A/N: Okay so I promised fluff and I give you so much fluff it can be considered cotton candy. I won't go into a lot of background with this cause I don't want to give so much away but if you love Crellie as much as I do, you'll enjoy it I swear ;)
The song will be given at the end of the story because I don't want to give anything away. Don't cheat either and scroll to the bottom of the page. I'm on to you! Lol
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to this fan fiction. I am merely a victim of shipping fiction couples and getting involved with the ever painful storylines of Degrassi. And I have no rights to the song lyrics either.
Never Stop
12 Months
We're sprawled out on the bed, our bodies tangled up in the sheets. Ellie has her head on my exposed chest while I run my finger idly up and down her bare spine. She giggles unexpectedly and I can't help the wide smile that spreads across my face. I pull her tightly towards me and she buries her head further into my side.
"I can't believe it," she mumbles into the thin damp layers. "This honestly feels so surreal to me."
"Well believe it babe," I answer, the smile never fading. She releases herself out of my hold and maneuvers herself onto her elbows, crimson hair falling effortlessly in front of her face. She holds the blanket to her naked chest and peers at me with the brightest green eyes. My hand involuntary reaches out to touch her shoulder.
"This is really happening isn't it? This isn't some dream that my sixteen year old self conjured up," she states with the happiest smile I've ever seen grace her face. "I can't believe it!"
"You've said that already," I tease. She jokingly slaps my collarbone and without second thought I begin to tickle her ribcage. I push myself upward as Ellie falls onto her back squirming, trying to fight off my attack.
"Craig! Stop-Ah-Stop," she laughs beneath me. Her hair is spread out on the mattress as she turns her head back and forth. "I mean it! Seriously-," she screams humorously bringing her knees to her chest.
"You don't sound so serious to me," I joke as she wriggles underneath me. Her laughter continues as she tries to push me off of her, and failing miserably. "Just give up Elle, you're never gonna win," I shout over her protests of amusement.
Ellie stops trying to block my hands and scrunches her face in defeat. Her red hair looks like a wild messy curtain covering her expression as she faces away from me. I stop tickling her and lean down on my elbow. She shakes the hair out of her eyes and looks at me with nothing but affection. Pushing a stray lock behind her ear, I tilt my head down slightly and capture her soft lips with mine.
She smiles into the kiss as I gently put my hand behind her head and bring her closer to me. She places her hand on my chest and kisses back with equal pleasure. After about a few seconds she pulls away and briefly looks at her hand before meeting my hazel eyes again. "I love you Craig," she affectionately says before resting her head in the crook of my neck.
"I love you too Ellie," I reply with the same conviction, entwining our hands together and kissing her ring finger.
This is my love song to you
Let every woman know I'm yours
So you can fall asleep each night babe
And know I'm dreaming of you more
10 Months
"Why are we even discussing this," Ellie asks sarcastically while setting the dishes on the small kitchen table.
"Be-cause," I draw out the word. "I don't think it's fair," I answer simply, draining out the water in the pasta. I hear Ellie scoff behind me and I turn my attention towards her. She has her left hand leaning against the wooden chair and her right hand is placed defiantly on her hip. Her eyebrows are raised and I just shrug my shoulders at her.
I turn back to my task at hand and add the marinara sauce to the bowl of penne. Next to me, Ellie grabs the plate of chicken and with so gives me a harden look. I smile playfully back and as a reply, she turns and gives me her backside. "You wanted my input," I utter as I bring the last of our dinner over to the table.
"Yes, but not that input!"
I laugh at her childish out-burst and take my seat across from her. Her long red mane is casing the side of her face as she takes a piece of baked chicken. I scoop some of the pasta onto my plate before we switch dishes. "So tell me again why I can't invite Manny," I ask after a brief moment of silence.
She looks up from cutting her meat and twitches her head to the side, looking at me as if I'm clueless. "She's your ex-girlfriend Craig."
"Sooo...two of your ex's will be there."
"Ashley's gonna be there!"
"It's still not proportionate," I point out while continuing to stare at her. Ellie's shoulders slump and she looks at me in surprise. "What, it's true. You're gonna tell me that you've never dated Marco? Or Sean?"
"First off, I was Marco's beard so technically we were not dating. And lastly Sean is only coming because he's Emma guest, which reminds me, who invited her again."
Damn, she's got me there. I ignore her last statement and pick up some of the pasta on my fork while Ellie gives a triumphant shake of her head.
"Emma's a close friend of the family so of course she's invited," I state with a mouthful of food, determined to win this one. "Also it doesn't change the fact that I have to be in the same room with two men that you've kissed."
"You kissed Marco too," she shoots back quirking her eyebrow, a smirk clearly plastered on her face. "I clearly remember a song on your album titled 'Kissing In The Stairwell'".
"I did not kiss Marco," I hastily reply with a grin, pointing my fork for emphasis. She laughs to herself and continues to eat her dinner. "That's beside the point anyhow."
"Uh-huh," she replies, and though I can't see her face I know she's smiling. Glancing up quickly she asks, "Why is this an issue?"
"It's not an issue, I'm happy they're going to be there." Her eyes meet mine as she silently tells me to continue. "They get to see how much I love you."
Ellie's facial expression softens and she smiles sweetly. She places her silverware down and gets up to come and sit on my lap. She touches my chin gently and kisses me tenderly before pulling away. "I love you...and I guess I can see where you're coming from."
"So..."
"You can invite Manny, if you really want too." I nod my head in approval, and as I lean in to kiss her she stops me by saying, "That being said if Manny's invited I'm entitled to invite Jesse, you know to make it proportionate," She states mocking me from before.
She's eyeing me skillfully and we both know she's won. Rolling my head to the side and groaning my annoyance at the use of his name I repeat her words from before, "Why are we discussing this again?"
She laughs lightly and gives me a quick peck on the lips before responding, "I thought you'd see it my way." With that she gets off my legs and walks back to her seat.
You're always hoping that we make it
You always want to keep my gaze
But you're the only one I see love
And that's the one thing that won't change
8 Months
Sitting on a white couch in a quaint bakery I watch as Ellie examines each small piece of cake, pondering which one would look nicer with the theme. Her eyes are curious and she bites her lip in consideration. I smile at the sight a little turned on but, enjoying the little quirks that make Ellie, Ellie. She does a double-take with her head in my direction and then her attention is fully on me.
"What are looking at," she asks calmly her face still thinking over the baked goods.
"You," I answer seductively, my mind in the vicinities of our bedroom. She can obviously tell where my concentration had gone because before I know it her green eyes go wide and she smacks my arm lightly.
"Perv," she scolds but soon laughs. I lift an eyebrow up and give her a smirk to which she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Pay attention to the assortment of sweets before you and help. We need to narrow it down to at least 3 different flavors," she exclaims gesturing to the pieces of cake.
"I like paying attention to you better," I counter sweetly. She smiles coyly and looks down and then back up. "Besides it's a cake just get a chocolate one and were good."
"And that's why I should've brought Marco; at least he would be useful," she responds turning away and staring at a certain piece with a layer of strawberries in the middle. "What about this one? We can ask for chocolate instead of vanilla and it'll be like chocolate covered strawberries."
I scoot closer over on the couch and look at the small plastic plates of cakes. A red velvet wedge sticks out to me. "I like this one," I say picking it up.
Ellie glances at the serving in my hand. She gives it a once over and asks, "I'm not sure, how do you think it tastes?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself," I answer taking off a small chunk and when she opens her mouth to protest I stop her with small piece of cake. Making an 'Oh' face at her Ellie glares in my direction, wiping away a few crumbs. "How was it?"
"Not funny Manning," she retorts trying to hide her grin, while I smile and lick my fingers. "I like it though, but it's missing something."
"Wh-," I'm interrupted when a fraction of red velvet cake is forced into my mouth. "Touché."
Ellie gives a tiny bow before breaking out into a fit of giggles. I join in her laughter when the manager comes over. "So have you two made a decision," the woman asks politely.
"Yes we have," Ellie laughs. "We would like the Red Velvet."
"Ok and what layer would you like for the middle," she questions writing down the order.
"No layer," I interject. "And could you replace the cream cheese frosting with butter cream instead?"
She nods her head and continues to write, "Will that be all?"
"Yes, thank you," Ellie responds shaking the woman's hand. I do the same and gather our things to leave when Ellie tells me, "Thank you."
"Thank you for what?"
"For making an effort, I know that this isn't important to you."
"Are you kidding me Elle, of course this is important to me. I mean it's a small detail that I don't think needs all that much attention but it's still important," I reply placing both of my hands on hers, looking into her eyes kindly.
"So why so assertive with the small confections?"
"I wanted it to be simple.'Simpler is better' remember". She smiles at the memory. "And I don't like cream cheese frosting. Good on bagels not on cake."
Ellie laughs and toys my calloused fingers with her hers. "Why the red velvet though?"
"It reminded me of the woman I love," I respond lovingly. She tucks her head down than, hiding her smile. "Come here," I say tugging her arm and pulling her to me gently, capturing her lips with mine. I taste the sweetness of the cake again and love every second of it.
I will never stop trying
I will never stop watching as you leave
I will never stop losing my breath
Every time I see you looking back at me
7 Months
I'm lying flat on my back in bed watching T.V when Ellie steps out of the bathroom. She's in jeans with a dark blouse and her hair is semi-straight with the front ends framing her face. She's struggling to put on her shoes when she looks up and sees me looking at her.
"Are you really gonna stay in bed all day," she asks brows furrowed with a small smirk.
Stretching my arms up I simply reply, "Maybe. Is that a problem?"
Rolling her eyes she joins me on the double bed. She snuggles close to my side and kisses my cheek. I wrap my arms around her and hold her there, my head falling against the top of hers. We stay like that for a couple of minutes, enjoying the presence of one another. It took us awhile to get this place in our relationship so, when we have the chance we like to embrace these little moments. I hear a small breath come from Ellie's mouth and know she's content. She doesn't want to move and neither do I.
"Craig I have to go," she says reading my thoughts. It never ceases to amaze me how she knows me so well. I shake my head in objection and I can feel her warm laugh through my shirt.
"Just stay in bed with me," I protest kindly. My hold on her grows tighter as she starts to pull away and I grunt my displeasure as the heat of her body is no longer beside mine. "Ellieee," I whine when she's off the bed and fixing her bag on the vanity alongside the television.
Brushing her hair behind her ears she tells me, "I need to go. I told Marco and Paige I would meet them at the boutique. They both insist this is the place I'll find my dress."
Ellie peeks up from filling her purse and catches my pout in the mirror. She turns to look at me directly and gives me a half-smile. Coming over to my side of the bed she bends down and takes hold of my lips with hers. "I'll be back in a couple of hours and when I come home you better not be where I left you," she advises.
My fingers linger on her waist as she walks away and picks up her handbag. She waves goodbye and my eyes follow her until she's out of my sight. When I hear the front door close I get up from my place and head into my personal studio. I can't think of a better time to write about my love for Ellie than right now.
I will never stop holding your hand
I will never stop opening your door
I will never stop choosing you babe
I will never get used to you
5 Months
"AHHHHH," Ellie screams as the front door slams behind her. I drop my pen and run out into our living room where I see Ellie throw her purse on the couch seething with anger.
"Ellie," I ask evenly. She jumps at my words and looks in my direction, some of the irritation alleviating when she meets my eyes.
"I didn't know you were home," she states upset.
"I got in a little while ago, what happened." My tone never falters and Ellie just shakes her head and waves me off like it's nothing. "Elle, c'mon what's going on?"
"Just a fight with Marco," she replies distressed. Whatever the argument was about it was definitely huge. Normally when her and Marco clash it leaves her aggravated but now she is downright furious judging by her body language.
"What about," I question and Ellie closes her eyes in frustration. I can easily tell she doesn't want to talk about it but I'm not letting her off the hook, not if it's affecting her like this.
"Not important," She responds trying to change the tone in her voice.
"Bull, now tell me what's up." She runs a hand through her hair and contemplates on whether or not to tell me, only increasing my unease. "Just tell me, I won't let up until you do."
Crossing her arms, she looks at me fleetingly before lowering her head and answering, "You."
Taken aback, I look toward her in confusion. Me? What could she have possibly fought Marco on that had to do with me? "Can you elaborate?"
"During lunch, Alex started joking about ditching, and the others joked that if anyone were to walk out it would be you. I know it was all in fun and I mean it was fine for a short time, but after awhile it got annoying. I told them to cut it out but they kept saying 'Ellie you know better than anyone how Craig is when it comes to relationships' and I told them that it's not like that anymore, and Marco defended them by saying that there was some truth to it." I continue to look at her, watching her grow more infuriated as she goes on. "So I confronted him about it and he finally tells me about his doubts. How he thinks at the first sign of trouble you're gonna run off scared."
"I thought Marco trusted me," I wonder aloud. Ellie looks disheartened and I'm sort of in shock. Marco and I had regained our close friendship when Ellie and I got together, so why was this coming up now? A part of me understands though, he's protective of Ellie and he's right, they all are. I've fucked up so much in the past, what's to say I won't do it again.
"I'm so pissed at him! This is not the time to bring this up and he knows you! He's sees that you're not the same anymore! Why hasn't he forgiven you already?"
"Elle, calm down," I say walking towards her and rubbing her arms up and down. "Marco's just looking out for you. Given our past, can you blame him?"
"Excuse me," she states astonished, surprised that I'm not just as mad as she is.
"Ellie, you and everybody else knows you can do better than me. Hell I'm surprised you even forgave me. I thank my lucky stars every night because of that."
"I just had to explain to Marco why you're capable of doing this, don't tell me I have to convince you too," she says jokingly.
I smile and laugh quietly, even when I have no confidence in myself; Ellie manages to find the assurance for both of us, and while everyone is right about my past mistakes, they're wrong about one thing. "As long as I have you by my side, I'm not going anywhere. I love you Ellie."
She relaxes and from the look in her dark green eyes, I can see she's better than when she stormed in. "I'm still angry with him."
"I'll talk to him, it's more my battle than yours anyway," I reply caressing her cheek. Leaning in to my touch she pulls away with an alluring look in her eyes. Keeping my gaze she ambles backwards towards our bedroom. Bemused I ask, "What are you doing?"
"There was a fight and it was addressed," she implies simply cocking her head to the side biting her lip, a twinkle in her eye.
"I'm pretty sure that's not how make-up sex works," I say getting the hint.
"Are you really gonna question it," she quips a small smirk forming.
"Nope," I emphasize running towards her and sweeping her up off the floor, carrying her to our bedroom bridal style with her giggles filling up the hallway.
And with this love song to you
It's not a momentary phase
You are my life I don't deserve you
But you love me just the same
3 Months
"Ugh," I groan as the natural light fills up the bedroom and wakes me from my slumber. Turning over to avoid the brightness coming from the window, I feel Ellie's sleeping form next to me. I peer out through my half close eye-lids and see her knees curled up into a ball, hands safely hidden underneath her pillow. Unsurprisingly a smile appears on my face and I pull Ellie to my side, doing my best not to wake her up. Instinctively she burrows herself into my side as we lay cuddled together. Trying to fall back asleep, I shift my position to get comfortable.
"Stop moving," Ellie groggily demands, nestling closer.
Perking up slightly, I look down at the red-head. "What?"
"I'm trying to sleep."
"So am I," I state, sinking down lower on the mattress and leveling my face with Ellie's. Her eye-lids flutter open and she scowls at my constant motion. We lay on our sides facing one-another in peaceful silence, my hand snaking around to rub her back. "You're not really a morning person are you?"
"Not when my human pillow, keeps tossing and turning I'm not," She answers her expression relaxing upon my touch. A small laugh escapes past my lips.
"Glad, I can be of use to you," I say drawing her nearer and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Ellie repeats a little out of breath. "How'd you sleep?"
"Not bad, considering I slept next to a beautiful red-head," I reflect. Ellie tries to hide her blush, but it's futile. No matter how long Elle and I can be together, she still gets shy when I mention her beauty. I start threading my fingers through her hair, while Ellie fiddles with the fabric of my shirt.
"For once I don't have anything planned, why don't we have a lazy day," Ellie says breaking the silence.
"With a 'Saved by the Bell' marathon," I suggest.
Enthusiastically Ellie props herself up, a playful grin etched across her features. "I'll cook the bacon?"
"Meet you downstairs," I exclaim animatedly, both us bounding out of bed and racing for the door. "Hey," I call when she's about to exit the room. She turns in my direction, the smile from before still present. "I can't wait to grow old with you," I state fondly
"Me too," she replies warmly.
And as the mirror say's were older
I will not look the other way
You are my life, my love, my only,
And that's the one thing that won't change
1 Month
Finishing tying up my sneaker, I hop off the edge of the bed and make my way to the kitchen. In the hallway I smell the sugary scent of syrup and when I enter the room I see Ellie standing over the stove. She's in a tight white button up top that fits her body perfectly, with a black skirt and matching black boots. Her red hair is perfectly straight with the front ends framing her face. Just by looking at her doing such a simple act I can't help but notice how stunning she is. Damn how did I get so lucky?
She doesn't notice that I walk in, so I sneak up behind her, grab her waist, dip and kiss her. She squeals at the sudden motion but eventually kisses back with the same fervor. Pulling away I bring her back upright. "Something smells good," I say smoothly, not taking my eyes off her.
"Pancakes, though I did just get out of the shower," she answers with a smirk.
"I was talking about me," I reply with mock misunderstanding.
"Jerk, so what's with cheesy cliché entrance," she asks. I shrug and meet her smile leaning against the counter watching her finish cooking. "So are you going to the studio today or meeting with the label," Ellie inquires while licking away some batter from her thumb and fixing a plate.
"Studio, the heads of the label want to see what I have before they finalize my contract," I reply while taking the plate of pancakes and fresh fruit she hands me. "Thank you," I say placing a kiss on her cheek before making my way to the table. "What about you, what's on your agenda?"
"I have my fitting with the rest of the girls after work. Speaking of, I have to present my pitch to the editors today about my article on 'Mystic Spiral'," she responds joining me.
"Mystic Spiral," I chuckle. "I still can't believe they named their band that?"
"What can I say, they're fans of Daria and you know that's an awesome band name." I nod in agreement as I take a bite of my small stack of pancakes, listening while Ellie continues. "Anyway I'm nervous on how they're going to react. I mean if this goes well I could have my own column interviewing up and coming new artists."
"It'll go great Elle, I promise," I tell her trying to ease her nervousness. She smiles timidly and changes the subject instead asking me about last minute details we need to go over.
The rest of the breakfast is nothing but mindless chit-chatter and discussing plans. When we're finished, I take our plates and put them in the sink before leaving with Ellie. I hold her hand as I walk her towards her car and when she goes to unlock the door I stop her. It's unlike her to be anxious when it comes to her writing and she needs to know she's going to do well.
"Hey, you're going to rock that shit out of that pitch ok? It's not like you to be so worried. You're a great writer Elle and it's an amazing idea and even better article," I tell her confidently. The tension in Ellie's shoulders relaxes and she hugs me tightly. Breaking the hold she reaches up and kisses me slowly.
"Thanks, I'll call when it's over."
"Better yet, stop by the studio for lunch and tell me all about it."
She smiles and kisses me quickly before getting in her Honda. I shut the car door behind her and see her off before getting in my Porsche and heading off to work.
I will never stop trying
I will never watching as you leave
I will never stop losing breath
Every time I see you looking back at me
1 Day
Humming a new melody I created, I scramble the eggs I've been cooking. I'm usually not the one making breakfast in the morning due to the fact I'm not an exceptional cook but because I'm up at a relatively decent hour, I decided why the hell not. Nodding to the music in my head, I grab a plate being as quiet as possible. Ellie's still sleeping upstairs, and if you know anything about Ellie Nash, you would know waking her up on a day she has off is the equivalent to being castrated with no anesthetic. I hear a shuffling of footsteps and I see Ellie standing in the archway to our kitchen.
Smiling at the sight of her, I take in her appearance. Ellie's hair is all disheveled from just getting out of bed and the only item she's wearing is one of my t-shirts, which barely hovers above knees. Seeing her in my clothes fills me with a certain adoration I can quite explain. Every time I see her in an article of clothing of mine, whether it is a hoodie or shirt, I love her even more.
"Coffee," she moans tiredly, eyes half shut taking a seat at the end of the table. I pull out a mug from the cupboard and pour her a cup. Leaving it black, like how she likes it, I place it gingerly in front of her. Grasping it like it's her lifeline, she takes a tentative sip. I give her my plate of eggs and prepare to make some more.
Cracking the eggs into a bowl I ask, "Did I wake you?"
She takes another sip before replying, "Sort of, someone was missing from bed and I couldn't fall back asleep," she states humorously. "What are you doing up so early anyway?"
"Couldn't sleep," I smile turning to look at her, thinking about the upcoming event. "Besides I'm scared about what the guys have planned tonight," I shudder just imagining what Spinner could have come up with.
"Marco and Jimmy should have it under control," she responds picking up some eggs with her fork. "In any case I've lectured them both, if any of you show up hung over tomorrow I'm allowed to commit justifiable murder," she says nonchalantly.
"Noted," I state. "Let it be known to you as well, that you will be in the presence of a minor. I will not let you corrupt my baby sister," I feign sternly. From the corner of my eye, I can see Ellie roll her eyes a grin on her face.
"She's sixteen, I'm pretty sure high school has already corrupted her, but I'll keep it PG-13," she promises, continuing to eat. Nodding to her guarantee, I finish making my plate and join Ellie at the table. She shifts her eyes from her food to me and wrinkles her brows.
"Why are you looking at me like that," I ask catching the change in her expression.
"You're not gonna kiss me good morning?"
"Why do I have to initiate the good morning kiss? I always kiss you good morning, how about you kiss me for once."
"It's an unspoken rule that whoever wakes up first is the one to give the good morning kiss, which if I recall is you Mr. Eggs Benedict," she refutes pointedly.
It's our usual childish argument, which I'm happy to oblige in. Sighing in defeat, I lean forward and give Ellie a not so subtle kiss. "Good Morning my lovely, what else can I serve you with?"
"Ass," she accuses grinning.
"Excellent idea," I joke. "How about right here in the kitchen."
"As enticing as that sounds," she teases, "I think I'll hold off until tomorrow night," she eludes, a seductive tinge in her voice.
"Oh," I rouse, liking where this headed. She glances away innocently but the flush in her cheeks gives away what she's really thinking. I clutch the leg of her chair and promptly pull Ellie closer to me. She yelps in enjoyment and with my hand on the back of her head I kiss her excitedly. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.
I will never stop holding your hand
I will never stop opening your door
I will never stop choosing you babe
I will never get use to you
15 Minutes
"Will you stop squirming already," Joey laughs, watching me watch my reflection in the mirror. I keep fixing my tux and shuffling my feet, anticipation and anxiety coursing through my body.
"Seriously dude, relax, there's nothing to be so worked up about," Marco supports walking over and patting my shoulder. Nodding vigorously I continue to stare at my mirror image, exhaling a deep breath when I can no longer stand.
Taking a seat I bend over and run my hands through my hair, feet tapping at their own accord. Trying to calm myself I shake off the restless feelings. "Gah, I can't! I'm so excited and at the same time nervous, I don't know what do!"
"Hey man, we know," Jimmy consoles gesturing to Joey. "It's like this for everyone. As long as you know you're making the right decision the edge will go away."
"I can honestly say I've never felt so sure about anything in my entire life," I chuckle knowing that what I'm about to do will undeniably fall under one of the best moments in my existence. It's hearing the words spoken aloud and the sureness behind them that clears any nerves that I might have.
"Then you're good! Trust me once you see her..." Marco trails off, a fairytale look in his eye, "You'll be blown away," he finishes smiling broadly.
Just then a knock comes from the door and Paige pops her head out, "It's time guys," she chimes. Jimmy gives an encouraging smile and Joey pats my shoulder sympathetically before shuffling after Paige. Marco's heading for the door but I grab his arm and pull him to the side.
"Craig, what is it," he asks looking around observing the room before meeting my eyes.
"You know I love her Marco, I wouldn't hurt her. I never meant to hurt her and I wouldn't even dream of doing it now," I tell him distinctly.
"Craig I know, we've talked about this already. I was wrong to judge you before, I know that now," he answers genuinely.
"I didn't want you to think that because I was nervous that I was gonna do something stupid," I admit worried that he might disapprove.
"I would have been more concerned if you weren't nervous," he laughs obviously certain of my feelings for his red-head best friend.
"So does this mean..." I trail off using my most charming of smiles.
The shorter gentleman places both his hands on my shoulders and stares straight into my hazel eyes, "You have my full and unaltered blessing." I pull him into hug to show my appreciation; having Marco on my side just makes things so much easier.
Joey walks in then, "Craig?" he points to the door signaling it's time to go. I smile at Marco and follow Joey out the door.
I stand on the L.A. sandy beach where Ellie and spent our day out two years ago. I breathe in the salt water air, smiling as the memories play through my head. Everyone's seated and waiting patiently when the music starts to play. I turn my attention down the aisle where Angie and Marco begin to march down the walkway. My little sister looks beautiful in her black bridesmaid dress and her hair half-up. Soon after them, Jimmy and Paige make their way down followed by Joey and Caitlin, who look so cozy together I think Joey might not be going back to the hotel alone.
I don't dwell on this to much because shortly the guest's rise and turn their attention to where I have my eyes glued. Ellie appears in a white heart-shaped mermaid style dress, a black ribbon tied at the waist that descends down to her train. Her red bangs are swept to the side and her scarlet hair is curled into waves that fall behind her shoulders with a few strands dropping in front, a simple white veil resting on the top of her head. She's marching down the aisle with her father clad in his army uniform, with a smile so wide her face must hurt.
I'm beaming as Ellie walks closer towards me looking even more radiant and gorgeous than she was mere seconds ago. Her emerald eyes are bright with elation and I know I can say thing about mine. My heart races even more the nearer she becomes. Finally reaching me she kisses her dad on the cheek and takes my hand that I hold out for her.
You still get my heart racing
You still get my heart racing for you
You still get my heart racing
You still get my heart racing for you
Handing her bouquet to Caitlin she takes both my hands in hers and takes a calm breath. Peering into my eyes Ellie smiles so delicately and my breath catches in my throat. I smile back and I must look like an idiot because Ellie lets out a giggle and I let out a small laugh too. She's so happy and it's because of me, of us.
"Friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness the matrimony between Craig Manning and Eleanor Nash. Where they wish to join themselves in the honorable bond of love," the minister states looking out to the crowd of guests. "Who gives this woman away?"
Both our eyes turn to Colonel Nash who stands beside his wife, his arm wrapped around her shoulders and holding her close. "Her mother and I," he says strongly a joyful sadness in his eyes. I nod my head in gratitude and look back at Ellie.
"Very well, we may proceed with the vows, if you will," he bows towards Ellie indicating she's to speak first.
"Craig, since the summer I got to know you, I knew you were everything that I wanted. You made me smile without saying a word, made me feel special just by looking at me, and just by saying my name you gave me goose bumps. And still to this day you still manage to do all of these things. You're the only person that can make me feel better without having to do anything, and the only one I know that can make me giggle like a school girl. No matter what happened between us in the past we still somehow found our way back to each other." She starts to choke up and tears brim her shining green eyes, pushing them down she continues, "You have made me happier each passing day that we've been together than in any other years prior. I love you Craig, and today is honestly just a dream come true, because I'm marrying you, my soul mate. The guy who all those years ago stole my heart and had me dreaming that one day I'd be his bride. I love you; and I will continue to love you with all my heart."
A tear slips out but she's smiling so brightly that it doesn't matter. I can't stop grinning and hell I don't even care because the Ellie Nash, the woman who has gotten me through my darkest times, is pledging her love for me in front of everyone. Joy doesn't even begin to describe my emotions right now.
The minister now directs his attention to me, and it's my turn to speak. Trying to catch my breath, I begin to speak. "Ellie, we've been through a lot, all of which were my doing. But throughout everything, you always seemed to find the grace to forgive and love me each and every time without falter, at least I would hope." The guest's chuckle and Ellie makes a face which makes me I laugh, and when she smiles I carry on. "If it wasn't for you believing in me and encouraging me to pursue my dreams, I wouldn't have the strength I do now. And while I could say it's because you pushed me to go after my future, it's not, because even if I hadn't left for Vancouver all those years ago, I still trust that we would be here today, promising to love one another always. Elle, you are my best friend, my inspiration, and the woman I love. I will never stop trying to be everything you ask for, because you deserve it. I love you Eleanor Nash, I always have and I always will."
I will never stop trying
I will never stop watching as you leave
I will never stop losing my breath
Every time I see you looking back at me
Tears are escaping both our eyes now, and I can't stop looking at Ellie, wanting to kiss her soft glossy lips. To have her finally be mine and have everyone witness it. The minister looks to both us before speaking again. "Craig Manning, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife. To live together in the estate of matrimony, where you promise to be faithful and true to her, and to love her, honor her, comfort her, and cherish her in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," I answer lovingly, my hazel eyes never wavering from Ellie's glowing features.
"And do you, Eleanor Nash take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband. To live together in the estate of matrimony, where you promise to be faithful and true to him, to love him, honor him, comfort him, and cherish him in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," she repeats smiling so beautifully through her tears.
The minister looks between us before speaking up again, "And now for the exchanging of rings, Craig if you will." I twist my back to Joey who hands me the thin silver band before returning my gaze back to Ellie. "Craig, while placing the ring onto Eleanor's finger, please repeat after me; I Craig Manning..."
Sliding the ring on I reiterate, "I Craig Manning..."
"Take the Eleanor Nash, as my wedded wife..."
"Take the Eleanor Nash, as my wedded wife..."
"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse..."
"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse..."
"For richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."
"For richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part," I conclude. Ellie smiles wider and I can feel her tremble under my touch.
"Miss Nash, if you will," he nods to Ellie. She twists to her side and receives a matching silver band from Caitlin before reverting back to me. "Eleanor, while placing the ring onto Craig's finger, please repeat after me; I Eleanor Nash..."
Slipping the ring on, she repeats, "I Eleanor Nash..."
"Take the Craig Manning, as my wedded husband..."
"Take the Craig Manning, as my wedded husband..."
"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse..."
"To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse..."
"For richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."
"For richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part," she finishes still smiling, love written all over face. The minister is still speaking but my focus is solely on Ellie. In just a few moments we'll be declared to each other in the most intimate of ways.
"It is by my authority vested in me by the state of California, that I may pronounce you husband and wife. You may now your kiss bride," the minister closes. Without hesitation I grip Ellie by the waist and enfold my arms around her back. She wraps her arms around my neck and meets in me in an eager kiss. We're fervent as neither of us wants to pull away but slowly our lips separate, our heads leaning on each other. Moving her hands around to caress either side of my face she laughs softly at the realization. I join in her laughter as I stare helplessly into the green eyes that have gotten me through the roughest times of my life.
The applause starts to resonate between us, when we remember that we're not alone. Turning away from each other slowly we look at our guests standing and clapping for our union. Ellie takes back her bouquet of roses, lilies, and tulips and clasps my hand as we walk down the aisle hand in hand, as husband and wife.
...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Craig Manning!"
We enter the club we've reserved for our reception arm in arm, waving to everyone who's cheering for us. I haven't let go of Ellie since we left the beach and I don't plan on it anytime soon. She's finally my wife and I couldn't be more ecstatic.
"Everyone please join me in turning my attention towards the couple, while they prepare for their first dance together as husband and wife," the singer from the band we've hired bellows through the microphone. I trail my hand down Ellie's arm taking hold of her hand as I lead her to the dance floor. The band starts to play a memorable tune as I place my hand behind the small of Ellie's back and hold the other up as we begin to sway to the music.
"This place looks familiar, have we been here before," Ellie asks speaking softly looking around the average size club.
"Yeah, it's the place you came to see me play for the first time after running into you in L.A," I whisper my lips by her ear. She meets my eyes than, a light of amazement behind them.
"Craig," she breathes still overwhelmed by today's emotions. "This is perfect."
"I just wanted our wedding to be reminiscent of the way we found our way back to each other. We'll always L.A after all," I remind her, grinning as we continue to move to the melody.
"You're not going soft on me are you Manning," she challenges, a soft smile on her lips.
"Only if you say so, Manning," I counter tapping her forehead with mine.
I will never stop holding your hand
I will never stop opening your door
I will never stop choosing you babe
I will never get use to you
A/N: WOW! So holy shit this is long, but it doesn't matter because it's filled with such fluffy goodness! No joke, I fan-girled over my own story, can you believe that. I couldn't help it though just imaging them doing these things made me giddy. We deserve this ending, am I right! GAH I need a Crellie wedding special in the near future.
Anyway I was trying not to give away the fact they were getting married until the end but I'm pretty sure I made it obvious with the picking out a cake thing and possibly the guest list thing. I did put in some clues, to make it like a figure it out kind of thing but I probably failed at that. Whatevskies though because it got done and if you don't know already I love writing future-fics so expect more. The next one should be a good mix of everything but don't expect that anytime soon, I'm still emotionally drained from writing this. I'm also sorry with the wedding details, I suck with writing description but I googled a lot of that stuff, so I tried my best.
As for the song its 'Never Stop' by Safety Suit the wedding version because it's absolutely adorable and just the sweetest song I've ever heard. I don't own it nor do I own any of the pop culture references I made within this chapter.
Also as a side note, if any of you have read my other story Come Home Soon, do you think I should write a story like this (as in collected one-shots) about Julia and basically follow her life. If you haven't read it yet, I suggest you do because its Crellie related and I could really use some feedback. So I'm gonna stop now because this is getting long and I don't want to bore you anymore. Read and Review if you want too!
