Sylvia waited up for Charles, and soon enough he had appeared. He looked so excited that she thought he was going to burst.
"Charlie," she laughed as he pulled her into his arms.
"Lets get married, Syl." he murmured, his lips pressed close to her ear.
"Oh Charlie," she murmured, stroking his cheek.
"Lets get married on this ship," he said.
"I -I've spoken to the pastor and he said he'd do it either tonight or tomorrow..."
She wanted to melt as his fingers caressed her cheek like she was the only important thing he owned.
"Oh Sylvia, please say yes, I I know I don't earn a lot, b-but well I've got a nice new house and a garden and and... And...and you won't have t' work for that 'orrible cow ever again," he vowed.
Sylvia chuckled softly at his jittering and kissed him lovingly on the cheek before wrapping her arms around his strong neck.
"Please Syl," he murmured as their eyes met. "I...I love you..."
Sylvia's heart melted as she stared at the handsome officer.
"Charlie, how on earth will you get witnesses at ten o clock at night?" she murmured.
His eyes widened with utter delight.
Without warning, Charles Lightoller kissed Sylvia with more passion than he had ever done before which sent Sylvia all light headed.
"Don't you worry about that my darling I've got it all sorted," he murmured.
Sylvia laughed, butterflies fluttered in her stomach as they embraced each other.
"I promise I won't let you down Sylvia," he murmured.
"I never said you would," she murmured her reply, resting her head on his strong chest.
Her Charlie...she smiled as he held her lovingly, listening to the light humming rhythm of his heart.
Sylvia Lightoller. It had a nice ring to it, it sounded better than Hawley Wilson or whatever her name was. Charles and Sylvia Lightoller...she liked that even more.
"How much time do you need to get ready?" he asked gently.
Sylvia gazed up at him, still smiling.
"Not long, about fifteen minutes," she replied, blushing but yet smiling all the same as he nuzzled her neck.
"I'll let you get ready then," he murmured, ever so quietly, planting a loving kiss on her lips before he reluctantly left to get ready himself.
Sylvia pulled out a White summer dress which she had brought to wear in France, but it would suit perfectly as her wedding dress.
She gazed in the mirror, her heart fluttered. She was going to be Charlie's wife.
Quickly, she changed, did her hair and makeup without any help.
At ten fifteen, there was a light knock at the door.
It was the Welsh officer had come to collect her.
"You look lovely, miss. Charlie's a lucky lad." he stated, wide eyed yet smiling.
"Thank you, and please call me Sylvia, I'm not really second class," she admitted.
The younger officer laughed.
"Then you must call me Harry - I hate Harold...it's such a mouthful."
Sylvia laughed softly as he offered her his arm and led her professionally to Charles.
"He'll look after you, Y'know, Charlie... He'l treat you like a princess."
Sylvia blushed.
"That's not the reason I'm marrying him. I'm marrying Charlie for love."
Harold Lowe gazed at the woman beside him and grinned. Charles really had picked himself a very good wife indeed.
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It was only a short ceremony, for which Sylvia was glad. She stood silently beside Charles yet happy at the same time as their fingers locked together.
Charles couldn't take his eyes off of Sylvia. She was simply beautiful in her White summer dress, she wore her hair down and had curled it a little. He preferred it straight, but she still looked beautiful.
Murdoch stood to his right, grinning like a Cheshire cat, for he had won his bet with Lowe about Charles marrying Sylvia.
The pastor kept it short, and suddenly Sylvia found herself saying several "I' do's," before she and Charles were announced husband and wife.
"Cough up Lowe," sang Murdoch as he watched his best friend sign the register. Sighing, Harold Lowe reluctantly placed two twenties and a ten pound note in his superiors hand, regretting ever getting involved in the bet in the first place.
"I'll tell Ro," he whined. He knew Mrs Murdoch had a soft spot for him after he had practically dragged her into the lifeboat on the Titanic.
"Tell her all ye want, she'll only call ye a silly fool for agreeing to it." replied Murdoch, shoving the fifty pounds in his trouser pockets as Lights walked out with Sylvia on his arm.
"Eye, but she'll give me it back," muttered Lowe, grinning.
"She bloody will not." huffed William.
"She gives me fifty quid every Christmas for saving her," argued Harold.
William almost keeled over at the fact.
Harold, now satisfied that he had won one over on his superior went back to his duties, whistling loudly.
"LOWE!"
He paused and turned back to Murdoch.
"Scrub the deck."
"Piss off you grumpy old git!"
"NOW! Or you'll be doing it for a month."
Harold clenched his jaw, grabbed a bucket, mop and sponge and stomped out of the room, tripping over the mop as he went.
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Sylvia was now in Charles's arms in her state room, and she was the happiest she'd ever been in a long time.
"Are you happy?" he asked. Sylvia was amused at this.
"Reading my mind already, are we?" she mused, reaching up and kissing her husband lovingly on the lips.
"Yes I'm very happy. Are you?" she replied.
"Indefinitely so," murmured Charles, beaming as she kissed him.
He kissed her back, leading a trail of peppered kisses along her jawline and neck.
Sylvia gazed at her tiny wedding ring, admiring it's beauty. She was glad it was only small, she hated the huge chunky one Madeline always wore... it always made her finger look fatter and more stubbier than it actually was.
She was so comfortable with Charles. Not nervous or jittery, just herself as he practically worshipped her like a princess. She smiled as he brought his lips back up to meet hers, and kissed him back with just as much love and passion.
She knew he was gutted that he would have to leave to do a walk around for Murdoch soon.
"You should write out a resignation letter," he murmured.
Sylvia's eyes widened a little.
"But what will I do all day?" she asked.
Charles laughed and shrugged.
"I don't know, whatever wives do..."
She smiled as he kissed her again.
"I love you, Charles Lightoller." she murmured, looking up at him.
"And I love you, Sylvia Lightoller." he replied, matching her gaze. Right now, he felt nothing but pure bliss and happiness as he held his new wife close in his arms.
Life for once, seemed positively and absolutely perfect.
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A/N
Aww...short but sweet don't you think? I'll make up with the other chapter being longer which I might put up tonight if I get it done. :) don't forget to review! xox
