silk one more, but....

"Rachel?"

Dave's voice almost makes me jump, but I force a smile and turn his direction so he can flip the veil down over my eyes.

"He's a good one, Rach...don't worry, this is a good choice," Devin whispers ahead of me, looking back with a smile just before she's due to walk down the aisle first.

I don't know how the hell it's already my wedding day, but here we are.  I haven't seen Robert.  Haven't seen Jimmy.  Haven't seen my family since they flew in yesterday; they are all staying at the house on a mini vacation, and will be watching Aero for me until we return from the honeymoon.  

Next thing I know, though, my heart's beating louder than the music playing, Dave's holding out his arm for me to take with one of my hands, and then I'm focused on my steps, light and gentle in my heels as we make our way down it ourselves. It's bright, the sun shining, and I'm glad...it allows me to see through the fabric over my face, and Lord...is it making my heart ache.

With everyone standing, this seems oddly familiar to a walk to accept an award...but slower.  I have a small acceptance speech...just not to an audience, but to my life band mate.  I just have to remember the words like I've done on stage, and I'll be fine.

As I focus, I look up from the aisle covered in flowers from my little cousin earlier.  Robert's got his hands clasped in front of him, and he's fidgeting on his heels. But the second he turns to see me, his head tilts and he inhales sharply, his lips parting slightly in awe. It relieves me of my nerves, but only for a moment, because then I'm even more self conscious over not wanting to cry and fuck up my make up.

God, is he gorgeous. He's handsome as hell, that tux fitting him in all the right places. He's got a scarf around his neck, and he's swallowing hard, eyeing traveling up and down me as we near the front of the space. His hair's fluffed nicely, he's clean shaven, and his lips are tugged up at the corners. It's all I can focus on to swallow down the sting of tears in my throat. He's perfect, and this is about to become a reality.

Thankfully, I make it down the aisle to him without focusing on anyone else staring at me, and without falling on my face, and then Dave's giving me a kiss on the cheek and letting go to sit in his seat, giving me away to Robert in place of my father.  I would have invited him, but...after the pregnancy shock, he's been one of the last things on my mind.

Fuck, the...can they tell?  Is anyone staring?  No one's checking, right?  My flowers are in the way, yeah.  It's...fine...

"Thank you," I finally whisper before Dave goes.

It's funny, watching his instrument scarred fingers fumble with the light tool of the veil, but eventually he lifts it, delicate and carefully, and then I take Robert's hand to step up in front of the officiant.  His eyes are so soft I swear they're a different color.

"Hi..." I whisper awkwardly, clutching onto my flowers as I bit my lower lip, and he sighs happily.

"Look at you..." he whispers, eyes dancing across my face as he licks his lips, and I blush...hard. "I'm speechless..."