He gazed out of the room's only window into a world of his own. It was his wedding day. He didn't think he had ever been this nervous before in his life.
Gods!! How did he ever catch a woman like her?
His hands shook as he attempted to do the last buttons on his dress jacket.
Damn!! He was nervous. He was very nervous. He was pacing the floor because he was nervous. Krath, he hadn't even been this nervous before his first holodrama.
"Hey, how are you holding up?" Kell Tainer asked as he entered the room.
"If I knew it would have been this nerve racking, I would have volunteered to go up against another Super Star Destroyer instead."
"Yah, I know. It's the only down side to the whole marriage deal. You have mynocks in your stomach until she walks down the aisle."
"What happens when she walks down the aisle?"
"Once you see her start down the aisle you will know everything will be all right,"
"I'll take your word for it."
"Come on. I told the Justice of the Peace that I'd make sure you reached the alter."
He let himself be lead from the small room he had been given as a changing room into the much larger room that contained his squad mates, past and present.
He watched Tyria join her husband and Wes Janson escort Shalla Nesprin to their seats. Then the music started and there was no turning back.
He lowered his head and drew in a deep breath. Then he saw her. He saw her. Kell had been right. The mynocks were gone and in there place was the sense that everything would be all right.