"I choose you, to be by my side. I choose you, to hold me at night. It's the biggest decision I'm about to get right. I choose you, I choose you."
They had tried this before. At his Hampton's house, with all their family around. But it inevitably didn't happen. She thought he was dead. She thought she would never see him again, and that all the nights spend in their bed, filled with long talks about kids and the futures and growing old would just be wasted. It took long nights and tons of coffee, which if she was serious with herself just didn't taste right when he wasn't making it, but they had found him.
She had gotten the call late one night. She was curled up in their bed, her eyes stained with tears when her phone rang sharply. She jumped at it and cleared her throat hoping that the person at the other end wouldn't hear her weakness. It was Espo: "Beckett, we got him. We'll be at your place in a minute." She shot up and jumped out of bed running her hand through her hair that was pulled up in what was now a messy bun. She wore black yoga pants and a white V-neck t-shirt, and at first she thought she should change to look more presentable for him, but then she heard the knock at her door and didn't have it in her to wait while she dug around for clothes. She ran to the door and pulled it open. Espo stood in front of him and as he pushed his way into their loft she flew into Castle's arms. He wrapped them tightly around her slim frame as he walked her further in the loft. He inhaled deeply, relishing the smell of her. She let every tear fall and he felt it in the crook of his neck, but he didn't care. Espo and Ryan (he had come into the apartment after Castle) sat Beckett down to tell her everything. She wouldn't let go of Castle the entire time they talked and he probably wouldn't have let her.
But now that their day had finally arrived there was nothing that could stop them from finally getting their happy ever after. He said they would have to work for it and they sure as hell have.
But now they're here, at the beach. She wore her mother's dress and Martha's earrings. He wore a brand new tux and they were almost ready. Neither of them can believe that they are actually at this moment. He sees her appear at the beginning of the aisle and while everyone stands and turns to look at her, she only looks at one thing: him. He smiles as tears pool in his eyes. She smiles, but doesn't cry. She knows she probably will when it comes time to say her vows, but for now she is perfectly contempt to just stare into this beautiful eyes. It takes her back to those late nights, lying in bed on their sides talking about anything that came to mind. Nothing could top this moment.
She finally reached him at the end of the aisle. Her dad reached out to shake his hand and he accepted it graciously. The ceremony went by in what seemed like an instant. Their promises of love and always were special, but if it weren't for everyone around them they wouldn't have even had to say it out loud. They saw it in each other's eyes, just like they always had.
Later, as they swayed back and forth, they looked at each other the same way that had all night. Like they were the only two in the room. This is where they both belong. They didn't choose their first families or the path it took them to get here, but they chose each other and now they were here.
Nothing could feel better.
"I Choose You"- Andy Grammer