Chapter Seven
"P. Sawyer...get up. You're getting married today." Brooke whispers.
I open my eyes and smile when I see her with happy tears in her eyes. "No crying remember? At least not until the ceremony." I laugh. "I know, but God...you guys are getting MARRIED." she says.
"Well, we should get ready and head over to the church." I say excitedly.
Haley, Brooke, and I all get ready and drive over to the church. We're all going to be getting dressed and everything for the wedding in the small room that's been set up for us. Brooke gets started on my hair while Haley expertly applies my makeup. By the time all of that's done, we have twenty minutes before showtime.
Brooke and Haley help me into my dress and get it all zipped up. It's more than I could ever want. It's ivory and strapless with lace detail going all the way down to the train. It hugs my body in all the right places and I feel like a princess. I get all zipped up and we fix my veil. Once we're all dressed, the photographer comes in and takes a picture of all of us. I hear a knock on the door. "Peyton, sweetie, it's showtime." my dad says.
I take a shaky breath and Brooke takes my hands in hers. "You got this. You're going to be amazing." She kisses me on the cheek.
The wedding processional lines up. Lucas' sister Lily is our flower girl and Jaime is our ring bearer. Brooke is my maid of honor while Haley, my cousin Heather, and Bevin are my bridesmaids. Keith is Lucas' best man and Nathan, Skills, and Mouth are his groomsmen. Me and my dad get at the back of the line.
I can feel my dad staring at me. "What?" I ask laughing.
"I can't believe how much of a wonderful young woman you've become. You're mom would be proud. Both of them would be proud." he says. I feel a tear slip down my cheek and wipe it away as I hear the music start. Once everyone are in their places, the doors open and me and my dad make our way down the aisle to Lucas. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see everyone smiling and beaming, but I never take my eyes off of Lucas. I can see his breath catching and it makes me feel amazing knowing I can still take his breath away.
We finally reach the altar and the preacher asks, "Who gives this woman in marriage". My father steps up and says "I do" as he hands me over to Lucas. I hand my boquet of purple and white roses to Brooke and me and Lucas take hands and face each other. We both take a deep breath as the preacher starts.
"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered together here in the sign of God – and in the face of this company – to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore – is not by any – to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly – but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
"Lucas and Peyton have written some words for each other that they would like to share before the vows. Lucas."
Lucas looks deep into my eyes and I feel as though he's piercing my soul. "Peyton, I've loved you from the first time I saw you. Your grace, your beauty, your strength, and most of all, your heart. We have been through so many things that have led us to this point, and I can't imagine anyone but you being by my side. You are the strongest person I know, but I want you to know that I'll always be right by your side in case you ever need saving."
I make no move to wipe my tears away. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest. "Lucas, you were the first person who has ever really been able to bring down my walls of defense. And I was terrified that I would end up getting hurt, but that never happened. Our fairy tale may not be a conventional one, but it's a fairy tale nonetheless. I can't wait to start my life with you as your wife, and someday be the mother of your children. I love you with all of my heart."
" Do you Lucas take Peyton to be your wife – to live together after God's ordinance – in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?"
Lucas smiles at me with a tear in his eye. "I do."
" Do you Peyton take Lucas to be your husband – to live together after God's ordinance – in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him as long as you both shall live?"
"I do."
"May we have the rings?"
Jaime steps up proudly and hands us our rings.
Lucas slips the ring on my finger followed by my engagement ring. "I give you this ring as a sign of my love and as a symbol of our unity. With this ring, I thee wed."
I slip his ring on his finger and repeat the same words. "I give you this ring as a sign of my love and as a sign of our unity. With this ring, I thee wed."
"By the power invested in me by the state of North Carolina, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."
Lucas lifts my veil and our lips meet, and for that 30 seconds or less, it's just us and nobody else.
The whole church erupts into applause and there's not a dry eye in the house.
As we leave the church to get into the limo, we're showered with purple and white rose petals, the color scheme for our wedding and reception. As we drive to the site of the reception, Lucas and I cannot stop kissing.
"I love you Mrs. Scott." Lucas whispers
"I love you too Mr. Scott." I whisper back.
When we walk into the reception hall, there's another huge round of applause as the DJ introduces us as the "Brand new Mr. and Mrs. Lucas Scott!" Lucas takes me in his arms for our first dance as husband and wife as the first chords of "I Could Not Ask For More" start playing. We look into each other's eyes the entire time, totally oblivious to the photograper or all of the guests watching.
Everyone else joins us out on the dance floor after our dance before dinner is served.
Keith taps his glass as the signal for a toast. "I held Lucas right after he was born. I've been there through his entire life, and I don't think I've ever seen him as happy as he is when he's with Peyton. They have overcome tremendous obstacles to get where they are today, and it's not only made them stronger as individuals, it's made them stronger as a couple. Lucas, this is probably the proudest moment of my life so far. And Peyton, you are an amazing woman and the other half of Lucas' heart. I wish you all the happiness in the world."
Brooke stands up next. Everyone knows that this will be the toast most likely to have us rolling with laughter. "Peyton and I have been best friends since we were five years old. That's a long time. She always had a thing for Lucas Scott, although she would never admit it if you asked her back then. But I knew her better than that. The three of us had a pretty rocky relationship, but in my heart I knew that they were meant to be together. And love that's meant to be always finds its way. So to Lucas and Peyton, may they have many happy years together and make babies with amazing looks and my sense of fashion." Everyone claps and raises their glasses. I stand up and hold Brooke close to me. "I love you B. Davis." I whisper through my tears. "I love you too P. Scott." she laughs.
The reception is more than I could ever ask for. All of our friends and family there to witness the love that Lucas and I share for each other. By the end of the night, we're both exhausted. We get in the limo and head to the hotel by the airport where our honeymoon suite is awaiting us. We check in and Lucas carries me to our room. I giggle. "Put me down, Lucas Scott!" I demand. "Not a chance." We get into the room and Lucas sets me down. I take a look around the inside of the room and gasp. "Wow..."
Amid the king size bed, there's dozens and dozens of purple and white roses, a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket by the bed, candles everywhere, personalized robes and slippers, and a flat screen TV. Connected to the room is a enourmous bathroom with a shower stall and a huge jacuzzi.
Something catches my eye on the desk. I walk over and burst into laughter when I realize that it's a "boquet" with ribbons and inflated condoms. I read the note. "Enjoy your wedding night to the fullest. Have fun! Love, Nathan and Haley."
"So was it all that you hoped it would be?" Lucas asks me. I smile back at him. "Even if we had been married in your mom's backyard, it would have been perfect to me." I answer. He runs his fingers through my curls and kisses me softly. I wrap my arms around his neck, playing with his hakr. His fingers move to the zipper of my wedding dress, unzipping it slowly. I slip his tux jacket over his shoulders as we continue to remove each other's clothing.
Soon, we're both naked and just can't stop looking at each other with lust in our eyes. We fall back on the bed with him on top of me and continue kissing with the passion growing with each passing moment. His lips move from mine down my neck, to my collarbone, breasts, stomach, and farther. "Luke...please." I moan. Despite my protests, he takes his time, savoring ever inch of my body. I moan loudly as he takes my breast into his mouth, gently biting my nipple. I whimper softly.
Lucas positions himself over me and enters me slowly, taking his time and relishing the moment as if it is our first time. Which, in a way, I guess it is. We instantly begin moving together as one, both taking our time. Our moans and whispers of "I love yous" and "I need yous" are the only sounds. Our pace quickens as we both feel the end in sight. With one final thrust, Lucas collapses onto me. We're both sweating and exhausted, but feeling on top of the world.
We look into each other's eyes for a long time. "What?" I question when he stares a little too long. He smiles. "I don't think you've ever been as beautiful as you are now." My lips are slightly swollen from his assault on them, I'm wrapped up in the sheet, and my hair is a mess. But I couldn't care less.
Lucas and I lay in each other's arms for a long time afterwards, whispering to each other and sharing our hopes and dreams for the future, and talking about the honeymoon to Hawaii which we're leaving for tomorrow. We finally fall asleep around 6 am just as the sun is coming up.
A/N: I thought this chapter went quite well. It just seemed to flow really easily. I hope you guys liked it!!! Sorry it took so long to update, I'm working with a very old/slow computer!
