A/N: Okay so this is officially my first try at Daniel/ Charlotte. It's just going to be a fluffy one shot, so the characters might be a little off, or a lot, depending on what you think. But I thought I'd put it out there for Valentine's Day. Enjoy!
Never had I thought this moment would come. I stare at myself in the mirror of my apartment, and recall the years that had flown right passed me. I say her name over and over in my mind. I never got tired of it. I remember the first time I had laid eyes on the fiery redhead. The first thought that came to my head was; she's way out of my league. But then she had started to speak to me, most girls would rather be eaten alive by a lion, then spare one conversation with me. Well at least that's what I think. She had cared for me, looked out for me, and I'll never regret saying that I loved her. I had felt so strong then, just as I felt when I asked her to marry me, and just as I feel today.
The next few moments simply glide passed, and as I stand at the alter, the door opens, and the most beautiful woman starts to make her way toward me. This was Charlotte, the woman who had stained my shirt with her blood. Charlotte the woman who's hair doesn't have to be up or down for me to love her all the more. This was Charlotte, the woman who believes me, even when I don't quite believe myself.
We face each other and she smiles the most perfect of smiles. I return the favor with my famous smirk still covered with my beard. We seem to share a silent conversation as the priest continues on with his sermon. I state my vows to her, and she to me. Another moment is taken as the priest asks us the questions that every couple is faced with on their wedding day. But I've already answered them with an I do, long before. And her beautiful voice, laced with a British accent fills my ears. "I do."
The priest gives me permission to kiss my beautiful bride. And I take no hesitation to do so. My lips press lightly to hers. Charlotte smiles as she kisses me, and opens her mouth to me just the slightest bit. That action is exactly like her personality, I think to myself as we break our kiss. She's daring yet knows her limits. And she hold my hand as we run down the isle, pastel rose petals showering around us. Her laugh holds a special place in my memory, as I remember the first time I had heard it, I saw myself hearing it for the rest of my life. Charlotte, the attitude that annoys everyone else but I somehow manage to find a way to love her still. Charlotte, the woman, who opens my eyes to new possibilities, questions, and answers everyday. Charlotte, a love that will be a constant in my life.
A/N: Short and sweet. You know what's also sweet is reviews.