A/N: i was going to post this last night, but the site wouldnt let me...ok, heres the one you've been waiting for….the wedding part 1. It's a little shorter, because I have it split in to two parts, one Derek and one Meredith. I still cant decide how I feel about it, but, its cute…I think.
Thank you again for all the reviews….im a little under the weather….so I will reply to them, just might take me a few days to catch up on everything.
I only own whats mine….and unfortunately, greys does not fall into that category….
Seattle 2019 – October
I looked at my reflection in the mirror with disbelief. For once in my life, when everyone told me I looked gorgeous, and I actually believe them. Meg and I had found the perfect dress one afternoon long after we had given up trying. It was a white floor length gown, made of satin, so there was a shimmer whenever the light hit it. It was the first strapless dress I had ever worn, I had always been against them, but Meg insisted I try this on, and after I did, well, we knew it was it. My favorite part of the dress was the lavender. There was a lavender band around the top and one around the bottom, adding just the right amount of color. Meg, Izzie, and Christina all wore floor-length strapless lavender gowns, and looked gorgeous, despite Christina's insistence that she looked like a cow. Hannah and Halle each had on smaller versions of my dress, but the coloring was reversed, so they were mainly lavender with white bands. I thought they looked beautiful as well, Hannah agreed but Halle thought she'd look better in a tux. Lavender had been the one thing Derek had insisted upon. He wanted it to be our wedding color because it reminded him of me.
My hair had been expertly put up this morning and I was amazed it held up so well. The stylist had put it all up in a curly bun, save for a few tendrils, which curled around my face. So far, this day had been everything I could ever want and more.
"Mer?" I look up and see Meg at the door of the bridal suite, "They just sat Derek's mother. The guys should be walking out soon. Are you ready?"
I look at my childhood friend and smile. "I was born ready." I tell her.
"I know babe. You lucked out. It's gorgeous out, sunny, warm, unheard of for Seattle. Especially in October."
"Thanks, mom." I say, looking up. Meg just squeezes my shoulder.
"She'd be proud, Mer."
"I know. But thank you, I needed to hear that."
"Mer!" Izzie exclaims as she and Christina enter the bridal suite, "You look amazing."
"The guys just went out, it's time to get married." Christina tells me, her voice lacking excitement, as if this happens everyday.
The four of us walk out together, arm in arm. For the longest time, I wanted a family, I wanted sisters, what I didn't realize, was that I already had them. And what I'd do without them, is beyond me.
"Mommy!" I hear Hannah yell from the back of the church as both she and Halle run to me.
"You look beautiful," Halle says as she hugs me. Hannah nods her head and joins the hug.
"Ladies?" Meg interrupts, they're ready for you."
I watch with a smile as my girls take their places at the front of the line. I watch as Halle begins her walk down the aisle. Carrying a smaller version of the bridesmaid's bouquet, as both she and Hannah informed me that at twelve, they were too old to be flower girls. She steps out into the sunshine with a big smile on her face and her eyes focused on her father I'm sure. I imagine her smile growing as she gets closer to the man who gave her the thick, wavy brown hair and shinny blue eyes. The man who became her hero the minute she met him in that hospital room two years ago.
I bite my lip to keep from crying as Hannah begins to follow Halle's path, long blonde hair swept up similar to mine. I watch her walk, tentative at first, but I imagine she'll loosen up once she gets closer to her father and sister. Her father, who she was afraid of at first, like she is with all new people, but quickly learned he's a pretty wonderful guy. He did of course, teach her that dimples could be cool and that playing outside isn't all bad.
I know there's a tear running down my cheek as Izzie steps outside. Izzie, I don't even know where to begin. She went from annoying housemate to friend to my right hand. She was there for me the day I found out I was pregnant and the day they were born and has been there everyday since, the miserable days without Derek and more recently, the happier days with him. I know that I would not have been able to get this far if it weren't for her.
Meg wipes the few tears that are falling down my cheeks without smudging my makeup as Christina follows Izzie outside. She's been my person since day one. I always had her back and she always had mine. She was the one who found out it was twins and had given them their first nicknames, Thing 1 and Thing 2…and now, she was going to have one of her own.
"Mer?" Meg's voice interrupts my thoughts. "I have to go. You going to be ok?"
"Yeah," I tell her, smiling through the tears.
"'kay, love you."
"Love you too." I say, as I watch my childhood friend disappear out the door. My Meg, who had been there for everything, the ups, the downs, elementary school, middle school, high school, college, med school, my internship, my mother, and all the drama that went along with them. If anyone knows me, it's her. She's the one who conspired with me when we were kids and comforted me when we were teens and held me together as adults.
As I stood alone at the back of the church, I realized that after all the waiting and hoping and praying and the day was finally here. It had been a little over two years since Halle had gotten injured and Derek had walked back into our lives. It had been a year and seven months since Derek had proposed at sunset in Venice, and yet, it felt like it was only yesterday. It has been less than twenty-four hours since I last saw him, and it feels like a lifetime.
I take a deep breath as I hear the music change for my entrance. I briefly reconsider my decision to do this alone, I know I could have asked my dad or Richard to give me away, both men are in the audience, but neither seemed fitting. After all I had been through, I felt like I had to take this final step alone. As I step out of my hiding place and into the aisle, my eyes meet Derek's and I realize that these are the last steps I will ever take alone. At that moment, the tears stop running, I hold my head high, and a smile crosses my face. It takes all I have to keep myself from running down the aisle to him. Gasps from the audience fall on my deaf ears as I walk down the aisle toward my McDreamy.
