"Caleb shut up, don't ruin her moment." Candice scolds.

"Jeez I'm just saying."

I don't focus on anything they're saying.

How the hell could I?

I was marrying the man I love in under an hour.

Oh god.

I can't do this.

"Yes you can Nora, it's just a case of cold feet." Candice says coming up behind me and laying a hand on my bare shoulder, providing comfort.

Did I say that out loud? I probably did.

I didn't make much sense in all my worrying, the haze surrounding my entire being made it so difficult to even bloody think straight.

Was I doing the right thing?

Did I want to marry him?

Was he the man of my dreams?

"I can see those pretty little gears in your head turning babe," Caleb says from behind me, "like I said ten minutes ago: if you want me to distract everyone while you be the little runaway bride, I won't think twice. I've got your back love." He says giving me a comforting smile.

The thought did slip through my head once or twice but I couldn't.

Alexander was the man I love, the man I wanted to spend the rest of my days with and beyond that eternity.

I was stupid not to go through with this.

"Ignore him Nora," Stella says though I can see she's trying not to laugh, "everything will be fi-"

Just then the small brides room door swings open as a huffing David enters into the room.

"He- he," worry courses through me as David tries to catch his breath.

What the hell is going on?

"Alexander's ran away."

Groaning I can't help but to roll my eyes.

********

My body lays completely awake as I stare up at the blank white ceiling, my breaths coming out in short puffs of exhaustion.

A soft sigh emits from somewhere in the room as a strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into a warm bare chest.

"Did you have that dream again?" Comes a raspy voice.

I merely nod my head, my nerves making it difficult to even think straight let alone speak.

"I'm starting to think I should feel offended how you you think I'm going to walk out on you and leave you at the alter." Alexander mumbles into my hair.

Every day for the past I don't know how long, I've been having dreams well more like nightmares of Alexander walking out on me on the day of our wedding.

I can't believe I had it today of all days.

"You know we're getting married today right?" Alexander jokes.

Looking at him, I pout in dismay.

"Don't laugh at me." I say sadly.

"I should be the one upset, you don't even trust me."

Even though Alexander was trying to be serious, his wide grin couldn't be stopped.

Rolling my eyes at him, I don't say anything and neither does he as we both stay in a content silence.

A scuffling from the sound of the bed catches my attention as I see Pixie, our five month old pug, trying to jump onto the bed.

Falling once than twice, she still struggles until finally Alexander takes pity on her and lifts her up.

She immediately runs over to the both of us and lays her small body, sprawled out onto us.

Small soft sounds emit from her as she whines into Alexander's chest.

"She clearly favours you." I laugh out while Alexander huffs.

Glancing at the time, my eyes widen.

"Crap its 5:30." I say rushing out of bed.

"No stay with with me babe." Alexander says lightly tugging on my arm.

"What? No and you have to get up to or I swear-"

The door swings open cutting me off as Stella and Abby march into the room with purpose in their steps.

"Lets go." Demands Stella.

"We could have been naked you know?" Alexander grumbles as Pixie falls off his chest and into his lap.

Stella and Abby both seem to ignore him as they quickly grab me by the hand.

"Wait you both," I say while trying to get my hands out of their death grips, "I need to change first."

"There's no time." Stella grounds out as she pulls me out of the room.

With one last fleeting look at Alexander, I try to take him in as much as possible as I know I won't be seeing for quite a while today.

Even after a year and a half, I still couldn't get over the man of my dreams.

So now here I was, about to marry that very man, being ushered way from him, in my pyjamas.

*********

"Move it people."

I could hear the event coordinators voice from all the way across the hall and into the changing room where I was standing right now, being pricked and pinned by various combs and what not as the stylist did my hair.

Abby sat there in the corner, eyeing the woman and adjusting things here and there, making a few comments about certain things she did while nearly all of us laughed at her.

Hair and makeup done, I was pushed into the small side room where my dress hung, attached to the little gold railing on the wall.

Taking in a deep breath, I unzip the bag that was covering my dress.

As the bag opens to reveal the breathtaking dress, all of a sudden the nerves hit me full on in the face as I start to panic.

Ah shit, I'm getting married!

How the hell is this happening?

"Oh God, its started," comes Calebs' voice.

When did he get here?

The door swings open and all of my friends rush inside.

Candice and Caleb now joining Stella and Abby rush around me.

"You look gorgeous, oh my gosh."

Smiling at Candice, my face must give it all away as she pulls me into a hug.

"It's fine, don't worry, everyone gets cold feet." Candice soothes.

"I'm sure I will too, I might even run away when the time comes." Stella voices out while Abby glares at her.

Stella and Abby both still hadn't gotten married, apparently it just wasn't the right time.

Stella smiles sheepishly and kisses Abby on the cheek while Abby tries to conceal her smile.

Staring at the both of them, my nerves start to slowly fade away, bit by bit, but they were still there in the pit of my stomach, churning away slightly.

I was doing this because I love Alexander and wanted to spend the rest of life with him.

That's all there was to it, no big deal.

Smiling, I nod my head and shoo them all out.

Looking back at my dress, I can't help but to grin wide.

Stella out did herself once again.

The stark white satin and lace dress was tight at the bodice with its sweetheart neckline, the top part plain but the bottom where it was cinched at the waist had a silver sequinned belt going round it. After that, the dress flowed out into the fullness of the ball gown.

When Stella had helped me to design my own dress, she knew exactly what I wanted;

Simple with just that subtle touch of flair.

Calling out for help, the door flies open as everyone steps in once again.

I can't help but to roll my eyes and giggle at them.

They all help me to step into the dress, admittedly I did have to hold my breath in a little due to the tight constricting bodice.

Stella quickly nudges everyone out of the way as she squeals in delight while the rest of the three, murmur their approvals and look at me with face splitting grins.

"Oh my God, I'm such a crier at weddings." Caleb mourns out as he grabs a tissue from his pocket.

Abby nods in agreement as she too takes a tissue out from seemingly thin air.

Stella makes a few adjustments with the dress in certain places before nodding her approval and giving me a thumbs up.

"Wait till Alexander sees how stunning you look, he'll be crying as much as Caleb and Candice, don't you worry." Stella vows.

Grinning, I nod happily as we all leave the room.

"My baby." Comes an all too familiar squeal as I'm pulled into two pairs of arms.

Both my mum and dad hug me for a whole minute while I hug them back, tears pooling in my eyes.

"You look gorgeous cup cake." My father says as he grins down at me.

"My little girl all grown up." Seeing the unshed tears in my fathers eyes make a few of my own slip down my cheeks as I hug him once more.

My mothers sniffles can be heard as she too joins us once again in the family hug.

Pulling apart, Caleb hands me a tissue with a knowing look.

Thanking him, I dab lightly at my eyes.

A small "hi" erupts from behind my parents as my sister stands there looking gorgeous in her light pink dress.

"Oh my gosh! You look great," I say hugging her.

"You look amazing," Allie says smiling,"I wanted to wear white but thought better of it." She continues in a joking manner while I fake glare at her.

The door opens once more as Alexander's parents walk in along with my brother.

Walking over to all of them, I hug them one by one.

"Alexander's freaking out across the hall." David jokes.

I giggle at his words while thoughts roam through my head.

I know exactly how he feels.

"Well all the guests have arrived." Sandra informs everyone as she looks up from her phone, "lets get this show on the road."

*********

Standing just outside the door, I peek through the small windows.

Catching a sight of Alexander, my heart starts to beat rapidly, feeling as if it was going to burst from the confines of my chest.

How could one man possibly look so gorgeous?

Staring at him in his tux, I can't help but to to feel even more in love as he fidgets from side to side while he smiles at some of the guests, the nervousness clear on his face.

Everyone besides me straightens their stance as the time comes.

The door swings open, though I am off to the side so I'm not visible, the bouquet tightly clenched in my hands as one by one my friends as bridesmaids slowly start to go off down the aisle.

Colours of silvers and golds shine through with different arrays of flowers and banners make it all look so elegant and exquisite.

The wedding march catches my attention once more as my father offers his arm to me.

Looping my hand through his, the both of us step forward.

My eyes immediately dart to the ground.

One step forward.

That's all that I keep repeating in my head.

One step then another and another.

Slow and steady does win the race after all.

Halfway down the aisle, my father nudges me slightly and bends down to my ear.

"It'd be a shame if you don't look up."

Taking his words into consideration, I finally do so and what I see makes my breath hitch in my throat.

My eyes immediately dart to Alexander who seems transfixed onto me.

Both of us staring into each other's eyes as the distance slowly decreases step by step.

My eyes water and my cheeks burn when I see the look of pure love and devotion in his eyes.

Alexander looks stunned beyond words and what nearly brings me to my knees are the tears pooling in his eyes.

The ever so long distance vanished as I now stood before him.

My father passes me from himself to Alexander.

Murmuring something to his ear, Alexander nods in conviction, almost as if promising my father something.

Clasping him on the back my father finally steps to the side as I place my hands in Alexander's.

Stepping onto the small stage like structure, my eyes don't even sweep to the ground as I stare fixated at the love of my life.

All the previous nerves dissipating into thin air as now excitement takes its place.

"You look stunning, so beautiful." Alexander murmurs to me as he kisses me on the cheek.

"Save that for later please." The minister says clearing his throats and smiling happily.

My cheeks blush lightly as a few people laugh.

Staring back at the crowd, familiar faces pop back up at me and I grin seeing some of my high school friends.

"Well without further ado lets get started."

Everything passed by in a blur, even Alexander didn't seem to notice as we both just stared into each others eyes, not bothering to look anywhere else.

Multiple times the minister had to snap us out of our reverie to say our vows which we decided to keep the same usual ones and not change them.

My attention snaps away from Alexander as the ring bearer, one of Alexander's younger cousins, comes forward.

We each take our respective ones and I take in a shaky breath as I grasp Alexander's ring firmly between mine.

"Do you Nora Jane Davis take Alexander James as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, in joy and sorrow for as long as you both shall live." The ministers voice echoes around the hall as I take in a deep breath.

"Just say yes!" Alexander says nervously causing me to laugh out loud.

"I do." I say with conviction, staring into his eyes as he squeezes my hand and slips on the wedding ring.

"Do you Alexander James, take Nora Jane Davis as your lawfully wedding wife, in sickness and in health, in joy and sorry, for as long as you both shall live."

"I do." He says back with the same certainty I did.

Smiling at him full on, I slip the ring onto his finger, the joy and happiness coursing through me.

"By the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride!"

Not even wasting a single second, the both of us dive for one another in a soul wrenching kiss.

Shouts and hollers erupt from everyone as well as laughter as we stand before them now hand in hand, as husband and wife.

***********

"Fucking finally." Alexander huffs out as he basically throws the luggage onto the floor.

"Do you mind?" I question sternly as I go over to my previous suitcase, making sure everything is in place and nothing broken.

"Fuck that." He mumbles as he grasps my hips from behind as I was bending down.

Standing up, Alexander pushes himself right up against me as I roll my eyes and turn to face him.

Placing my hand on his clothed chest, I push him back slightly as he pouts.

"But it's our honeymoon, come on." He insists as he pushes the strap of my dress down, placing kisses.

"We seriously just got here." I mumble as I stare around at our hotel room.

It was around ten at night and this was our second destination.

Our first night was spent at Paris, true to everyone's words it was the cliche romantic place that was showed on the television.

It was a truly magical place but unfortunately we barely had anytime to explore the amazing city.

We barely spent two days before Alexander had whisked us off to Brazil where we were right now.

The big bay windows that led to the balcony were wide open as the curtains flayed lightly in the wind, the moon shining brightly in the sky as the moonlight flooded through and into our room.

For some reason it reminded me of Twilight.

"I don't care, all I care about is fućking you ha-"

I shush him by placing my finger on his lips.

"No, we are going to make love." I sat putting emphasis.

"I don't make love, I Fuck. Hard." He says smirking, "you should now that by now."

Rolling my eyes at him, I open my mouth to protest but he kisses me, hard.

Opening my mouth, Alexander doesn't even hesitate as he lifts me up and throws me onto the bed.

I squeal as exhilaration flows through me especially when Alexander kneels onto the bed and faces me, dipping his head low.

Just as he reaches where I need him most, a sharp rapt knocking echoes through the room.

Groaning, I push Alexander and motion him towards the door as I get off the bed and straighten my attire.

Alexander strides over to the door, an annoyed look plastered on his face.

Swinging the door open, shock mars both of our faces at the person before us.

"You guys need to get home now."

Why the hell was Damien here of all places?

"Your family's in the hospital."

And just like that, my perfectly blissful day had shattered into thousands of pieces as everything blurred into nothingness.

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