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Patricia's POV
The piano starts playing – my cue to walk down the aisle – the moment of my life. My father is on the left side of me, and we start walking down, real slow.
After what seems like eternity, I finally reach the end, only to see Eddie, in a proper suit (that's a first!). He smiles at me and I smile back. My father lifts my veil and goes to sit down.
"Who gives this woman to this man?" the Priest asks. My mother and father stand.
"We do," they say in unison. While this is going on, Eddie and I are in our own world, lost in each other's eyes.
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At their new apartment
"I. Love. You. So. Much," Eddie said, as he looked into my eyes at the dinner table. Our party had ended a few hours ago, and Eddie was going to leave for Jake and Emma's in a few minutes time so Emma could come over here.
"Me too," I said, getting up from the table and turning to go to the kitchen.
"Should I do the dishes?" he asks, getting up too.
"Nah, I got 'em," I replied, walking into the kitchen. I fill the sink with hot soapy water and dunk the plates in. Just then, I feel him breathing on my neck. He kisses it, making trails down to my shoulder. I groan.
"Eddie… Let's… not start… what we can't finish…" I say, turning to face him.
"Mm, just. In. A. Sec," he said, now proceeding to my lips. We start kissing passionately, and soon I'm sitting on the kitchen counter, topless.
"Uh-uh," I finally say, pushing him off, "you need to get going… as much as I'd like to do this…" I mumble the last part.
"Did I tell you how hot you look like that?" he says in his thick American accent. "You should dress like that more often," he winks at me and kisses my cheek.
"EDDIE!" I say, blushing a deep shade of red.
"See you 'morrow," he said, smiling and kissing my cheek, before running a hand through his hair and straightening his shirt. Then, he grabs his car keys before heading out the front door. I sigh and grab my shirt from the floor and put it on. I step out of the kitchen, only to hear the bell ring. Opening the door reveals Emma, with her overnight bag.
"Hey there, Miller," she smirks.
"Whatever, Marith," I grin.
"Ah-ah," she says. "I'm not Marith yet," she does her signature smirk and makes her way in.
"So… Nervous? Excited?" I ask, curious.
"Nah, not really… Just hungry…" she replies, before walking to my kitchen and opening the fridge.
"Yup, that's my friend," I mutter before walking up to her.
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(A/N: Hey guys… My shortest chapter… Sorry… I'll update today again (: promise. Anyways, one review and I'll updateeeee :D. Thx for reading!)