Wedding Bells

Brittany's POV

Dave slowly walked up the aisle, with Claire right next to him. I kept my eyes on my sister though who rested in his hands, wishing I could make out her face, so I could tell just how nervous she was. I could only imagine she was a nervous as Simon.

And right now, he looked like a nervous mess.

I could see areas of his fur becoming slightly matted with sweat. He kept his paws clasped together, which was barely enough to keep them shaking.

As Dave approached the stool, Simon took a step back, making some room for Dave to set Jeanette down.

He set his hand close to the stool, allowing Jeanette to quickly hop over. She briefly fixed her dress, before clutching the small bouquet with both paws, and turned to Simon. They both seemed to freeze for a moment. They both stared at each other for the longest time, before turning to the preacher, who stood before them.

He smiled warmly at them, as he raised his arms, gesturing for everyone to sit. Everyone sat down, as Dave stood next to Simon and Theodore, with Claire joining me and Eleanor.

The preacher looked down at Simon and Jeanette, giving them a large smile. "There are times, that bring me pleasure, when I get to see two people, join in holy matrimony. Simon and Jeanette have prepared their own vows. So let us all listen, to what they have to say to each other."

I looked to Simon, and could see his whole body gently shaking, as he reached out, grabbing Jeanette's paws. He looked down briefly, before looking up at her.

"J-J-Jeanette." He briefly paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. "Since the day I first saw you, words could not describe how I felt. You were beautiful, stunning, and incredibly smart. I was happy to finally find someone who presented me a challenge with chess."

Everyone, including me, softly laughed.

Simon took another deep breath. "How I found you, is a mystery that I don't think you and I can figure out."

Dave then extended his hand, holding it open next to Simon. I could see a small glitter, quickly realizing it was the ring as he reached for it, and held it between him and my sister.

"This ring symbolizes many things. Our love, our commitment. But it cannot compare to one one thing. Because not even a gem, can compare to your beauty."

A lot of women, including me and Eleanor all let out a loud 'awwww' when we heard that. It was such a beautiful and sweet thing. I could see Jeanette relax a bit. Probably completely love struck from what Simon said.

He then pulled out Jeanette's paw, carefully slipping the ring onto her finger. She looked down at it briefly, before looking back to him. I could see her shoulders gently rise, as she took a deep breath, getting ready to speak.

"Simon. You are one in a million. And if I had time, I'd probably do the math to prove that is true. You are funny, smart, dreamy, and such a loving and caring person. There is no one, I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, than you."

This time, Claire came forward, holding her hand out next to Jeanette. She grabbed the ring in her hand, and held it between her and Simon.

"I give this ring, as a symbol to show my love for you, and the commitment we shall share together. For better or for worse. No matter the problem. We shall face it together."

She then placed it on Simon's finger.

The peached then looked out across the room, raising his voice. "Does anyone here have a reason why these two should not be married?" Nothing but silence filled the room.

The preacher then looked down to Simon and Jeanette, his smile only growing. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride Mr. Seville."

With his shaking paws, Simon grabbed Jeanette's veil, pulling it back over her head. He froze for a moment, looking at Jeanette in awe. I wondered a bit what Jeanette looked like. With her back to me, I couldn't tell what she exactly did to her face.

His paws slowly reached up, gently touching her sides. Slowly, they snaked around to her back, as he pulled his face closer to hers. She began to do the same. And in no time at all, their faces were pressed together, as they both entered the most passionate kiss I had ever seen them give each other.

Everyone in the audience was clapping and cheering at the sight.

I just weakly smiled, slowly clapping my paws. Despite how happy I was for my sister, my mind turned to me and Alvin. Thinking about how much I wanted to be in my sisters shoes, with Alvin right there, kissing me at that moment. My eye slowly roll over to him, as I see him clapping and cheering his bother on.

I was wondering what could possibly going through his mind. Was he actually thinking of marriage? Was this going to be something that would persuade him to ask me?

I slept with him. I thought that would be enough to persuade him. That, or trying to get pregnant, which I don't like to thinking about anymore.

But he must notice how happy his brother is must bright now. He must be feeling some sort of feeling like he is missing out on something.

After a few moments, Jeanette and Simon finally pulled away, turning to the crowd.

The preacher then spoke up one more time. "I give your Mr and Mrs Simon Seville."

The crowd cheered, as he and Jeanette climbed down the stool, and went running down the aisle.

"I am so happy for you Jeanette." I said, as I and Eleanor reach out to our sister to give her a huge hug, being careful not to ruin the fabric of her dress.

It was the first look I got at what exactly she did to her face. No wonder Simon was speechless. She had a very light shade of blue under her eyes. Her cheeks were a very rosy pink, with a very small about of glitter covering her face. I think this was the most make-up she ever put on. Still not as much though as I sometimes put on.

"Thanks you guys." She replied as she returned the hug.

After we pulled away, I smile at her, placing my paws on her shoulders.

"Consider this." I said, wanting to break the tender moment. "Now that you and Simon have tied the knot, you can lay the wife routine on him to get him to do anything you want."

She lightly chuckled, looking over to Simon, who stood a few meters away, with his brothers and Dave as they chatted. "You may do that to Alvin. But I won't do anything like that to Simon. I still have to break him in." She said, giving us a sly smile.

Me and Eleanor all lightly giggle.

"So, where are you going for you honeymoon?" I ask, giving my sister a little wink. Jeanette rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed with the little hint I dropped.

"Me and Simon will be leave for Florida tonight. Dave has hired helpers for driving and getting places. For one week, then will be back a few days before Ellie's wedding."

"I came to your wedding. You better come to mine." Eleanor joked.

Jeanette held up her rich paw, looking down at our younger sister. "Sisters promise."

Soft gentle music began to fill the room, as the lights gently dimmed a bit, creating a bit of a romantic feel. I looked over the room, seeing many people beginning to pair up in a slow dance.

I look back to Jeanette, and saw a paw tapping her shoulder.

She looked back, and saw Simon standing there, with a still very nervous expression across his face.

"Jeanette. "W-Would you like to dance?"

She gave a shy nod, as two tow joined paws, and began to dance away from us. I smiled at the sight I was seeing. It amazed me how shy those two were around each other, and they were married.

Just as I was about to speak to Eleanor, I head a very timid voice speak out. "Ellie. Do you want to dance?"

I looked back, and could see Theodore standing next to her. A large smile spread across her face, as she almost leap into his arms.

"Yes. Of course Theodore." She exclaimed happily, as she began to dance.

Two down, one to go. I mentally count in my head, and soon felt a mouth move close to my ear. The hot breath grazing across me ear.

"Hey beautiful. Would you like to dance with me?"

I roll my eyes and smile, as I turn and look back at Alvin. He had that large cocky smile on his face, gently tapping his feet.

"Is Alvin Seville asking me to dance?" I ask, pretending to sound shocked.

His eyes grazed upward, shaking his head. "Don't even bring the school dance up Brittany. That was two years ago."

I laugh, as I take his paws into mine, and look into his eyes. "And I am not going to let you forget it either. I had to force you to dance with me." I replied.

The two of us slowly twirled around. Moving in choreography to the music. My whole body felt so relaxed and calm. I rest my head on his shoulders, pulling closer to his body, feeling his heat radiate to mine.

"It was a beautiful wedding, wasn't it?" I ask, feeling so relaxed, that my voice was barely a whisper.

"Yeah." He replied. "I am really proud of Simon. What he did took a lot of guts."

"If you love someone, it is all worth it though." I said, still moving with his body to the music.

Alvin said nothing. Which was really weird. He would normally say something so that he would always have the last word.

I pull my head up, looking at him. His eyes seemed unfocused, staring into nothing.

Did I say something that got him thinking?

"What's wrong Alvin?" I ask.

He quickly shook his head, giving me a large smile. "Nothing. I was just thinking for a moment."

I eyed him curiously. Was he thinking about marriage? Were my words something that would persuade him to ask me? I tried to shrug to off, as I rest my head back onto his shoulders, trying to enjoy the dance.

Practice makes perfect. But they say no one is perfect, so why practice. Practice doesn't always make perfect in life. You can prepare, and prepare, but will never be fully ready for whatever for what it is you are practicing for.

Whether you are in a combat situation, or test. It is meant to soften the blow of something, to help you think more clearly. So in life, practice doesn't make perfect, but it does make it better.