I do not own American Horror Story: Freakshow.
And really, we aren't even in Freakshow territory anymore, are we?
The Lost Orphan Boy and The Daughter of the Jupiter Freaks
Here Comes . . . Well, The Whole Thing
He was, frankly, getting a little worried about them.
"Oh darling, it's just . . ."
"Oh Annabel, I can't . . ."
Annabel's moms.
"We're just so happy for you!"
They had been crying all morning.
And though Patrick Oliver Anderson knew that was normal, . . .
"Oh Patrick, darling, you look so handsome!"
. . . he was honestly worried . . .
"We're so happy you're marrying our baby girl!"
. . . that they might be stressing themselves out . . .
"You're just the best thing ever, darling!"
. . . more than they needed to.
As for Annabel's dad . . .
"How ya doin' here, Patrick? Ready to get married?"
. . . he seemed to be doing okay.
"Yes."
I've been ready for a long time.
As far as Patrick could tell.
"Good. 'Cause I don't think my wives can survive this thing-"
"Oh, Jimmy, have you seen our baby girl?!"
". . . twice."
And Annabel . . .
"Oh my god, Patrick."
. . . was being absolutely . . .
"My moms are going to be absolute puddles if we don't do this thing soon."
. . . positively . . .
"I know. I'm sorry."
. . . completely . . .
"Yeah, it's totally your fault for making me so happy, baby. Now where's the extra sausage biscuits, the baby's hungry!"
. . . herself.
Are you okay, Sam?
Good. At least somebody is.
He nearly fell down when he saw the church.
Wow.
Just . . . wow.
Adorned and festooned with flowers and ribbons and all manner of wedding accouterments.
Garland and bouquets and decorative bells and a special white carpet.
And there were people everywhere.
Sitting everywhere, walking everywhere.
Dressed in their Sunday best with hats and heels and dresses and suits and wingtips.
I don't know any of these people.
Well, I know that lady from the store.
And that man with the lawnmower from across the street.
I think that's one of Patty's children.
She sure had a lot.
The Walker family, with customary aplomb, had set out a sign.
"Choose a seat, not a side.
We are all family here."
So there was no Annabel-stuffed bride's side.
No empty, lonely, orphan-obvious groom's side.
There was just . . .
This is really nice.
This is amazing.
This is . . .
. . . Annabel?
. . . really overwhelming.
. . . everybody everywhere.
"Alright, son. You ready?"
They'd put him in this room, a Sunday school room or something.
Put him in there to get dressed.
Get ready.
And freak right . . .
"Patrick?"
"Yes?"
. . . out.
"Annabel wants to see you."
Oh no.
"Is something wrong?"
At least it's Bette telling him these things.
"Nothing your handsome face can't fix."
"Um, okay."
Bette who was nice to him first.
Bette and now Dot.
Jimmy and his wives.
And that . . .
"Come on."
. . . gives him hope.
"Hey, Patrick."
He can't think of a single intelligent word to say.
"Hey."
Because Annabel Margaret Walker is . . .
Wow.
. . . beautiful.
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
And she doesn't look sad.
She looks happy.
So that's . . .
"Are you sure?"
"I'm scared to death, Patrick."
. . . good.
And that's good too, in a way.
The fact that Annabel's scared.
And for the same reason.
That means they're together, they're on the same level.
The two of them.
Again.
Which is . . .
"Yeah, me too."
. . . nice.
And he decides to trust her, to admit everything he's been keeping inside.
"I mean, I've lived my entire life feeling invisible and unimportant. And now everyone will see me. Everyone will be looking at me."
Because that's the way they have been before, are again now.
"I'm terrified, Annabel."
And it's okay because . . .
"And I know before I said it was all okay but . . ."
. . . this whole awesome, amazing thing is . . .
". . . just so much?"
"Yeah."
Even though he's still him and he's always going to feel uncertain about . . .
"I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to say that 'cause you're-"
. . . himself as a person with other people.
Annabel, the Annabel he fell in love with, Annabel, the one that jumps to the protection of those she's pledges her absolute, undying, unwavering love for . . .
"No, Patrick, I know. I feel the same way. It's crazy. All this for us?"
. . . comes to his rescue.
Allowing him to bask in her warm, effervescent light.
"All for you. Because of you."
As much as he can bear.
"You look beautiful, Annabel. You look perfect."
And formulate a plan.
"So I'm not going to worry about any of those people out there."
That works for him.
"I think I'll just keep my eyes on you."
The only plan he's got.
"I love you."
The only one he's ever had since he met her.
"I love you too."
And right before his pregnant, bright-eyed bride-to-be pounces on him and grabs him by the cummerbund, something he senses her dangerously close to doing, . . .
I can't, Annabel.
Not in a church.
Besides . . .
. . . there's a quick knock . . .
. . . we're getting married.
. . . and the door opens and . . .
"Guys? It's time."
. . . some family friend or another . . .
Time for what?
. . . reminds them . . .
Oh.
. . . the bell tolls . . .
Okay.
. . . for them.
I may need a second before I stand up.
And that . . .
Don't ask why.
. . . right soon.
He stands where they tell him to.
At the front of the church.
In front of the altar.
Right out in front . . .
Okay, okay, okay.
I do this.
. . . of everyone.
The minister was there.
". . . Miller. I've heard alot about you, Patrick. Bette and Dot just can't seem to say enough nice things about you."
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate that."
And Annabel is way down there.
Annabel . . .
Wow.
. . . Margaret . . .
Just wow.
. . . Walker.
Standing there, with her father.
Annabel.
In her wedding dress.
And Patrick Oliver Anderson . . .
I never imagined.
. . . can't see anything else.
Her mothers had made her the wedding dress.
Sewed it with their own two hands.
Shiny white satin.
Lacy scalloped neckline, puffy sleeves.
Lace. Beads.
Even a long lace veil, attached to a headband he thought might belong to one of her mothers.
Pure white, the purest white.
She looks like an angel.
With her beautiful, blond hair all feathered out and sprayed.
Blue eyeshadow and blue nails that perfectly matched his baby blue . . .
I'm only doing this once.
And Annabel's dad said to get what I wanted.
. . . rented tuxedo.
The entire thing feels surreal as the air fills with instrumental music and everyone stands up and Annabel, proud father beside her, walks down the aisle toward Patrick.
He had been left on a doorstep as a baby.
Raised in an orphanage.
Too shy, too needy, too weak, to begin, continue, or hold any sort of meaningful, positive relationship with anyone or anything other than his dog.
Destined, it seemed, to be alone forever.
Such a loser, always a loser, an outsider.
An orphan.
Now . . .
Wow.
. . . getting married.
To a wonderful . . .
I'm so glad she got better.
. . . woman.
With a wonderful . . .
". . . married?"
. . . family.
That was now his family.
And more community support . . .
"Her mothers and I."
. . . than he could ever imagine imagining.
And all he had to do was . . .
". . . Beloved, we are gathered here today . . ."
. . . not die of a heart attack before it was all over.
And he didn't.
". . . in the sight of God . . ."
Which was good.
". . . to join this man and this woman . . ."
Because then . . .
". . . in the bonds of holy matrimony."
. . . he got to get married.
To Annabel . . .
She loves me.
. . . Margaret . . .
She got better.
. . . Walker . . .
And she wants to get married.
. . . Anderson.
To me.
Wow.
It's Jimmy and Patrick that're killin' me, Smalls.
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