Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Fox and Tabitha have been thriving in their own ways. The two of them don’t work together in a business sense, but it inspires me that, although they both have separate jobs and dreams, at the end of the day they both return home to one another, and support one another. It shows me it can work, and inspires me despite Tristian’s and my different goals in life.
Fox has also been Tristian’s lifeline when it came to the mob and if they care about him. He got the approval to spill the beans on his old boss, and he did so: for murder and a bunch of other crimes they pinned on him, the boss will be going away for a very long time, and if he ever gets out alive, he’d be setting the world record for the oldest prisoner ever released.
Hawk and Lavender have been taking charge doing the grunt work of getting the wedding going. Hawk and I still playfully call each other names, but we’re coming to terms with the fact we’re both adults now. We can’t stupidly bicker with one another as much anymore. We got jobs, hopes, dreams, and worst of all, responsibilities.
There’s a few people on Tristian’s side of the aisle. I guess he had some friends from his old life who weren’t as toxic and were worthy of inviting.
I’m nervously waiting in the wings for the organ music to start to play. Everything should go fine. This will be the happiest day of my life, and I believe that.
I have that fantastic-looking wedding cake to look forward to. It’s from Hannah’s Sweet Stop, and the aforementioned Hannah is tending to it, putting on some last-minute touches. She looks as nervous as me, but it strikes me as odd. I’ve seen her at these kinds of events before, and she’s as calm and collected as they come. I wonder what’s nagging at her so badly?
Finally, the organ music starts to play. It’s quite the relief, all the waiting around being so exhausting as I waited for what was to come next.
I grab my flowers, take a deep breath, and begin to head down the aisle. All eyes are on me, because I’m not nervous enough as is.
There was a rehearsal for this. And in that rehearsal I tried to step gracefully down the aisle, a very feminine and elegant way of walking, that is completely unlike my usual hustle and bustle.
I had hoped to capture that essence now. I’m trying, yes, but I have no idea if I’m succeeding.
I reach the altar, and the local pastor smiles my way.
My groom is waiting for me. Tristian cleans up really well when he wants to, but I’ll be honest and prefer him rough, like he usually is. There will be plenty of time for that handsome man, though, so I’ll enjoy seemingly innocent Tristian while I can.
The look in his eyes as he sees me is adorable, and I pray I’ll be able to look back at this moment for the rest of my days.
Our minister went through the usual words about the meaning of marriage. About how it meant being fully dedicated to one another, no matter what may come.
It’s all a formality. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t know what it all meant, if we weren’t willing to stand with one another against armies if we had to.
Reuben shuffles up to me when he’s called, the ring being kept in a box around his collar. I thought it would be cute, and seeing it happen, I’m absolutely right. Tristian takes the wedding band off him and presents it to me.
I adore him, yearn for him, and I love him. And he feels the exact same about me. This is our way of announcing it to the whole world, and celebrating it. We say the words. The ring is put on my finger. Husband and wife, the start of our happily ever after.
We embrace in front of everyone, our lips meeting, and we keep it rated G. There are children watching us, after all.
The cheers are loud. They are as happy for us as we are for ourselves.
The night erupts into dancing, food, music, and chatter. It turns into less of an event about us, and more about pure joy for the whole town. And I’m just fine with that.
Eventually, we leave our own wedding in cheers, and start to head to Smithport.
We had a big honeymoon planned. A trip to France, a gift from my parents. We would see the sights and sounds of Paris, and also to do some hiking in the French Alps. It seemed like an adventure that we’d both love, and a beautiful way to start off our relationship being official.
This meant getting on a plane in Smithport, which worked in other ways too. I still lived with my parents, and Tristian was staying in that tiny apartment as he worked on building a cabin worthy of being a family home.