Contract Killers (Multiship)

Chapter 50 - The Wedding

Geno's POV

Today's the day, no turning back now. I could feel my body begin to shake. There are two main reasons why I'm nervous. One, I'm scared that I might be making the wrong decision. Two, I don't know if Error is coming. I haven't seen him in years.

I put a hand over my stomach. I've been pregnant for about eight weeks now and I can feel the slight changes.

I was standing in a room with my friends' children. They had their daughters be the flower girls. Their ages ranged between seven and fifteen. The girls were so cute, dressed in their princess-like gowns and flower petals piled in their baskets. Fresh was also there. He wore a black suit and was wearing normal sunglasses. He ditched his hat back at home. Fresh would be the one to pass me off, since we barely have any other family members that can do it. My friends weren't really qualified for the job either.

We had to wrap bandages around my forever bleeding wound so my dress wouldn't get stained. The fabric of my gown was loose around my chest. The skirt part was big which made it difficult to walk without knocking something over.

Suddenly, music began to fill the room. The voices that once existed vanished. The girls started to walk down the aisle, gently spreading the petals around. The panic inside of me grew until it showed. Fresh noticed me and rushed over. We whispered to each other.

Fresh: Calm down Bro.

Me: I can't. What if I mess up my vows and make a fool of myself.

Fresh: You won't. Just take deep breaths.

Me: I'm going to cry.

Fresh: Please don't. Your white foundation was not cheap. I swear, the makeup stores want you to give them an arm and a leg for their products.

I laughed quietly.

Fresh: That's better. Now, let's knock 'em dead.

We linked arms and started walking down the aisle. Reaper was at the arch with the priest. A fox and a few others were standing next to him. People sat on the benches, watching my every move. This resulted in me slightly shaking.

'There are so many people here.'

Fresh unnoticeably comforted me by tightening his grin around my arm. He was telling me that it was okay.

We finally made it to the end. I turned to face Reaper. His clothing was predictable. Black tux with a white tie. Black and White always look good together. He was smiling at me and held my hands in his. Then the music descended in volume. The priest began his speech.

Priest: Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Reaper and Geno in matrimony commended to be honorable among all, and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this, these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.

The priest stopped talking, waited, than spoke again.

Priest: Do you both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs in all the days of your lives?

Reaper & Me: We do.

Priest: Do you pledge to share your love and the joys of your marriage with all those around you, so that they may learn from your love and be encouraged to grow in their own lives?