Phil's POV

She was utterly breathtaking. Sure, she wobbled just a little as she started walking down the aisle on her uncle's arm. Only my sharpened sight noticed the slight catch in her stride and the nervous tightening of her hand on Mitchel's arm. But that was my Jess. She concentrated herself on each step so hard, her face was strangely serious. I couldn't help smirking just slightly at her worried expression; tripping over her own feet was her greatest fear for this day…not the fact that she was marrying a famous YouTuber.

No, wedding herself to a famous YouTuber did not concern my Jess in the least, of course. As long as she didn't fall she'd be fine. I smiled wryly; my girl was extraordinarily fearless woman. I couldn't help but look for Thor, he wasn't in sight. Jess's Gran was there but no Thor. Then it occurred to me something must have happened. But I shouldn't worry about that at this moment.

No matter how long we lived, I would never deserve her –such an entrancing combination of strength and fragility, of fierce loyalty and abiding love. I felt my love for her swell in my heart. I had never loved her so much as I did in this very moment. Once she raised her eyes from the ground on which she carefully stepped, her beautiful brown eyes latched onto mine, and I could see nothing else. I'm sure that her dress was perfect –lovely and graceful on her slim form, modestly outlining her curves in a way that would drive me distracted later.

Later…much later…I would peel that dress off my beloved, and slowly, surely, we would become one in body like we did once before as we were becoming one in heart, mind and soul in mere moments. But I couldn't focus on her dress; I could only see her warm, chocolate eyes –melted chocolate –as warmth and emotion filled them. I could feel my own eyes burning oddly, too. Our love was like that…full, warm and complete.

But somehow, during the passage of these mere seconds, I changed…from a mere boy to a man. My age and appearance may look the same, but I would never be a boy again. I was ready, so ready to step up and become the husband of Jessica Leah Mage (A/N I can't remember the last name I used. I if I even made one). After seeming eons of gazing deeply into each other's souls as she drew ever nearer on her uncle's arm, she was here, at my side forever.

Mitchel slowly removed her trembling hand from his arm and giving me one last glare of warning saying never hurt his niece, he placed her hand in my much larger hand, clasping our joined hands together inside both of his in silent blessing. My eyes burned again with depth of my emotion at the fierce love in Mitchel Mage's eyes for Jess shone as his only niece prepared to give up the name family name and take mine instead. I nodded to him, acknowledging his warning…and promising with earnest eyes to cherish her, always.

He maybe Jess's uncle, but Mitchel would hunt me down and kill me or at least attempt to do so, if I ever let Jess down and I wouldn't…ever. The fact that she had chosen me burned joyously and gratefully in my heart. I knew very well how fortunate I was to have won her love. As Mitchel stepped aside to take his seat, Jess and I, our hands clasped, approached the minister, her friend Ellie's father.

As the minister spoke about our young love, about the value of marriage in our day and age, his words faded away as if I heard them from a distance; instead, my focus was upon the blushing beauty at my side. Jess had never been lovelier than she was at this moment –this moment in which she fulfilled my every fantasy and became mine. My own wife. Our vows were simple, traditional –the same words uttered by so many people, but rarely before by a couple like us.

Jess blushed and stammered a little as she repeated her vows, and I loved her all the more for the vulnerability she displayed. My own replies, while the more audible for the audience's sake than hers had been. Were spoken also from a place of great emotion as I barely resisted chocking up as I made the traditional promises that bound us together, forever. Then the minister pronounced us husband and wife, and her warm, chocolate eyes melted into mine, closing as our lips touched.

It was a solemn kiss, a binding kiss, a kiss of promise. With this searing kiss, we sealed our vows to love, honour and cherish one another…for as long as we both shall live. Our friends and family members conveniently disappeared –I didn't hear them or see them. We were alone as if alone, she was in my arms, where she could always seek and find protection and an eternal love. All too soon, we became aware of our audience, pulling slightly away from one another. Jess hiding her blush against my chest for a moment. But then I knew that my smile was exultant.

As the minister announced our names, my name now hers. I don't think I have ever been as happy as I was in that moment. Joy suffused my mind, body, my very soul, filling me to the brim and over the brim, over flowing magnificently. I couldn't contain myself or my joy as I laughed softly, pulling my beloved Jess Lester close to my side. "Baby, do you know where Thor is?" I ask. "No babe, I thought he was with Gran."

What has happened to Thor? Find out next time.