Just a little oneshot about a certain couple's wedding :] Enjoy!

We were really doing this. No more girlfriend/ boyfriend, no more fiancé. From this day forward we would be husband and wife.

I smoothed out my tuxedo as our closest friend and family watched me. I walk with my grandmother down the isle to where I will wait for the love of my life. The chapel was small, decorated in ivory and a blue the same color as my almost wife's eyes.

"You okay, Eli?" my best man, Adam whispers when I reach the altar. I nod, unable to say anything. The butterflies in my stomach won't stop as the music starts to play.

Alli Bahndari-Turner's daughter, Scarlett, enters first in a little pink dress. She tosses flower petals at the people in the peed instead of on the floor in front of her. A ripple of laughter goes through the room.

Scarlett's brother, David Jr., follows in a tiny tux. He's just learned how to walk so he trips every once in a while. More laughter from the pews.

Alli enters after her children along with Adam's girlfriend, Fiona. Both are in simple blue strapless bridesmaid gowns. Fiona, also our wedding planner, helped pick them out. She said she didn't want anyone to upstage the bride.

Darcy enters next in a slightly more elegant blue dress as the maid of honor. It must be strange for her to see her younger sister get married. But, having me back in my junior, her sophomore, year of high school and falling in love, there wasn't much of another choice.

At first everyone thought I had gotten my girlfriend pregnant, but one look at the purity ring still on her finger and that theory was squashed. Everyone told us we were too young for marriage. That we had our whole lives ahead of us. But we knew this was what we wanted our lives to be. So at 21 and 22, here we are about to be married.

The music changes to the wedding march and I can't hold back my smile any longer. The doors open and everyone turns to see her.

Clare. My Clare. Looking more beautiful than I can ever recall in her long ivory dress. It is strapless with a sweetheart neckline (at least that's what Fiona called it when she was describing it to me) and has a simple lace on the bodice. The skirt is fully tiered with satin and light beading. She is wearing the veil that my own grandmother had worn when she had gotten married almost 50 years ago.

Clare walks with her father's arm around hers, though she never looks away from my eyes. She's beaming and I'm sure my look matches hers exactly

Clare reaches the end of the isle to the altar. She kisses my father's cheek and he gives her away to me.

"Hey," I whisper so only she can hear I take both of her hands in mine and the priest begins the ceremony. I almost can't concentrate on his words, I'm too busy trying not to fall over from nerves. Lucky for me, it's only a short introduction before he gets to the vows.

"Do you, Clare Edwards, take Elijah Goldsworthy as your lawful, wedded husband? In sickness and in health. In sorrow and in joy. To love and to hold as long as you both shall live?" the pries recites. Clare beams up at me, tears of joy spilling over her cheeks.

"I do."

"And do you, Elijah Goldsworthy, take Clare Edwards as your lawful wedded wife? In sickness and in health. In sorrow and in joy. To love and to hold as long as you both shall live?" he says, looking to me now.

"I do." I say. David Jr. (prompted by Alli of course) brings the rings to us on his little blue, satin pillow. Clare lifts my hand and slips the gold band on my ring finger.

I take her hand in mine and slide off the purity ring that has been on her finger since the day I met her. I slip the gold diamond wedding ring in it's place.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the priest smiles at us.

I take Clare's face between my hands and kiss her. A few tears of pure happiness slip down my own cheeks. We pull away, but I keep a grasp on her hand as thunderous applause fills the chapel.

Nothing else registers in my mind but her. My wife. Mrs. Clare Goldsworthy. She was finally mine, and in return, I, hers.

We make our way outside through a line of cheering friends and family to my trusty hearse, Morty, his back window sporting the words: Just Married. If he wasn't there on my wedding day, it just wouldn't feel right.

Clare climbs in on the passenger side and can't stop smiling at me. I kiss her once more before pulling away to the reception.

"I love you Eli," Clare says through her tears of joy.

"I love you too, Clare. For as long as we both shall live."

So what do you think? Review to let me know what you liked and what you didn't. Any comments are greatly appreciated!

I'll be updating soon, promise, because (thank god) winter break starts in two more days!

~DreamerLoverWriter~