Here is the wedding chapter! Please enjoy.

Chapter 21: The Wedding (James' POV)

I was nervous. I will admit that I was nervous. I just could not believe that I was marrying Sarah. I was nervous because I did not want to ruin anything today…and it was highly possible that I would ruin some part of the wedding.

I paced around my room thinking and worrying. Does Sarah really care about me? Will I be a good husband? Will I be a good father? Does Sarah even want children? All of these questions kept popping into my head, and I could not get them out.

Then I heard my door squeak open. I stopped pacing and looked up. Standing in the doorway was Mr. Phillips. He smiled and sat down on the edge of my bed. He patted the spot next to him and I sat down. For a minute we just sat there. Soon enough Mr. Phillips broke the silence.

"Are you ready James?" asked Mr. Phillips.

"Yes, sir," I answered.

"You do not sound rather sure of yourself. Is something bothering you?"

That was when my head exploded and I started rambling, "What if I ruin the wedding? What if I am not the right man for Sarah? What if I let her down? What if she says no? What if—"

"James, calm down. You are saying a few 'what if' questions."

"Why does that matter?"

"It matters because 'what if' questions can be positive or negative, and true or false. For example: What if you do not ruin the wedding? What if you are the right man for Sarah? What if you never let her down? What if she says yes? Do you understand what I am saying? This type of question is confusing at best."

"Yes, sir…but I am still nervous."

"That is expected. When I married Sarah's mother…I was nervous. I paced around my room for hours. When they told me it was time for the wedding my heart started to beat faster. As I stood beside the priest I felt my knees shake. Then when I saw Sarah's mother walk down the aisle I was no longer nervous. She looked so confident and beautiful. My heartbeat slowed down and the shaking in my knees ceased. Once she was standing next to me I felt strong…and I have felt the same way since. When I stand next to Sarah's mother I feel strong—now it's time for the wedding."

Mr. Phillips stood up and I followed behind him. The wedding was outside, on the hill behind the house.

The area looked pretty good. The aisle led to a priest and a white table with flowers on it. On either side of the aisle were people sitting in chairs. They watched me as I walked down the aisle and stood beside the priest. He smiled at me and I tried to smile back, but I was too nervous to.

Suddenly the music started and everyone stood up. I looked up the aisle and saw the most beautiful thing…Sarah. Her hair was in its usual style and her eyes were their beautiful green. Her dress was white with ribbon outlining parts of it. The dress also showed off her figure. She looked beautiful, confident, and graceful…just as she always does.

My nervousness vanished and I relaxed.

Mr. Philips walked Sarah down the aisle. When he reached me he kissed Sarah on the forehead, and gave her hand to me. I took it and Sarah smiled. We walked up to the priest and he started talking—but I did not hear a thing…all I could think about was Sarah.

Then I heard the priest start saying my vows. "Do you, James Hiller, take Sarah Phillips, to be your wedded wife; to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do you part?"

That was when I said the two easiest words I had ever said, "I do."

Next the priest turned to Sarah and said, "Do you, Sarah Phillips, take James Hiller, to be your wedded husband; to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do you part?"

Sarah said the two words I had been longing to hear for years, "I do."

The priest went on talking for a minute before saying, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

With that I looked into Sarah's eyes and she stared into mine. At that moment my heart started beating faster and I kissed her. The crowd cheered, but I did not pay attention to them. I was more interested in the beautiful woman in my arms.

This kiss felt different from all of the others we had shared. This one felt like it meant something…that it proved there was a bond of love, between us.

Sarah broke off the kiss. I could have kissed her for forever, but it was a wedding. The kiss was meant to be short. She took my hand and we walked up the aisle. People cheered and threw flowers. We walked back to the house for our reception.

As we walked into the house I made sure no one was behind us. Then I pulled Sarah over to the sitting room and closed the door. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

She took a couple of steps closer to me and asked, "Was it you who put me into my bed last night, after I fell asleep."

I grinned, "Yes Mrs. Hiller, I did."

Sarah laughed and hugged me, "It will take me some time to get used to being called that."

"Mrs. Sarah Hiller, I promise to help you along the way."

"Will you?"

"Yes, I am your husband after all."

"If you are my husband, then you should know that we must go to our reception. It would be rather uncivilized if we did not show up."

Sarah walked to the door and I followed behind her. We walked into the ballroom and sat at our table. I pulled out the chair for Sarah and she sat down.

Soon enough, however, the craziest night of our lives would begin.