Chapter 10

Stiles

Flashback to their Wedding

"I am going to jump out of my skin," I say as I jump up and down in my white button up, bow tie and black pants. I try to calm down to think about something else. Nothing works.

"Your heart beat is really fast," Scott says.

"I know dude. I'm trying to calm down."

"And you reek," Malia adds as she walks up in a light blue dress. She is one of Lydia's bridesmaids. She's the special one, the maid of honor or whatever. I lean back on the wall of the building. The wedding is outside. The isle that she will be walking down is just outside of this door. And I am terrified. I have to walk out first and then Scott goes with Malia and Kira goes with Liam. When I saw Lydia earlier she was really sad. When I asked her what was wrong she shook her head. So I knew. Allison. I miss her too but Allison was Lydia's best friend even before I was her best friend. And she died because of me.

"Sorry," I say to Malia. "It's-"

"Anxiety," she finishes. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous."

"What happened this morning when you saw her?" Malia asks. "She came back smelling like tears."

I close my eyes, trying to pretend that didn't hurt my soul.

"Malia would you stop freaking him out, please?" Scott asks.

"It's okay. She's not freaking me out. I'm freaking me out. It's not just about getting married. It's about being married because once I'm in that's it."

"What do you mean?" Scott asks.

"I'm worried she won't want to be with me forever, that she'll realize what she is doing and run. I know it's stupid."

"Yeah it is very stupid. Especially considering how she was just telling Kira and I that she was worried you'd realize your too good for her."

"She said that?" I ask, shocked. That couldn't be further from the truth. She is way better than I am. She didn't kill people. She didn't like killing people, twisting knives in her best friend or murdering innocent people. She doesn't have to remember liking it.

"Stop it dude. You're freaking out," Scott says.

He's right thinking about it makes it worse. It makes me think about how I liked it.

"I know. I keep thinking about when I was the nogitsune and how I killed all of those people," I say.

"Why would you think about that right now?"

"Because I am not good enough for her not the other way around."

"This is crazy! You wouldn't have proposed if you didn't think this was going to work out! And she wouldn't have said yes if she didn't think it was going to work out! So both of you need to shut up!" Malia yells.

She's right. She's totally right.

"Don't think about that right now," Scott says and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"You're right," I say. "You're both right. She was sad about Allison this morning because she isn't here. That's why I'm thinking about it."

"Stop," Scott says and drops his hand.

I see my dad and Melissa come back towards the building. There are two windows in the doors so I can see the crowd. The isle is white with chairs on either side and hanging jewels and flowers from the above cover. The alter is covered in white roses and jewels with pops of blue color including fabric weaved in through the entire thing.

"Hey son," dad says and pats me on the shoulder. "We have to go out there soon."

"I should go back to Lydia," Malia says and then walks over and hugs me. I hold her tight for a long moment trying to listen to her and let it relax me somehow.

"You're my best friend and you made our friend very happy. I'll see you out there," Malia says with a smile and pulls away. I thank her as she walks away.

"I should go back too if we're starting soon," Scott says. "Fifteen year plan. It worked, Stiles. Today you aren't robin, you're freaking Batman." We both laugh a little bit before he nods to go back to walk with Malia.

Now it's just me and my dad. Melissa walked back to be with Lydia before we went out there.

"You did it son," Dad says. "You got the girl you've always wanted. I hoped you would but she's a special one. I've seen how you two act even before you were together. You're marrying your best friend and that's really important."

"Thanks dad," I say.

"Now let's go get married."

I laugh and Melissa walks back over. They interlock their arms together as we all walk out. We don't have to slow walk or anything. We just walk to the front and stand there so that everyone can watch me as I crawl out of my skin. I might actually do that. Especially because everyone is looking at me now. I hate that. I hate that everyone is looking at me. I wish the others would just start walking because they are making me nervous. I try not look as nervous as I feel.

"Hey Stiles?" my dad calls. I look over at him, he's sitting in the chair in the front row not far from me.

"Yeah?"

"Don't pass out."

"Trying over here, dad."

"You're doing a good job, son."

Then the music starts. I convinced Lydia that we should play the Love Theme from Episode II. I wasn't sure if she would agree but it's playing. And just the sound of that makes me relax a little bit more. I can't help but smile because this is going to be one of the best days of my life.

Malia starts walking with Scott. Moments later Kira and Liam. Then there is a pause. And she comes out. Oh my god. I have to remind myself to breathe.

She is wearing a white, long dress with a train draping down the back. She has small amounts of jewels on her veil and dress. But that isn't what I am looking at. I am looking at the joy on her face. I've seen all of her faces and this is my favorite one. She is smiling with a full teethed, truly happy smile. Her lips quiver slightly when she sees me. Her eyes light up with happiness and they get glossy. I smile back at her. For that moment in the universe we are the only ones that exist. I find myself thinking about everything that has to do with her. She is so beautiful.

When she arrives close to me her mom puts her hand in mine. I hold her hand that soothes my trembling fingers. Her mom walks over to her chair and sits down as the man starts to talk but I don't listen to him. I just look at my bride.

"Hi Lydia," I whisper.

"Hi Stiles,"

She hasn't stopped smiling. Neither have I. My eyes are watery but I try to blink it away.

"It's okay," she mouths.

"I love you."

"I love you more," she says back.

"Stiles Stilinski do you take Lydia Martin…"

He continues talking but I only halfway listen. Of course I promise to care for, take care of her, love her, be with her and cherish her for the rest of my life. That is what I signed up for.

"I do," I say.

"Lydia Martin do you take Stiles Stilinski…"

She stares in my eyes the entire time, holding both of my hands tight to steady them. I don't think I have stopped smiling yet.

"I do," she says.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! Stiles you may kiss the bride."

I lean close and put my hand right behind her face. This is it. We're married. She's my wife and I never have to let her go again.

Our lips make contact and there is an explosion of clapping and cheering but most of all of love. I've never felt her push that much love into physical contact before. We kiss for a few long seconds, pushing each others lips close and then I hold her body close to mine. I want to feel her heart beat against my chest again. I guess I'll have plenty of time for that tonight after this is over.

We pull away after a few seconds and look at the crowd. Everyone is smiling and clapping and cheering. I grab her hand and look at her beautiful face.

"Ready, wife?" I ask her.

"For the rest of my life…yes."

I tug on her arm and we dance back up the isle into the building again. We have to go away for pictures and then go to the reception but I want a moment with my bride. I pull her aside from the people that are traveling all over. I get her to a little sitting room and close the door. I push her against the door and kiss her lips. She leans close to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and putting her fingers in my hair. I couldn't be more excited to never have to let her go. She pulls away just for a moment and looks at my eyes. I smile.

"What?" I ask her.

"I want you," she whispers.

"You have me," I say. "You have me for the rest of my life."