Oneshot

Her Happily Ever After

To be honest, it had been a while since Isadora Bonovich was that nervous. She sat here, alone in the morning while the sounds of ever busy Angeles buzzed outside. They weren't enough of a distraction, not when this out of all things was her wedding day.

To think that she had laughed at the idea mere five years ago.

She was still at home. Her bridesmaids (girls she had, before she had met Jason, never thought to be friends with) were still asleep after their adventurous bachelorette party the day before. To think she would end up inviting these six girls, when the Selection had been the last she wanted to do.

A soft knock echoed on the door.

"Come in."

In the door stood a sleep-drunken Tilly. The brunette nurse had only flown in from Whites this Friday (she still avoided Angeles like the pest, but quietly promised her best efforts to no one in particular) and now leaned in the door frame.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Nervous," Isa admitted. "Did you sleep well?"

Tilly shook her head. "Never. Angeles is far too hot. Why did you have to have a summer wedding? Winter is barely survivable here…"

Isa laughed. "Sorry, but I like my summer. Plus, Jason's always busy at work. It ended up being easier to do it just before all of his colleagues took time off for the school holidays."

"Yeah, I know the works. I work in medicine, too," she teased. Tilly had grown in the past five years, but that somewhat childish smile remained on her face. "That reminds me, when is Rho coming in this morning? Didn't she stay with her family and Jason tonight?"

"I'm sure she'll be here soon," someone—Kath, behind Tilly—said. With all of her friends coming from all sides of Illéa, the weeding weekend was the first reunion they had in a while. "We should get ready though. The stylist will be here so."

"Always so organised," Tate from the living room where they had their great sleepover, laughed. "We can always rely on you, can't we?"

"Someone needs to be the adult in the room," she teased. Isa rolled her eyes. Adulting wasn't her thing.

She did agree, though, and joined the others in preparing for her big day. Rho arrived too. As so often, Isadora had been glad to trust Africa with their styling and her choice of dress. Both bridesmaid dresses and wedding dress had been chosen together with Africa; making sure that the dress (that would certainly appear in many magazines) would fit and compliment her perfectly. Isadora couldn't help but be glad to have her as a friend. The dress, 'surprisingly calm for you, Isa' (Tate's opinion, not hers), made her feel not like a princess or queen, but the happy Isa she had become.

"You look beautiful," Tate promised her when she had changed in the dress and the stylist had finished her hair. "The lady of the hour."

"Thank you, Tate."

"Now you get to join yet another absolutely awesome family," Rho huffed.

Isadora cringed. "I think yours is still better than mine." At least her brother was coming to visit her. Nazar, not her father (god forbid) would be the one to walk her down the isle and pass her on to Jason. She smiled at the thought.

"Someone's in love," Africa teased.

"Maybe," she replied.

An hour and a half later, she stood outside the wedding venue. Guests, fans from the time of the Selection and the press waiting to catch a photo of her and her dress waited for her when the car finally arrived. Nazar waited at the venue's door step for her. A smile lit up on his face.

"My little sister is growing up," he told her as he helped her leave the car, gentle and slow because there was nothing to rush for. Nothing to hurry for. Nothing to catch. Jason would wait for her, give her all the time that he needed.

"Yes, I am," she smiled.

The doors opened, to the full hall and faces turning around to face her. Isadora took a moment to smile, when she saw Jason turn around and lit up. A tear of happiness left her eye. This was it. This was her happily ever after.

Nazar gave her a soft, little push and she headed on, past friends and family that she begrudged invited. Past her dear friends and family, towards her friends and Jason, waiting there for her. She beamed.

Her brother stopped, and turned to her, with a final smile, giving her a brief kiss on her cheek and handing her off to Jason's hand. His hand was soft and gentle, just as always. She handed her bouquet to her friends, and took his other hand.

The officiant begun speaking, "Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Jason and Isadora in marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife."

He spoke on, read on, but Isadora's attention did not stay with the words, but rather in the face of the one person that had chosen to choose her. When in the past, she never believed love to be worth another shot, here she was, willing to embrace a life with him together.

"Do you Jason, take Yelyzaveta Isadora Kateryna Bonovich, to be your partner in life and to share a path of life with; equal in love, embraced as a mirror for your true self, promising to honour and cherish her, through good times and bad, until death do you part?"

Jason smiled. "I do." His eyes didn't leave hers.

"And do you Isadora, take Jason Reynolds Junior, to be your partner in life and to share a path of life with; equal in love, embraced as a mirror for your true self, promising to honour and cherish him, through good times and bad, until death do you part?"

"I do." Her voice trembled with the tears in her eyes, but she meant it.

Dedicated to Moon. I planned to post this when it came out but I forgot, and when I updated Fallout, I remembered. Don't mind the typos, I wrote this in one hour as a stand-in.