AN: i realised i haven't updated this story in forever. I had mono for two months then exams and stuff...
I'm thinking about 10-15 chapters on this one
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Their apartment is on the second floor of the building. The hallway leads to the living room with three white walls and one painted in the color of sky. There's a small kitchen in the back, and on the other side there's door to their bedroom which is connected to the bathroom.
Words their bedroom leave a sweet taste in both of their mouths.
She falls on the sofa and pulls him down with herself. He puts his hands on the sofa beside her body so he wouldn't crush her with his weight, even though he doubts she would even notice since she's devouring his lips hungrily while trying to get his shirt off of him. Her fingers are busy with the buttons of his shirt and before she gets it off completely he pushes himself away from her, detaching himself from her. She looks up at him confused, maybe even a little bit disappointed.
"I have a something for you," he smiles nervously before disappearing behind the bedroom door.
He comes out of the room, carrying what seem to be a book as thick as the Bible, maybe even thicker, with old, brown cover. But there are no stitches sticking out of it, indicating her that it's brand new despite the fact it looks old.
He hands the book to her, lowering it in her hands. Once she gets a better chance to look at it she realizes it's not made out of paper, but out of plastic, and it feels a little bit hollow.
There's a small hole in the middle with a little, black box placed inside of it.
She gasps upon seeing it there because she knows exactly what it is and something clamps around her heart, making it harder for her to breathe. She raises her look up to him, her eyes locking with his. There's something inside of his throat he can't swallow. His fingers travel to the small hole in the book and he takes the little, black box out of it, twirling it between his fingers.
"I've been thinking a lot about doing this," he keeps his look on the box in between his fingers, "Days, weeks, months probably. Sometimes it seems like years. It probably was years. I've known a long time ago that I want to marry you," a small smile crept up on the corners of his lips, He closed the book and shifted it on the couch so her lap is free, before taking her hand into his and falling on one knee.
He was nervous. He never thought he will be nervous. And he wasn't nervous because he thought she might say no. He wasn't nervous out of all the manly reasons like being tied to one woman for the rest of his life. He had no problems with being with her, and only her, for as long as he lives. His nervousness was the product of excitement.
Her palms were sweaty. But that's okay, so were his.
She was fighting to keep her breath steady until she realized she lost it completely. Her heart was pounding violently, her eyes burning alongside her cheeks, and her throat was dry. She felt like she was going to pass out even though she knew this moment will come one day.
She knew she's going to marry him one day as well.
"You know how much i fucking love you," he said, making her smile, "We've been through so much together, and I don't need a piece of paper, or a ceremony as a confirmation that you're mine," he raises his look from the box and looks into her glimmering eyes, "But I want it, and I know you want it, so I want to give it to you. I want everybody to know how much I love you," he opens the box and her eyes fall on the ring inside of it and she squeals silently upon seeing it. He lets go of her hand for a moment to take the ring out. He tosses the box on the sofa and takes her hand back into his. "So, it would be great if you decide to do me the honor of becoming my wife."
"Yes," she says right after he finishes his sentence. She smiles at him and he smiles right back at her as he slides the ring down her finger.
She throws her arms around his neck and their lips find a way to each other.
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six months later
The girls align and when the music starts playing, they start walking down the aisle. Once they reach their destination the music changes and her dad asks her, "Ready?"
She nods happily and responds, "As ready as I'll ever be," and they start walking down the aisle. As soon as she steps on the path between rows and rows of seats, her eyes lock with Stefan's who is standing by the alter. His eyes wander all over her body, from the top of her head where the clutch that holds her veil is hidden in her curly hair to the hem of her dress which is dragging behind her. A satisfied smile appears on his face and she smiles back at him. Her dad kisses her on the cheek one more time, and before he gives her to Stefan she places the bouquet in Caroline's hands. She puts her hands in Stefan's and he squeezes them tightly, caressing them with his thumbs.
"You look absolutely beautiful," he mouths in her direction.
Out of some reason she blushes before mouthing back at him, "You don't look so bad yourself."
Bad? When he wears a tux she can feel all of her bones shaking inside of her body.
The priest starts talking but she can barely hear a word he says because she's so busy with gazing into Stefan's eyes. She knows the drill and she knows it's not required from her to speak until the vows.
The vows.
"I remember clearly my first ever memory of you," he starts talking, still tracing hearts with his thumbs, "That same girl saved me from everything," he looks at her and notices her eyes are smiling at him, "You keep saving me. Every day, every night, every second of every day, you keep saving me in every way a person can be saved. With you it's like some how I figured it all out," the corners of her lips keep going up until they stay in that position, "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, to wake up every morning with you, to have children with you," she smiles because she knows it's true, "I'm planning on making your life so painfully pleasurable that just the thought of leaving it makes your whole body ache," he says with a husky voice before he smirks, "Because I fucking love you."
Almost everyone in the church chuckle, even though only few selected people know those words have history behind them.
"We've been through so much together," she starts, "There were good times, and bad times," she says with a lump in her throat, "The thing is, you see, you taught me that there is always a way.I am who I am today because of you, and I don't think I would come this far if you haven't held my hand every step of the way. Most importantly," she says through a low, muffled whispers, "You taught me how to love. You made it look so easy,"she paused" You make me feel safe and alive and That's what love should be. You should love the person that makes you glad to be alive. And that person is you". a smile forms on his lips as those words escape her, "Oh, I fucking love you too," she adds, and everyone chuckled again.
The priest gave them the rings and Stefan and Katherine slid them on slowly while savoring and taking in each moment
Before the priest could even say the words, Katherine was in Stefan's and arms kissing him.
As soon as Stefan and Katherine pulled apart, he grabbed her hand so they could walk back down the aisle. But Stefan's plans to sneak off with Katherine were thrown out the window when they heard shouting and that they all had to go and have pictures done. "No" Stefan whined.
"God, is sex all you think about?"
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tbc