Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Chapter 51

I want you all to know this is the last chapter before the epilogue

Oh fuck I'm crying

And I'm also listening to JT and Drake

although I'm supposed to be doing homework

I'm crying u don't understand this is the last chapter before the end of the story

Guys I'm like

I can't even Omg you don't understand fuck fuck fuck

But anyway don't delete the story from your library bc IF I do a sequel I will update this story with information on it

Anyway ilyasm and thanks for being loyal ((I'll do a whole authors note with special thanks and stuff but yeah))

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Song suggestions:
•Heart Like Yours by wilamette stone (👍👍👍)
•never gonna be alone by nickelback
•you and me by Lifehouse (👍👍👍)
•wanted by hunter Hayes
•little things by one direction (👍👍)
•you and I by one direction (👍)
•last night on earth by green day

Oh and I'll be updating the first part of my new Colin kaepernick story !!! It's called Once Upon a December and if you know the song you'll know what it's about

Anyway ilyasfm and enjoy !!

Also: bruins beat the stars 😏😏😏
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Dax's POV
My breathing was heavy. Literally like, ten minutes until I would marry the person I loved most in the world.

Katie and Stef came into the room.

"You ready, Dax?" Katie asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded.

"It's finally here. By the way, I told you that color would look darling on the both of you," I said, smiling. Stef smiled.

"You look beautiful," she told me. I looked in the mirror. My dark hair was up in an elegant bun and my make-up looked perfect.

"You do too," I told them. "I'm proud to have you guys as my best friends."

"Your dad is here, ready. We're just waiting on you. You ready?" Stef asked me. I nodded and she texted everyone that needed to be texted. I walked to where Dad was waiting.

"Hi," I said, smiling.

"You look beautiful. You're lucky I love Milan, because I've hated some of the your boyfriends before," he told me teasingly.

"Well I love him too. I wouldn't be marrying him if I didn't," I smiled.

"You ready, baby girl?" he asked, laughing. The song started. Patrice and Stef went down the aisle. Then it was Nikola and Katie's turn. Finally Jovan and Angela walked down the aisle. Then. Then it was our turn. My heart was racing. We started walking. The veil was over my face, so no one could see me silently--but happily--crying. I smiled. This was the day. The day. The day I had dreamed about as a teenager, cutting out pictures of wedding dresses in magazines. Finding hairstyles, cakes, flowers. Everything. This was the moment I planned for. I never in a million years expected it would be here so quickly. It seemed like just yesterday I was a little girl, daydreaming about my prince.....

I walked to the altar slowly, savoring every moment. This was going to be my one and only time. My father was right by my side. Dad lifted my veil and I saw Milan, looking especially handsome. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt, along with a black bow tie. Gosh. He looked perfect. My father kissed both my cheeks and handed me to Milan, winking reassuringly. Fr. Quinn looked at us.

"Now you may recite your vows."

Milan went first.

"The first time we met, I had just gotten in a fight. It was my first NHL game. I remember going to the locker room, you wiping up blood, stitching up the side of my nose, and grinning. You rolled your eyes and made some wisecrack about seeing me a lot if I continued fighting." Milan stopped and smiled, looking at the ground. "Unbeknownst to you, that was exactly what I wanted." A chorus of laughter broke out. "Then someone bumped into you, and into my lap you fell. I had already fallen at this point, and I kinda hoped it was a sign to be. I knew, from the moment you came into the locker room...I knew you were different. And now, here we are, 7 years later. I'm about to marry the girl I instantly fell in love with."

There was an undeniable chorus of,

"Awww!"

I was getting really choked up. I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. Then it was my turn.

"The first time we met was the best day of my life. It was the first time I was working for the team. The next thing I knew it was halfway through the game and this rookie comes in with a big crooked grin and blood dripping down the side of his face." I paused and couldn't help but laugh. "I remember just staring into those big brown eyes and me, being an 18-year-old girl, thinking, damn he's hot." A chorus of laughter broke out. "It's funny, because to this day, every time I look into those same brown eyes, all my worries disappear. My chest still swells up with that feeling of happiness and my body tingles. Because wherever you are is my home."

I hadn't realized I was crying, but here I was, tears running down my cheeks. Milan looked at me and grinned crookedly, and I immediately felt at ease. What I said was true: wherever he is is my home. Again, everyone went,

"Awww!"

"Do you, Milan Lucic, take Dakota Elle Miller to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

The grin on his face was massive. His eyes kept flitting toward me.

"I do."

"And do you, Dakota Elle Miller, take Milan Lucic to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

My heart was racing. This. This was it. He was about to be mine for the rest of my life. And I couldn't wait.

"I do."

Fr. Quinn was smiling, and I couldn't help but grin. Milan looked like a giddy child. Almost. He was almost my husband. Almost.

"You may now kiss the bride,"

Milan smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled. I couldn't help but grin like a fool. His lips were soft and warm, and as always, I felt at ease. He tasted like peppermint. He was mine. He was finally mine. I got that swelling feeling in my chest.

"I love you," I mumbled into his lips.

"I love you too, Mrs. Lucic," he grinned back.

I was smiling again. Everyone cheered as we walked down the aisle. I looked at Bergy who just smiled and nodded.

It started out with a broken nose and some stitches, very unconventional, yes. Most fairytales start with Once upon a time....But not mine. Mine started with a Well, do you speak? That didn't matter though. I didn't care about once upon a time. All I cared about was my new happily ever after.