Take Off (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty Six: Marriage

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I am breathless; speechless. And yet, I have absolutely no hesitation. I watch him for only moment, wihtout speaking, and I can see he searches my eyes hesitantly, looking slightly worried. And then i throw myself around his neck, crying happlily. I kiss him all over his stupid perfect face, and he laughs and hugs me. This time, it is like the movies. The people that have paused in eating their meals clap, one man near us whistling. 

I pull away after a while, wiping my eyes. Tom smiles and slips the elegant ring onto my finger. He looks up at me and kisses my hand. Then, Tom Hiddleston does the most Tom Hiddleston thing to ever be done; he says, "I'm sorry I made you cry," 

And I just kiss him again and again.

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I am awoken the next morning by gentle fingertips on my neck. I open my eyes slowly to find Tom smiling sleepily at me. I remember the beautiful memories of last night. No, not that. Tom and I had stayed in each others arms, kissing all over, loving each other.

As he tends to do, he pulls me from my thoughts.

"You'll be the most beautiful bride." He whispers. and i blush, moving closer to him, mostly to hide the pink in his bare chest, which is so, so warm. 

I feel him place a soft kiss on my head, and his arms encircle me.

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I take a breath and turn around, looking at my reflection. It's me... and yet, it's not. I look like a snow goddess, bathed in all this white. I love it. 

It is my wedding day. My mother and Sky finish prepping and fixing me up, while I simply watch. I had called my mother and told her everthing, but it was my dad I was worried about. I mean, at the time, I was engaged to a man neither of my parents had ever met. But, after tom had spoke with him on the phone and agreed we would all meet up before the wedding, (courtesy of Tom), my father had given his blessing surrisingly quick. He and Tom got along quite well, which I am grateful for.

"We should head that way." Sky says. "It starts in a few." She looks lovely too, in her plum bridesmaid dress. Maid of Honor, to be exact. I nod and take a deep, deep breath, and we exit the small room I had chosen to get ready. I am led to the doors I will be going through in roughly five or six minutes. In roughly five or six minutes I will be a bride. A wife.

Tom and I chose a gorgeous, old, Catholic church for the ceremony, and maybe that's really cliche, but then again, our entire relationship is cliche, so I find it fitting. And plus, the church is beautiful anyway. 

I am joined by my father, who links arms with me and kisses my cheek quickly beofre gently lifting my veil over my face.

"I love you, honey. I love Tom. You did good. I'm proud of you." 

I smile and look at him. 

"Daddy, are you crying?" I giggle and give him a hug. 

"i'm fine, girly. You just go ahead and get married. and remember, left, slide, right, slide." 

I beam and pull away, smoothing myself out.

"Course. Thanks, Dad."

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The doors open. I remember how to step. I only look at Tom. My train pulls behind me. Tom beams. I blush and smile faintly. And I am at the alter. Honestly, I hardly even focus on our vows, saying 'I do', whenever I have to. Tom slips another ring on my finger, and I return the favor. 

Before I know it, we are kissing, and I am smiling against his lips which are smiling and I pull away only to peck him once more.

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We cut the cake. I danced with my father, then Tom. I greeted all the guest, talked with them. Met some of Toms guests. Conversed happily with his mother, who I love. 

And now, as if this day is just an elated dream, we are exiting, to a limo that will take us to the airport, to catch our plane to the ultimate honeymoon destination, Maui. 

As we trot out, hand in hand,the guest laugh and toss rose petals in front of us, and the children present blow bubbles all around us. 

We are in the car, and I am married.

"Tom?" He looks at me. 

"I love you with all of my heart." 

He beams.

"No, scratch that, I don't love you." 

Now he looks confused. "Wh-?"

I push my lips to his. 

"I don't love you, I am so in love with you I can't even think sometimes, but that's okay because the only thing I ever think about is you anyway, and that's okay too, because you're all I need."

"Ditto." 

We grin, and kiss all the way to the stupid airport that I hate.