Disclaimers: Refer to Chapter 1 - Michelle
A/N - I just love the reviews, and I am so happy that everyone is enjoying the story. Well, this is the wedding, and I hope that it lives up to the hype...so to speak. Can't wait to hear what you think, so just remember that whether or not you liked this chapter, please review.
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The football game took a lot from both of them; Sara sat on the bed, waiting for Nick to finish with his shower. Her neck killed, not to mention the stiffness of her back. She was just exhausted, and all she wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep. And as tempting as that sounded, she couldn't stay in, tonight was Michelle and Jason's rehearsal dinner; they were all going into town for a get together with friends and family. Lounging in her grass-stained and jeans pullover sweater, she focused on staying awake.
"Sara," Nick called. Her eyes now opened, and she looked up at the man before her.
"Yeah, I'm up," she assured, her eyes still barely focused. With great dreading, she dragged herself up, and made her way towards the bathroom. As she proceeded to take off her watch, she looked up at Nick,
"Nice shirt," she stated sarcastically, 'oh, that's hideous on you, it does nothing for your body,' she commented. 'Yes, his body,' her mind probed.
"What's wrong with it," Nick asked, concerned. He sensed that there was something wrong with his attire, judging simply from the petrified look on Sara's face.
The shirt was worthy for a pirate to wear, there were laces at the front of the shirt, and it hanged loosely over Nick's body.
"Nothing, Ahab," Sara commented.
"Don't be so vain Sara," Nick brushed off.
"Hey, it just doesn't do anything for your body," Sara explained, her hands creating gestures in front of her.
"My body," Nick wondered.
'Uh oh,' her mind stated. She slowly nodded. She stood there, thinking of the words that exited her mouth. Then, she froze.
"Then, help me pick out a shirt," Nick asked, proceeding towards his suitcase, and taking off the shirt on his back.
'Wow,' was the word that Sara's mind could muster. She tilted her head to the side, just to steal a look at his abs, although the sight of his back was great, she couldn't resist the urge to peek. Her knees went weak, 'he's built ,' her mind sighed, upon observing his amply toned abs and well, his body in general. She felt hot, the heat in the room increasing as she investigated his body.
"Sara," Nick called, turning around, another shirt in hand. His aforementioned solid body now in facing Sara.
"I have to take a shower," Sara replied abruptly. Rushing into the bathroom, and testing the cold water from the showerhead. She needed this, her eyes and body were paralyzed – the heat just a little too intense.
He lifted an eyebrow, 'did I do that,' Nick asked himself. Surprised and glad at how Sara reacted to his presence. Since Sara's departure, he contemplated on which shirt to wear, knowing that his first was a complete bust. He took a quick glance at several shirts, 'blue or white,' he weighed in his mind.
Minutes passed, and Nick sat on the couch, waiting for Sara to reveal herself. And after much deliberation, he decided, and was now wearing a thin navy blue crewneck sweater over a crisp white shirt and khaki chinos. He glanced at his watch again, he didn't want to be late, tonight, he was going to see some of his old high school friends and was fairly excited, but dreading it at the same time.
"I like," Sara commented slapping his shoulder. On her, she wore a simple white trouser and a sheer cocoa colored tunic, revealing a little skin on the base of her neck.
"I like," Nick responded, taking in her aura and noticing the inviting smooth skin on her neck. Sara blushed under his examine, she felt warm again.
"We better go," she interrupted. Nick looked up at her, finished with his gazing.
"Yeah," he agreed. 'Damn,' he thought, returning to Sara as he followed her towards the jeep.
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Amazingly, both of them managed to sneak into the rehearsal. Both were in fact late, and would have gotten an earful if someone noticed. Everyone at this point were just chatting, and it was just their good fortune that the dinner hadn't started yet. Nick made his way to the bar, while Sara scoured for their seats.
"You can sit here," a woman acknowledged, sighting Sara's desperation in finding a seat.
"Oh, I-" Sara started.
"I'm Joanne Anderson," the woman introduced, the smell of alcohol evident in her breath.
"I'm Sara," hesitantly introduced, without a choice, she sat beside the woman.
"So, who suckered you into this shindig," Joanne wondered.
"Um, I'm a friend of the bride," Sara stated.
"Huh, who isn't? To tell you the truth, I don't even know why I was invited, I mean I hate weddings. To think, I wanted once to be a part of this silly family," the woman admitted bitterly.
"I wonder if Nick's here, he's the bride's brother. Handsome man, the one who got away," she continued. Sara listened, but hoped that someone would bail her out.
"Hi, sexy, got you a drink," Nick interrupted and handed Sara a drink.
"Oh, Joanne, I see you've met my girlfriend, Sara," he continued, wrapping his free arm around Sara. Joanne's face was priceless; she was shocked - mortified in fact. She looked at the couple who sat beside her, and was embarrassed, with a hint of jealousy at the things she had said.
"Come on honey, we better tell your mom that we're here," Sara said, playfully caressing Nick's jaw and drawing him up from his seat.
"Nice to meet you," Sara said, before leading Nick towards the next table. Joanne still sat in her chair, unmoving.
"Honey?" Nick wondered.
"Sexy?" Sara asked, smiling. Nick winked.
"What did she say to you?" Nick asked.
"You saw the look on her face, she was bashing your family," Sara admitted. Nick laughed.
"Yup, my first love. I sure know how to pick 'em," he continued. He pulled out a chair for Sara, and then proceeded on taking the seat beside her.
"Thanks honey," Sara replied, smiling. Her conscience simply rolled its eyes, 'oh for Pete's sake,' it said.
Although unwilling to admit it, Nick did enjoy being called such a sweet name, and he too liked the way his words rolled off naturally when he called Sara. Even their actions looked natural, shivers ran down his spine, and he glanced at the smiling Sara beside him. Throughout dinner, the party shared stories about the past, shared jokes, and humbly talked about the future beyond the wedding.
"And when you find that special person, you damn well hold on to them," Nick's father advised, looking squarely at Nick.
Eventually, everyone turned their heads to look at Nick as well. It was their aspiration that their son, brother, and friend would settle down. They watched him live the party life, the life of a swinging bachelor, and have seen him mature into a caring and compassionate human being. They wanted the best for him, a happiness that they wanted him to share with others. His parents wanted him to have company, to have someone to share his life with, a person he can love and be loved in return. They wanted him to be happy. The admired the way he lived his life, how he handled his life away from home, and they were proud. Carrie and her sisters all wanted their baby brother to be happy too, they had known for years that he dated many women, but they were sure that he never quite found 'the one'. Upon seeing him, and coming home, they watched the genuine happiness in his eyes, and they all knew who was responsible for such a change. They knew that Sara was the change their brother needed; they were confident. It was, in fact, their intent to bring them closer, and they hoped that before they leave Texas that something in them would realize it.
The night was cool, and although they enjoyed the dinner and the conversation, they all knew that they had bigger fish to fry. Tomorrow as the big day, and everyone was excited, some were also afraid, a little nervous, eager, but they were very much excited.
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It was 7:00 am, and the house was buzzing, the wedding preparation was underway. The gazebo in the backyard was decorated, the wedding parties getting ready, the caterers arriving, and the hired wedding planner scrambling to finish last minute details. The wedding was on its way. Chaos draped the household as Sara made her way towards the coffee maker, upon rising this morning, she found Nick gone, perhaps performing his duties as best man. Still in her sweatpants, she decided to avoid the house by going out to the yard. The landscape was covered with rows of chairs, perhaps 50-60 guests; it was in fact a small ceremony - just for the family. She observed the newly painted gazebo that was lined with flowers, and the aisle that was lined with bouquets of flowers as well. The backdrop was magnificent, the tall tree swaying, the small pond reflecting the white and lavender colors of the setting. She sat in a chair, and observed her surroundings; she was happy that she decided to come, happy that she could sit here and think.
Several hours later, the scene was set, the place was now fully decorated, the wedding party was dressed, and the chaos that reigned earlier, now turned into a calm nervousness. Upstairs, the bride and the bridesmaids prepared, while the groom and groomsmen got ready in the guesthouse. In less than 10 minutes, the wedding was going to start.
Upstairs, Michelle waited, in her beautiful and simple ivory white a-line dress; her hair done up with an orchid as an accent piece. She looked more calm than nervous; she sat staring outside onto the yard, occupied by close family. Off to the left, she saw the white tent that was the location for the reception; this was the day she had been dreaming off, and she couldn't wait to get down to the gazebo and recite her vows. In the room, the bridesmaids, all five of them, were dressed in a soft and simple satin lavender dresses, their hair done up also with a single orchid. They too fussed over each other's dresses, making sure that everything was in place, and checking each other's makeup. They were all glad to be part of the wedding, to be witnesses to this glorious occasion. The mother of the bride was now sitting by her daughter, imparting to her, words of encouragement and advice. This was a time to reflect, to prepare for a change, and they bonded.
"It's show time," called Angela, holding a bouquet. With that, the bride and her entourage made their way down the stairs.
Outside, the crowd gathered, on the left side sat Jason's family, while Michelle's family crammed themselves on the left side. At the front, three men gathered, Jason - the groom, Nick - 1/2 of the best men, and Tim - the other 1/2 of the best men. It had been decided to do it this way because Jason couldn't pick one over the other; so instead, he decided to have best men.
"Nick, why don't you go and check on your sisters," Jason requested. The man was clearly nervous, and he showed it, his semi-pale complexion showed it all. Nick nodded and made his way towards the house.
As Nick entered the house, he saw his father pacing by the door, while his sister, Michelle, walked down the stairs, he was amazed. She was surrounded by their sisters, his niece, Kate, and he took in the beautiful sight. He smiled;
"Y'all don't want to be late for a wedding, do you," Nick said
"We're almost ready, just looking for Kate's bouquet," Angela said.
Then, she walked in. She wore a form fitting red satin dress with a black lace overlay; the strapless bodice and flared hemline, showing off her curves. He took a sharp intake of air, as he watched her hand Kate a bouquet. Nick couldn't move, he stood in one place, animated and in slow motion. 'Oh-my-god' his mind screamed, still shocked and suffering from a lapse.
"Found it," Sara said, handing Kate the bouquet the girl had misplaced. Quickly, she took a glance at Nick, who stood in front of the stairs; he was wearing a simple black tuxedo, hair combed in place and an orchid on his lapel.
"Nick," Angela called. He quickly snapped out of his reverie, he stared at Sara for several moments more.
"Can you take a picture of us, before we head out," Angela requested, handing Nick a camera. He accepted, and took several photos.
"Now, one of you and Sara," she solicited. Sara looked at him in horror. He looked at Angela, then at Sara.
"We're going to be late," he said.
"Well, you can't have a wedding without a bride, and I say, we still have time," Michelle insisted. She walked over to Nick and dragged him closer to Sara, who at this point was standing at the foot of the stairs.
"Fine, but only because you're getting married today," Nick teased. He stood just an inch away from Sara, his body still tense at her close proximity. He was weak from her perfume; it was soft and fresh, playful in a way.
'Oh god, he smells good too,' Sara's mind thought. He body was heating up, having his body so close was just too much, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She stood there, awkwardly for a second until she felt his arm wrap around her, his warm hand placed just above her waist. She angled her body to him and she looked up; she moved to place her left arm on his waist, he smiled. He turned his body on an angle and faced Sara.
"You look gorgeous," he whispered in her ear. And with a sense of spontaneity, he placed a soft peck on her cheek.
Sara swallowed hard, feeling flush, and knowing that her face was turning a shade of pink. She smiled and looked up at him, speechless.
"Smile," Kate called behind the camera. Behind her, her aunts Carrie, Julie, Sandra, and Michelle looked simultaneously at each other, telepathically noting what they just witnessed.
"Come on, let's go," Nick's father called out from behind. The Wedding March could be heard in the background, the show had indeed begun.
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"By the church, the state of Texas and your family as witnesses, I now pronounce you man and wife," the priest blessed.
As the new couple exchanged a kiss, the crowd applauded and cheered. All holding a Kleenex or handkerchief, the wedding was glorious, the event was traditional and the couple's written vows turned the seemingly light ceremony into an emotional scene. From the moment the bride stepped onto the lawn, the change of expression on Jason's face, and to this final, binding kiss. Most of the women cried, heck, some of the men cried too, trying for the longest time to withhold any tears, hoping that they don't walk out of the service with red puffy eyes, and for the women, raccoon eyes. Sara sat several rows from the front, just beside the aisle. But after earlier, she couldn't keep her eyes off Nick, something about him just made her go insane – good insane. She was puzzled about what she felt, and throughout the ceremony, she occasionally glanced at him, and several times catching him doing the same thing.
'God, it burns,' she thought, touching the spot that Nick had kissed earlier.
He stared at the woman who sat several rows from the front – Sara. He was still in awe at the beauty she possessed, he wondered how never really paid so much attention to her before. He wasn't like this before, or was he? He doubted. 'Maybe there was always something there,' he concluded. 'Duh,' his mind retorted. He smiled, catching a glance from Sara.
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'CLINK' 'CLINK' 'CLINK' 'CLINK' 'CLINK'
"I'd like to propose a toast," Nick began.
"To Michelle and Jason, may you both find eternal happiness in each other's company," he continued. Everyone agreed and toasted to Nick's words.
"We'd like to thank everyone. Without you this wouldn't be complete," Michelle spoke, using the 'we' as in her and Jason. She paused, then looked over at Nick.
"And especially to my baby brother, Nick, who drove 22 hours from Vegas just to see me walk down the aisle," she smiled sincerely. Nick reciprocated her smile, and raised his glass for a toast.
He then proceeded to take a sip of his drink; at this time, his sister, Angela, made her way to the microphone,
"Well, this day has been a gorgeous wedding, and Nick, now it's your turn," she winked.
Nick immediately coughed, the liquid that was flowing down his throat was now stuck. His ears went red, and he felt the room's temperature rise. He was so embarrassed, 'oh God, when will this be over,' he questioned himself. Sara, who was sitting beside him, was amused at the comment, she patted his back in an attempt to soothe this coughing.
"Are you ok," she whispered in his ear; the crowd roaring in agreement. He simply smiled, and nodded.
"How about it," Angela asked. Nick smiled simply gave a thumbs up, hoping that the subject would soon change.
'Talk about pressure,' he sighed.
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The afternoon lunch was wonderful, the traditional first dance just finished, and it was now open to the whole party. Sara sat in her chair, admiring the beautiful dresses and people who surrounded her. It was something uncommon to her, being from a small family, she never really became part of full family gathering. As she scanned the room, she spotted an unenthusiastic girl sitting in the corner, playing with the table setting. It was Kate, and Sara sighed and made her way across the tent.
"Why don't you dance," Sara asked.
"Oh no, I don't dance," Kate replied, embarrassed. Sara could feel the hesitation in Kate's voice, but she wanted Kate to have a nice time.
"Well, since you and I are here, how about I tell you a story," Sara asked.
"If this is an attempt to persuade me into dancing. Forget it," Kate replied with displeasure.
"No, just a story," Sara replied.
"Well, there was this girl, and she lived life from day to day, never caring about those around her. Building walls around her, thinking that if she did, then nothing would ever hurt her. She tried to do everything right, to make sure that she didn't' make any mistakes, careful with her words, calculating every minute of her life. She lived like this for a long time, until she decided to take a risk, to take a chance. After that, she realized that she was so unhappy because she made herself that way, nobody built those walls around her, she did that, they didn't hate her, she thought they did," Sara explained, looking into the girls eyes, hoping that the story was processing.
"Happiness depends upon ourselves," Sara concluded.
"Emerson?" Kate asked.
"Aristotle," Sara corrected. Both women sat in their seats, thinking. Their one-way conversation was fermenting in their minds, and now they didn't know what to say.
"Hi, may I have this dance," a man's voice interrupted.
"Sure," Sara accepted, looking up at the finely dressed man. She looked back at Kate, reminding her of the talk they just had – Sara was concerned.
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Across the tent, Nick leaned against the makeshift bar, taking in the sight of dancing people, of happy people. He missed having gatherings like this and now wished that he could do this more often. He scanned the room, from the front table to the back, before settling on the table where Sara sat; she was talking with Kate, perhaps telling her a story. He smiled, happy that Sara could reach out to his sweet, but at times, cold niece.
"Your girlfriend's hot, and nice too," a man stated beside him. Nick smiled, he agreed with the man's comment, but hesitated correcting the man.
"That she is," he muttered, turning his head to look over at the man.
"Hi, Nick Stokes," Nick introduced, extending his hand.
"Yeah, you're Michelle's brother. I guess this makes us in-laws," the man explained. He was Jason's younger brother.
"How long have you two been together," the man continued to ask. Nick smiled, 'will this never end,' his mind thought.
"Actually, we're not together. She's not my girlfriend," Nick corrected, but wanting not to correct the man.
"Oh, well, I thought that-" the man babbled.
"Nope," Nick interrupted, sounding disappointed.
The man beside him simply nodded, knowing that he had just walked into an awkward situation.
"Well, uh, good luck with that," he excused and hurried away.
Nick waved his hand. He then turned his attention towards the dance floor, there, he spotted Sara dancing with an old college friend. His eyes were on fire, 'what is she doing with him' he asked himself. He observed Sara's face, feeling hurt, 'don't be mad, she not yours you know,' his mind acknowledged.
He still looked at Sara's face; he saw some discomfort in her face, 'what's wrong Sara,' he wondered, puzzled at her expression. He continued to inspect the man, eyes still burning, he laughed.
With calm, even breaths, he walked confidently across the dance floor, heading straight towards Sara and her partner.
"Hi, can I just borrow her for a minute?" Nick requested.
"Sure, you are the best man," the man glared, hesitating to let Sara go.
"I thought you'd need some relief, are your toes ok?" Nick asked, concerned, and looking at her red toes.
"I'll be fine, he's been stepping on them throughout the whole song," she smiled. He held her in his arms, wrapping them protectively around her, she didn't object, allowing him to take the lead. Slowly, they swayed to the music, and Sara watched the other people dancing around her. She spotted Kate at the edge of the dance floor, dancing with a boy. 'She did it,' she smiled, happy that Kate had taken a chance on life.
"What are you smiling about," Nick asked wonderingly.
"Nothing," she replied, placing her head on his shoulder. It fit perfectly, it felt natural.
He was caught off guard, but he continued to dance. He simply smiled.
"He's really not that great," Nick changed the subject.
"What?" Sara called, head still sitting on his shoulder.
"He used to pick on girls in high school," Nick revealed, stopping Sara from uttering any words.
"And he was pretty friendly on campus in college," he continued desperately.
"Nick Stokes, are you jealous?" Sara teased, picking up her head, and staring closely at his eyes.
"Me? Jealous? No," Nick denied.
"Just telling you the facts," he admitted.
"You know, in case-" he began to babble.
"Oh-my-god, you are," Sara glorified.
"No," Nick lied.
"I think he's kinda cute, pretty smart, and did you see those muscles," she winced. 'Ouch' she mouthed. Her words were probably more piercing that she had imagined, but her tone was still playful, her intent to tease Nick.
With eyes focused on Sara, Nick's eyes voiced pain from her comments. He didn't say a word, he'll let her say whatever she wanted.
"Don't worry, you'll always be my man from Texas," she teased. She titled her head back as she laughed aloud.
There was silence, as both of them smiled and proceeded on dancing.
"So you're into cute guys, sculpted muscles and a brain," Nick joked.
"Only the ones who can dance," she whispered in his ear. The fine hair in on the back of his neck, stood, 'damn' his mind whimpered.
Finally, for the last time before the music ended, he twirled her, cradling her in his arms as he dipped her for the finale. They both smiled as Sara came face to face with Nick.
~*~
"Can everyone please proceed onto the north lawn," the announcer requested, indicating to his left, as a general direction.
"And would all the single ladies gather by the front of the tent, the bride is now ready to throw the bouquet," he continued.
"Sara, don't want to miss this, do you," Kate said. Sara looked at Nick, hesitant.
"Use those football skills, Sara," Nick advised, half-grinning.
"Come on," Kate tugged on Sara's arm.
"Ok," Sara accepted.
Outside the tent, a small group of women assembled at the front of the tent, Sara along with them. When the group was finally assembled, Michelle turned, with her back to the group, and tossed the bouquet. It lingered in the air for several moments, teasing the crowd. She didn't put up fight for it, it simply landed in her hands, Sara was just surprised.
'It's fate,' Michelle stated, as she looked over at Nick and Sara.
"So, you caught the bouquet," Nick asked, smirking in amusement. Seeing Sara walk over to the table where he sat.
"Yup, now I have to find myself a man," Sara answered.
"I thought I was your man," Nick complained, making a fake expression of disappointment.
"I'm keeping my options open," Sara smiled, whispering in his ear.
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After an afternoon of dining and dancing, the party finally disbanded at around midnight. The Texan air had gripped the landscape prompting the guests to indulge in various activities. It was a time to celebrate, to reunite with friends, and to bond with family. They all danced into the late night, never wanting to leave. But as the children grew impatient and the adults feel tired, the party came to a gradual end.
While the last of the guests pulled out of the driveway, and the Stokes family began to settle into their rooms, longing to put their feet up, ease their aches, pains, and rest.
"Oh-my-God," Sara squealed excitedly in the other room.
"Yes, of course I will," her voice continued.
"I'm glad," Nick continued, with similar excitement.
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A/N - I just love the reviews, and I am so happy that everyone is enjoying the story. Well, this is the wedding, and I hope that it lives up to the hype...so to speak. Can't wait to hear what you think, so just remember that whether or not you liked this chapter, please review.
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The football game took a lot from both of them; Sara sat on the bed, waiting for Nick to finish with his shower. Her neck killed, not to mention the stiffness of her back. She was just exhausted, and all she wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep. And as tempting as that sounded, she couldn't stay in, tonight was Michelle and Jason's rehearsal dinner; they were all going into town for a get together with friends and family. Lounging in her grass-stained and jeans pullover sweater, she focused on staying awake.
"Sara," Nick called. Her eyes now opened, and she looked up at the man before her.
"Yeah, I'm up," she assured, her eyes still barely focused. With great dreading, she dragged herself up, and made her way towards the bathroom. As she proceeded to take off her watch, she looked up at Nick,
"Nice shirt," she stated sarcastically, 'oh, that's hideous on you, it does nothing for your body,' she commented. 'Yes, his body,' her mind probed.
"What's wrong with it," Nick asked, concerned. He sensed that there was something wrong with his attire, judging simply from the petrified look on Sara's face.
The shirt was worthy for a pirate to wear, there were laces at the front of the shirt, and it hanged loosely over Nick's body.
"Nothing, Ahab," Sara commented.
"Don't be so vain Sara," Nick brushed off.
"Hey, it just doesn't do anything for your body," Sara explained, her hands creating gestures in front of her.
"My body," Nick wondered.
'Uh oh,' her mind stated. She slowly nodded. She stood there, thinking of the words that exited her mouth. Then, she froze.
"Then, help me pick out a shirt," Nick asked, proceeding towards his suitcase, and taking off the shirt on his back.
'Wow,' was the word that Sara's mind could muster. She tilted her head to the side, just to steal a look at his abs, although the sight of his back was great, she couldn't resist the urge to peek. Her knees went weak, 'he's built ,' her mind sighed, upon observing his amply toned abs and well, his body in general. She felt hot, the heat in the room increasing as she investigated his body.
"Sara," Nick called, turning around, another shirt in hand. His aforementioned solid body now in facing Sara.
"I have to take a shower," Sara replied abruptly. Rushing into the bathroom, and testing the cold water from the showerhead. She needed this, her eyes and body were paralyzed – the heat just a little too intense.
He lifted an eyebrow, 'did I do that,' Nick asked himself. Surprised and glad at how Sara reacted to his presence. Since Sara's departure, he contemplated on which shirt to wear, knowing that his first was a complete bust. He took a quick glance at several shirts, 'blue or white,' he weighed in his mind.
Minutes passed, and Nick sat on the couch, waiting for Sara to reveal herself. And after much deliberation, he decided, and was now wearing a thin navy blue crewneck sweater over a crisp white shirt and khaki chinos. He glanced at his watch again, he didn't want to be late, tonight, he was going to see some of his old high school friends and was fairly excited, but dreading it at the same time.
"I like," Sara commented slapping his shoulder. On her, she wore a simple white trouser and a sheer cocoa colored tunic, revealing a little skin on the base of her neck.
"I like," Nick responded, taking in her aura and noticing the inviting smooth skin on her neck. Sara blushed under his examine, she felt warm again.
"We better go," she interrupted. Nick looked up at her, finished with his gazing.
"Yeah," he agreed. 'Damn,' he thought, returning to Sara as he followed her towards the jeep.
~*~
Amazingly, both of them managed to sneak into the rehearsal. Both were in fact late, and would have gotten an earful if someone noticed. Everyone at this point were just chatting, and it was just their good fortune that the dinner hadn't started yet. Nick made his way to the bar, while Sara scoured for their seats.
"You can sit here," a woman acknowledged, sighting Sara's desperation in finding a seat.
"Oh, I-" Sara started.
"I'm Joanne Anderson," the woman introduced, the smell of alcohol evident in her breath.
"I'm Sara," hesitantly introduced, without a choice, she sat beside the woman.
"So, who suckered you into this shindig," Joanne wondered.
"Um, I'm a friend of the bride," Sara stated.
"Huh, who isn't? To tell you the truth, I don't even know why I was invited, I mean I hate weddings. To think, I wanted once to be a part of this silly family," the woman admitted bitterly.
"I wonder if Nick's here, he's the bride's brother. Handsome man, the one who got away," she continued. Sara listened, but hoped that someone would bail her out.
"Hi, sexy, got you a drink," Nick interrupted and handed Sara a drink.
"Oh, Joanne, I see you've met my girlfriend, Sara," he continued, wrapping his free arm around Sara. Joanne's face was priceless; she was shocked - mortified in fact. She looked at the couple who sat beside her, and was embarrassed, with a hint of jealousy at the things she had said.
"Come on honey, we better tell your mom that we're here," Sara said, playfully caressing Nick's jaw and drawing him up from his seat.
"Nice to meet you," Sara said, before leading Nick towards the next table. Joanne still sat in her chair, unmoving.
"Honey?" Nick wondered.
"Sexy?" Sara asked, smiling. Nick winked.
"What did she say to you?" Nick asked.
"You saw the look on her face, she was bashing your family," Sara admitted. Nick laughed.
"Yup, my first love. I sure know how to pick 'em," he continued. He pulled out a chair for Sara, and then proceeded on taking the seat beside her.
"Thanks honey," Sara replied, smiling. Her conscience simply rolled its eyes, 'oh for Pete's sake,' it said.
Although unwilling to admit it, Nick did enjoy being called such a sweet name, and he too liked the way his words rolled off naturally when he called Sara. Even their actions looked natural, shivers ran down his spine, and he glanced at the smiling Sara beside him. Throughout dinner, the party shared stories about the past, shared jokes, and humbly talked about the future beyond the wedding.
"And when you find that special person, you damn well hold on to them," Nick's father advised, looking squarely at Nick.
Eventually, everyone turned their heads to look at Nick as well. It was their aspiration that their son, brother, and friend would settle down. They watched him live the party life, the life of a swinging bachelor, and have seen him mature into a caring and compassionate human being. They wanted the best for him, a happiness that they wanted him to share with others. His parents wanted him to have company, to have someone to share his life with, a person he can love and be loved in return. They wanted him to be happy. The admired the way he lived his life, how he handled his life away from home, and they were proud. Carrie and her sisters all wanted their baby brother to be happy too, they had known for years that he dated many women, but they were sure that he never quite found 'the one'. Upon seeing him, and coming home, they watched the genuine happiness in his eyes, and they all knew who was responsible for such a change. They knew that Sara was the change their brother needed; they were confident. It was, in fact, their intent to bring them closer, and they hoped that before they leave Texas that something in them would realize it.
The night was cool, and although they enjoyed the dinner and the conversation, they all knew that they had bigger fish to fry. Tomorrow as the big day, and everyone was excited, some were also afraid, a little nervous, eager, but they were very much excited.
~*~
It was 7:00 am, and the house was buzzing, the wedding preparation was underway. The gazebo in the backyard was decorated, the wedding parties getting ready, the caterers arriving, and the hired wedding planner scrambling to finish last minute details. The wedding was on its way. Chaos draped the household as Sara made her way towards the coffee maker, upon rising this morning, she found Nick gone, perhaps performing his duties as best man. Still in her sweatpants, she decided to avoid the house by going out to the yard. The landscape was covered with rows of chairs, perhaps 50-60 guests; it was in fact a small ceremony - just for the family. She observed the newly painted gazebo that was lined with flowers, and the aisle that was lined with bouquets of flowers as well. The backdrop was magnificent, the tall tree swaying, the small pond reflecting the white and lavender colors of the setting. She sat in a chair, and observed her surroundings; she was happy that she decided to come, happy that she could sit here and think.
Several hours later, the scene was set, the place was now fully decorated, the wedding party was dressed, and the chaos that reigned earlier, now turned into a calm nervousness. Upstairs, the bride and the bridesmaids prepared, while the groom and groomsmen got ready in the guesthouse. In less than 10 minutes, the wedding was going to start.
Upstairs, Michelle waited, in her beautiful and simple ivory white a-line dress; her hair done up with an orchid as an accent piece. She looked more calm than nervous; she sat staring outside onto the yard, occupied by close family. Off to the left, she saw the white tent that was the location for the reception; this was the day she had been dreaming off, and she couldn't wait to get down to the gazebo and recite her vows. In the room, the bridesmaids, all five of them, were dressed in a soft and simple satin lavender dresses, their hair done up also with a single orchid. They too fussed over each other's dresses, making sure that everything was in place, and checking each other's makeup. They were all glad to be part of the wedding, to be witnesses to this glorious occasion. The mother of the bride was now sitting by her daughter, imparting to her, words of encouragement and advice. This was a time to reflect, to prepare for a change, and they bonded.
"It's show time," called Angela, holding a bouquet. With that, the bride and her entourage made their way down the stairs.
Outside, the crowd gathered, on the left side sat Jason's family, while Michelle's family crammed themselves on the left side. At the front, three men gathered, Jason - the groom, Nick - 1/2 of the best men, and Tim - the other 1/2 of the best men. It had been decided to do it this way because Jason couldn't pick one over the other; so instead, he decided to have best men.
"Nick, why don't you go and check on your sisters," Jason requested. The man was clearly nervous, and he showed it, his semi-pale complexion showed it all. Nick nodded and made his way towards the house.
As Nick entered the house, he saw his father pacing by the door, while his sister, Michelle, walked down the stairs, he was amazed. She was surrounded by their sisters, his niece, Kate, and he took in the beautiful sight. He smiled;
"Y'all don't want to be late for a wedding, do you," Nick said
"We're almost ready, just looking for Kate's bouquet," Angela said.
Then, she walked in. She wore a form fitting red satin dress with a black lace overlay; the strapless bodice and flared hemline, showing off her curves. He took a sharp intake of air, as he watched her hand Kate a bouquet. Nick couldn't move, he stood in one place, animated and in slow motion. 'Oh-my-god' his mind screamed, still shocked and suffering from a lapse.
"Found it," Sara said, handing Kate the bouquet the girl had misplaced. Quickly, she took a glance at Nick, who stood in front of the stairs; he was wearing a simple black tuxedo, hair combed in place and an orchid on his lapel.
"Nick," Angela called. He quickly snapped out of his reverie, he stared at Sara for several moments more.
"Can you take a picture of us, before we head out," Angela requested, handing Nick a camera. He accepted, and took several photos.
"Now, one of you and Sara," she solicited. Sara looked at him in horror. He looked at Angela, then at Sara.
"We're going to be late," he said.
"Well, you can't have a wedding without a bride, and I say, we still have time," Michelle insisted. She walked over to Nick and dragged him closer to Sara, who at this point was standing at the foot of the stairs.
"Fine, but only because you're getting married today," Nick teased. He stood just an inch away from Sara, his body still tense at her close proximity. He was weak from her perfume; it was soft and fresh, playful in a way.
'Oh god, he smells good too,' Sara's mind thought. He body was heating up, having his body so close was just too much, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She stood there, awkwardly for a second until she felt his arm wrap around her, his warm hand placed just above her waist. She angled her body to him and she looked up; she moved to place her left arm on his waist, he smiled. He turned his body on an angle and faced Sara.
"You look gorgeous," he whispered in her ear. And with a sense of spontaneity, he placed a soft peck on her cheek.
Sara swallowed hard, feeling flush, and knowing that her face was turning a shade of pink. She smiled and looked up at him, speechless.
"Smile," Kate called behind the camera. Behind her, her aunts Carrie, Julie, Sandra, and Michelle looked simultaneously at each other, telepathically noting what they just witnessed.
"Come on, let's go," Nick's father called out from behind. The Wedding March could be heard in the background, the show had indeed begun.
~*~
"By the church, the state of Texas and your family as witnesses, I now pronounce you man and wife," the priest blessed.
As the new couple exchanged a kiss, the crowd applauded and cheered. All holding a Kleenex or handkerchief, the wedding was glorious, the event was traditional and the couple's written vows turned the seemingly light ceremony into an emotional scene. From the moment the bride stepped onto the lawn, the change of expression on Jason's face, and to this final, binding kiss. Most of the women cried, heck, some of the men cried too, trying for the longest time to withhold any tears, hoping that they don't walk out of the service with red puffy eyes, and for the women, raccoon eyes. Sara sat several rows from the front, just beside the aisle. But after earlier, she couldn't keep her eyes off Nick, something about him just made her go insane – good insane. She was puzzled about what she felt, and throughout the ceremony, she occasionally glanced at him, and several times catching him doing the same thing.
'God, it burns,' she thought, touching the spot that Nick had kissed earlier.
He stared at the woman who sat several rows from the front – Sara. He was still in awe at the beauty she possessed, he wondered how never really paid so much attention to her before. He wasn't like this before, or was he? He doubted. 'Maybe there was always something there,' he concluded. 'Duh,' his mind retorted. He smiled, catching a glance from Sara.
~*~
'CLINK' 'CLINK' 'CLINK' 'CLINK' 'CLINK'
"I'd like to propose a toast," Nick began.
"To Michelle and Jason, may you both find eternal happiness in each other's company," he continued. Everyone agreed and toasted to Nick's words.
"We'd like to thank everyone. Without you this wouldn't be complete," Michelle spoke, using the 'we' as in her and Jason. She paused, then looked over at Nick.
"And especially to my baby brother, Nick, who drove 22 hours from Vegas just to see me walk down the aisle," she smiled sincerely. Nick reciprocated her smile, and raised his glass for a toast.
He then proceeded to take a sip of his drink; at this time, his sister, Angela, made her way to the microphone,
"Well, this day has been a gorgeous wedding, and Nick, now it's your turn," she winked.
Nick immediately coughed, the liquid that was flowing down his throat was now stuck. His ears went red, and he felt the room's temperature rise. He was so embarrassed, 'oh God, when will this be over,' he questioned himself. Sara, who was sitting beside him, was amused at the comment, she patted his back in an attempt to soothe this coughing.
"Are you ok," she whispered in his ear; the crowd roaring in agreement. He simply smiled, and nodded.
"How about it," Angela asked. Nick smiled simply gave a thumbs up, hoping that the subject would soon change.
'Talk about pressure,' he sighed.
~*~
The afternoon lunch was wonderful, the traditional first dance just finished, and it was now open to the whole party. Sara sat in her chair, admiring the beautiful dresses and people who surrounded her. It was something uncommon to her, being from a small family, she never really became part of full family gathering. As she scanned the room, she spotted an unenthusiastic girl sitting in the corner, playing with the table setting. It was Kate, and Sara sighed and made her way across the tent.
"Why don't you dance," Sara asked.
"Oh no, I don't dance," Kate replied, embarrassed. Sara could feel the hesitation in Kate's voice, but she wanted Kate to have a nice time.
"Well, since you and I are here, how about I tell you a story," Sara asked.
"If this is an attempt to persuade me into dancing. Forget it," Kate replied with displeasure.
"No, just a story," Sara replied.
"Well, there was this girl, and she lived life from day to day, never caring about those around her. Building walls around her, thinking that if she did, then nothing would ever hurt her. She tried to do everything right, to make sure that she didn't' make any mistakes, careful with her words, calculating every minute of her life. She lived like this for a long time, until she decided to take a risk, to take a chance. After that, she realized that she was so unhappy because she made herself that way, nobody built those walls around her, she did that, they didn't hate her, she thought they did," Sara explained, looking into the girls eyes, hoping that the story was processing.
"Happiness depends upon ourselves," Sara concluded.
"Emerson?" Kate asked.
"Aristotle," Sara corrected. Both women sat in their seats, thinking. Their one-way conversation was fermenting in their minds, and now they didn't know what to say.
"Hi, may I have this dance," a man's voice interrupted.
"Sure," Sara accepted, looking up at the finely dressed man. She looked back at Kate, reminding her of the talk they just had – Sara was concerned.
~*~
Across the tent, Nick leaned against the makeshift bar, taking in the sight of dancing people, of happy people. He missed having gatherings like this and now wished that he could do this more often. He scanned the room, from the front table to the back, before settling on the table where Sara sat; she was talking with Kate, perhaps telling her a story. He smiled, happy that Sara could reach out to his sweet, but at times, cold niece.
"Your girlfriend's hot, and nice too," a man stated beside him. Nick smiled, he agreed with the man's comment, but hesitated correcting the man.
"That she is," he muttered, turning his head to look over at the man.
"Hi, Nick Stokes," Nick introduced, extending his hand.
"Yeah, you're Michelle's brother. I guess this makes us in-laws," the man explained. He was Jason's younger brother.
"How long have you two been together," the man continued to ask. Nick smiled, 'will this never end,' his mind thought.
"Actually, we're not together. She's not my girlfriend," Nick corrected, but wanting not to correct the man.
"Oh, well, I thought that-" the man babbled.
"Nope," Nick interrupted, sounding disappointed.
The man beside him simply nodded, knowing that he had just walked into an awkward situation.
"Well, uh, good luck with that," he excused and hurried away.
Nick waved his hand. He then turned his attention towards the dance floor, there, he spotted Sara dancing with an old college friend. His eyes were on fire, 'what is she doing with him' he asked himself. He observed Sara's face, feeling hurt, 'don't be mad, she not yours you know,' his mind acknowledged.
He still looked at Sara's face; he saw some discomfort in her face, 'what's wrong Sara,' he wondered, puzzled at her expression. He continued to inspect the man, eyes still burning, he laughed.
With calm, even breaths, he walked confidently across the dance floor, heading straight towards Sara and her partner.
"Hi, can I just borrow her for a minute?" Nick requested.
"Sure, you are the best man," the man glared, hesitating to let Sara go.
"I thought you'd need some relief, are your toes ok?" Nick asked, concerned, and looking at her red toes.
"I'll be fine, he's been stepping on them throughout the whole song," she smiled. He held her in his arms, wrapping them protectively around her, she didn't object, allowing him to take the lead. Slowly, they swayed to the music, and Sara watched the other people dancing around her. She spotted Kate at the edge of the dance floor, dancing with a boy. 'She did it,' she smiled, happy that Kate had taken a chance on life.
"What are you smiling about," Nick asked wonderingly.
"Nothing," she replied, placing her head on his shoulder. It fit perfectly, it felt natural.
He was caught off guard, but he continued to dance. He simply smiled.
"He's really not that great," Nick changed the subject.
"What?" Sara called, head still sitting on his shoulder.
"He used to pick on girls in high school," Nick revealed, stopping Sara from uttering any words.
"And he was pretty friendly on campus in college," he continued desperately.
"Nick Stokes, are you jealous?" Sara teased, picking up her head, and staring closely at his eyes.
"Me? Jealous? No," Nick denied.
"Just telling you the facts," he admitted.
"You know, in case-" he began to babble.
"Oh-my-god, you are," Sara glorified.
"No," Nick lied.
"I think he's kinda cute, pretty smart, and did you see those muscles," she winced. 'Ouch' she mouthed. Her words were probably more piercing that she had imagined, but her tone was still playful, her intent to tease Nick.
With eyes focused on Sara, Nick's eyes voiced pain from her comments. He didn't say a word, he'll let her say whatever she wanted.
"Don't worry, you'll always be my man from Texas," she teased. She titled her head back as she laughed aloud.
There was silence, as both of them smiled and proceeded on dancing.
"So you're into cute guys, sculpted muscles and a brain," Nick joked.
"Only the ones who can dance," she whispered in his ear. The fine hair in on the back of his neck, stood, 'damn' his mind whimpered.
Finally, for the last time before the music ended, he twirled her, cradling her in his arms as he dipped her for the finale. They both smiled as Sara came face to face with Nick.
~*~
"Can everyone please proceed onto the north lawn," the announcer requested, indicating to his left, as a general direction.
"And would all the single ladies gather by the front of the tent, the bride is now ready to throw the bouquet," he continued.
"Sara, don't want to miss this, do you," Kate said. Sara looked at Nick, hesitant.
"Use those football skills, Sara," Nick advised, half-grinning.
"Come on," Kate tugged on Sara's arm.
"Ok," Sara accepted.
Outside the tent, a small group of women assembled at the front of the tent, Sara along with them. When the group was finally assembled, Michelle turned, with her back to the group, and tossed the bouquet. It lingered in the air for several moments, teasing the crowd. She didn't put up fight for it, it simply landed in her hands, Sara was just surprised.
'It's fate,' Michelle stated, as she looked over at Nick and Sara.
"So, you caught the bouquet," Nick asked, smirking in amusement. Seeing Sara walk over to the table where he sat.
"Yup, now I have to find myself a man," Sara answered.
"I thought I was your man," Nick complained, making a fake expression of disappointment.
"I'm keeping my options open," Sara smiled, whispering in his ear.
~*~
After an afternoon of dining and dancing, the party finally disbanded at around midnight. The Texan air had gripped the landscape prompting the guests to indulge in various activities. It was a time to celebrate, to reunite with friends, and to bond with family. They all danced into the late night, never wanting to leave. But as the children grew impatient and the adults feel tired, the party came to a gradual end.
While the last of the guests pulled out of the driveway, and the Stokes family began to settle into their rooms, longing to put their feet up, ease their aches, pains, and rest.
"Oh-my-God," Sara squealed excitedly in the other room.
"Yes, of course I will," her voice continued.
"I'm glad," Nick continued, with similar excitement.
~*~
A/N - What do you think?