Sorry its been a while guys but I've been so busy with college essays I've barely had any time to write and I've also been ill. I know since my last update charriet have split up but we all know they will soon be back together and i will carry on my fanfiction anyways. I really hope you all like this chapter and have fun reading it. I love all of you who take the time to read this :) xxxxx
Cains POV
I was awoken by the quiet tweeting of the birds, like they do in the fairy tales. I suppose my life was like a fairy-tale at the moment, I had the woman of my dreams and everything was perfect or as close to it as I could get. I still can't really believe I'm getting married, not only because I thought I'd never do it again but also because I figured she wouldn't want to. I knew she'd been hurt in the past so I wouldn't have blamed her, I had too. I honestly still found it strange that we were even together, who'd of thought that clumsy kiss in the church all those months ago would have resulted in this. It wasn't just the best relationship I'd ever been in; it was also my most normal. Obviously we'd not had the easiest of roads but compared to every other relationship either of us had been in, it had been a breeze. Yeah we had our hiccup at the start but that was nothing, I just didn't want to risk hurting her but now I know I never could.
I was snapped out of my trance when I heard Harriet groan beside me.
"Ugh, what time is it?" She asked, stretching and yawning at the same time.
"No idea, hang on." I say turning round to look at the alarm clock. "It's 8.00." I tell her, wrapping my arms around her again.
"I am so tired." She says, putting her head down on the pillow.
"That makes two of us." I reply, stroking her arm as I smile at her.
"Maybe staying up till 3 wasn't the best idea." She says as she makes herself more comfortable in my arms.
"Yeah, maybe not. Who's idea was that though?" I laugh, poking her lightly.
"Next time I have an idea like that, tell me I'll regret it in the morning." She tells me, also laughing herself.
"I love you." I tell her, I'd not replied to her earlier statement, just stared at her for a few minutes. She was mesmerising, I could look at her all day.
"I know you do, I love you too." She says, leaning up to capture my lips in a kiss. I reciprocate quickly, pulling her back closer as I continue to kiss her. Safe to say this wasn't our normal "good morning kiss" routine we'd become accustomed to. After a few minutes we each pull away from each other, slightly breathless.
"Harriet." I say, capturing her attention again.
"Yeah?" She asks, smiling at me.
"Can we talk?" I question putting my hand on her waist.
"Sure?" She says, the tone of her voice changing slightly, evidently more worried than before.
"It's about the wedding." I tell her most likely worrying her even more. "I want to set a date."
Harriet's POV
"A date?" I ask, subconsciously wondering why. I mean I knew he wanted to get married but I didn't think he was that keen.
"Yeah." He replied, gulping afterwards.
"Well sure, I mean we haven't picked a venue yet but I'm sure that won't take long" I tell him smiling, I was more than happy to move things along, the sooner we were married the better.
"I can't wait to marry you." He says, running his hands through my hair.
"Likewise." I reply, kissing his lips softly.
In the last few months we had grown even closer, he could be totally upfront with me as I could with him. It was like we trusted each other totally now. I'd not even thought about planning the wedding, I had no idea he wanted to do it this soon until now. I smile softly at him, tugging at the sheets to throw them over our heads as we continued to kiss.
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Harriet's POV
It was a while later now, we'd both gotten up, got dressed and had breakfast.
After a jittery breakfast, with excitement shaking my hands , I stood up smiling at the man sat across from me. The man I would never have predicted to be stood across from me, staring at me with his mesmerising eyes, and that messy, jet-black hair; and those muscular shoulders...
I blink, holding back a blush that threatened to colour my cheeks. Without hesitation I fluttered a smile towards Cain as I pulled on my jacket.
We stepped out into the brisk morning, a bustle already thriving across the village; a hive of cheerful activity. It was nice to see such a bright change after the usual drama that coursed through Emmerdale's worn veins.
We decided to take a cab into town, in case we decided to stop off at the pub afterwards, tell everyone the good news.
Wow, I'm actually getting married! A smile started inside and wouldn't stop growing, and it was infectious, I looked at Cain and I could see it pluck up his lips, I loved it when he smiled.
It wasn't long before we pulled up, directly in front of a breath taking view. The building that stood before me was the perfect thing, a quaint square of a building that was covered in clinging ivy; threads of green that hugged the very structure itself. The door was by far grand, a gorgeous maroon that mimicked that chocolate you'd sneak at midnight.
"Cain..." I gasped, taken aback by the beauty of the place. He looked at me, staring into my eyes with a glitter that threw a handful of butterflies stuttering into my stomach. And the smile again!
"I knew you'd like it." He grinned even more, his teeth peeking through.
"It's amazing!" I say, but a cloud of doubt began to rain on this parade. And it grew even more when we stepped over the threshold.
Cain's POV
That smile! Where it all began.
The sparkle in her eyes fluttered deeply as we walked forward through into the "Home Suite".
I led her to the desk, speaking softly to the staff as I requested our room key.
It wasn't until we got into the elevator that I realised something was wrong. Harriet had left the building, her body a cold outer shell with me in the lift. There was something wrong.
I reached out to her, my arm squeezing gently around her waist; a relentless move to comfort my fiancé.
"Harriet?"
Harriet's POV
The cloud just grew and grew, and I knew that this didn't feel right; it felt too much, like we didn't need to try so hard...
"Harriet?"
His words were my lighthouse, pulling me ashore out of the deep waters of doubt.
I looked to him, and smiled feebly as the doors blinked open; releasing in a blast of cold, air conditioned air.
"Cain, I-"
He already knew, I could feel it in the way he held me, the way he smiled, the way I knew I was marrying the right man.
"I need to get some air." I sighed, clicking my tongue.
"Yeah, me too," he spoke.
As we left the hotel, I felt a weight shift away; not gone but still there.
"Cain, I feel like there's an elephant in the room."
He smiled reassuringly, a gesture for me to continue.
"Why do we need all this fuss?!," I throw my arms up, "I know you're only doing this to be kind, and I understand, but why do we need so much flavour, when we can settle for the more traditional approach? I don't know if you agree, but this feels too alien to me, I feel like I'm swimming in deep waters, and the only way I can breathe is if I hold onto you, Cain. But this, this is too much, and I'm drowning."
Silence filled the space between him and me, and I felt a wave of stupidity wash against me, eroding away my strength to cope.
But he agreed, with one quick movement he kissed me.
And the water was gone, I was stood ashore, a brilliant beach, in glorious sunshine.
Cain had saved me from my own doubts.
"I think the Church too." He smiled, his lips smoothing across my cheek, towards my mouth, which by now was a full grin.
"Really?" I ask, making sure this was something we both desired.
"Yes really, how does November catch you?" he questions, smiling, his gaze lost within my eyes.
"Novembers perfect." I reply, mimicking that same smile. "I love you Cain Dingle." I add, enveloping myself in his arms
"I love you too" He replies, kissing my forehead.
