Today was the day you had been looking forward to for a long time now; and it was Taylor's day as well.
You and Taylor were to get married today and you had decided to have the wedding in the home you both shared and her father was going to be the one to marry you. You were in one of the rooms upstairs with your maid of honor, aka, your longtime best friend, getting ready for the ceremony. As of right now, she was helping you in your cosmetics and hair while you were rambling on away about the future you and Taylor would forever have and what you see in your future. A few minutes before the ceremony was about to start, your bridesmaids had come into the room to see you and you all shared a big group hug and you share a happy, meaningful, conversation with them.
"I can't believe it! I'm getting married! What do you have to say about that?" You all got into another hug as you seated yourselves on the ceder chest that was placed at the foot of the bed, just as you were getting up again.
"Now I have to go again. You see, that's why we decided to have the wedding here at the house because I have to go more often during these kinds of occasions. I have a lot more and I hate trying to open the bathroom door in public without touching the knob."
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Taylor was standing underneath the homemade alter alongside her father and the bouquet of flowers she had in her hands as she was waiting for you.
She had no idea what true happiness felt like until now, and you were the same way under that circumstance. Taylor's family adored you and your family adored her even though at first, they didn't quite understand nor really agree with your choice making of the lifestyle you are choosing to live. But they were willing to have an open mind about it and were there to support you.
The tune of 'Love Story' has come on as you walked down the aisle in your father's arm, ready to give you to your soon to be wife, Taylor Swift. Once her eyes landed on you, the sight of you took her breath away as she had never seen you so beautiful in that beautiful wedding gown that was meant for you. As you got closer, you notice a tear running down her cheek as she took both your hands in her soft ones before speaking up.
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Taylor. You do as well."
Out of habit, you begin to lean in for a kiss when her fathers sticks his arm in between you, stopping you.
"Not yet, Y/n."
You laugh along with everyone in the room that are about to be your witnesses. After vows were said, her father asked the big question and you both gave the big answer.
"I do." You say, looking at Taylor.
Taylor holds your hands and pulls the close to her chest before giving the answer herself.
"I do."
"I now pronounce you as Mrs. and Mrs. Swift. Taylor, you may kiss your bride."
As you both shared that kiss, the guests than erupt in cheers, cheering the both of you on while Taylor throws her bouquet of flowers to your audience.
