Part 11
I Thee Wed
Early rays of a cold April sunlight filtered through the blinds he had forgotten to close and tickled the shuttered eyelids of the sleeping man. Moaning softly in protest to the insistent awakening, he rolled over to escape the torture, his face instantly muffled in a soft pillow of equally golden torture—the hair of his girlfriend… or rather, fiancée.
Smiling as he pushed stray tendrils from his eyes, he shuffled closer to her, wrapping one arm around her chest before tipping backwards to bring her sleeping form on top of his. Maria purred softly as she reached out to caress his bare chest, Michael watching her in fascination as he told himself once more that this really was all happening; that the woman in his arms was not only going to be his wife, but she was already carrying their child. It was simply beyond his comprehension.
Pressing his lips to the crown of her head, he closed his eyes tightly and took a slow breath as he felt emotions he had been fighting to keep hidden swell inside him. It was as if the wishes of ten men had suddenly come true, but all for him—it was just too much. Everything he'd ever wanted was about to be realized and yet the clearest thought ringing through his mind was that none of it mattered; as long as he got the girl.
"I love you so much," he whispered against her curls, choking back a threatened sob as twin tears slipped down each cheek.
"Mmm, I love you too," she cooed, adjusting her position against his chest as his muscles tensed visibly. "Those are happy tears, right?" she continued, massaging his abdomen with her hand as she teased him lightly.
"Uh, what tears?" he responded gruffly, swiping at his cheeks while smiling that she knew exactly what he was doing.
"Uh-huh," she said softly, twisting away from his body to slide towards his face. Kissing his cheek lightly, she smiled against the damp surface before moving on to his lips and murmuring, "What tears."
Returning her offered embrace, Michael smiled against her lips, in awe of how she got him so easily… and actually liked what she saw. "You are amazing, you know that?"
"Why yes I do," she replied easily, yawning as she moved to stretch her arms above her head. He only continued his entranced smile as she slowly brought her arms back down, a look of glee washing over her face as her eyes fell to her left hand. "We are getting married," she said softly, reaching out to touch the platinum band with its solitary sparkling diamond lightly.
"Yes we are," he confirmed, planting another kiss on her head as she curled against him once more.
"When?" she asked softly.
"What?"
"When? When do you want to?"
"I… I didn't think about it," he answered truthfully, honestly shocked that she had brought up the topic. "I just, I guess I just figured you'd want to wait a while… but suddenly I'm not sure why," he finished slowly.
Maria tipped her face towards his, easing his flustered expression with her smile. "I know, the baby, bed rest, but I don't think I want to wait," she stated clearly. "It'd be nice to have a little Baby Guerin, wouldn't it?"
Michael could only grin as indescribable elation washed over him at her words.
"And besides, I always wanted a spring wedding," she hinted boldly.
"Spring, hey?"
"Yeah."
"Just a sec," he interrupted, pushing her gently from his chest as he eased himself into a standing position. Walking briskly across the room, he stepped into the spare bedroom he had converted into an office and rustled around, returning a moment later proudly holding up the elusive mystery item—a calendar.
Maria grinned as she pushed herself up on the bed, watching as Michael wordlessly reached for her stash of pillows on the floor and placed them one by one behind her back.
"Good?" he asked as he took a seat beside her.
"Perfect," she smiled, leaning forward to watch as he opened the calendar.
"Okay, so the baby's due on July 23rd," he said slowly, flipping forward to July before moving back to May. "You wanna go for May 17th?"
"It's April 7th," she shrieked. "You want to get married in six weeks?"
"Okay, okay," he relented, cowering away from her hand as it swatted at his shoulder. "I just thought you'd want lots of time to prepare for the baby."
"Do you have any idea how long it takes to plan a wedding?" she asked, immediately wincing as she realized that he actually did.
"Well," he said slowly, pursing his lips together before bursting out laughing at the ill look on her face. "It's okay," he said quickly, reaching to rub her leg briskly. "Somehow I think a quickie wedding in Vegas at 18 isn't going to compare to this one."
Smiling through the flush spread across her cheeks, she leaned in to capture his lips with a kiss as he confirmed that it didn't matter at all that he was married before, she was the one wearing his ring these days.
"All right," he said, pulling away from her adoration reluctantly. "How about June? The 14th?"
"How about the 18th? Wednesday," she countered, grinning as she saw him understand the significance of the day.
"Only fitting," he replied stretching out towards her bedside to grab a red pen. Marking a huge heart on the day with bold strokes, he leaned in to kiss her once again. "So you'll be Mrs. Guerin on June 18th, hey?"
"Maria Guerin…" she echoed slowly, pulling away from him to mull over the name thoughtfully. "You know, I didn't change Deluca the last time I had the chance."
"Oh," he said quickly. "Well you don't…"
Nodding, she ignored his obviously flustered mumblings as she leaned back in to capture his still moving lips with hers. "I think I'll go for it this time."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"So exactly when were you planning on informing me of your little announcement?"
Michael was sitting on the couch in his living room, letting Maria catch up on writing that she suddenly felt inspired to attempt again while he lost himself in the NHL playoff season. Looking up at the sudden intrusion into his home, he shook his head as he watched Isabel let herself into the apartment, striding across the room towards him while Laney scampered off down the hallway, doubtlessly looking for the stash of toys he kept in the spare room for her.
"Hi Laney," he called as the child hurried away from him without a second glance. Shifting his gaze to his fuming sister when there was no response, he threw his hands up in mock surrender as he fell back against the cushions. "I give up, what did I do wrong this time?"
"Wrong? WRONG!" Isabel screeched, plopping down on the couch beside him to wrap her arms tightly around his neck. "Nothing!" she cried happily, melding her lips to his cheek as she showcased her obvious joy at his new relationship status. "Just a little advance warning, you know."
"I know, I know," Michael relented, fighting to detach himself from her death-like grip. "But I didn't want her to find out."
"Fine, but still… ah!" she squealed again, flinging her arms around him once more.
"Okay," he said firmly, pushing forcibly against her as he moved aside. "It's great, I get it, now breathe."
Inhaling and exhaling slowly, Isabel smiled brilliantly as she released him from her hold, sighing as she forced herself to calm down. "It is great," she echoed. "I mean, I always thought I'd have two sister-in-laws, you know? I just thought Max'd be giving me the second."
Smirking, Michael dropped his gaze as he blushed at his sister's teasing.
"Not that this is a bad thing," she continued, nudging him with her shoulder. "I think she's really good for you."
"She is," he confirmed quietly.
Smiling, Isabel dropped her hand to her brother's leg, giving it a quick squeeze before moving to stand from the couch. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a wedding to plan."
"Wait," Michael said quickly, standing to move after his sister as she walked down the hallway towards the master bedroom. "You have to plan it?"
"Well," she drawled, turning in the hallway to face him. "You certainly aren't going to do it, she's confined to her bed, and her mother doesn't live here, who else is going to pull this together in ten weeks?"
Shaking his head, Michael laughed at Isabel's logic but admitted to himself that she was probably right. They really did need help pulling this off and an official event coordinator was the perfect person to do it. "Fine, but you have to ask Maria what she wants, and no pink no matter what she says."
"Deal," she replied smiling, turning once again to knock softly on the slightly open bedroom door. "Hey sister," Isabel called, stepping inside before stopping abruptly. "Laney!" she exclaimed.
Looking up at her mommy, Laney giggled from her position on the bed with Maria, smiling as she danced her newest Barbie doll across the woman's knees. "Mommy! M'Ria wikes Barbie too!"
"Laney," Isabel hissed, moving completely inside the room. "I thought you were playing with your toys."
"I am, toys and Aunt M'Ria," the child replied innocently.
An immediate hush fell over the three adults as they heard the new title Laney had created for Michael's fiancée.
"Sweetie," Isabel spoke first, walking over to take a seat on the foot of the bed. She smiled at Maria who was staring in awe at the little girl, reaching out to still Laney's hand as it reached for another Barbie outfit. "Sweetie, why did you call Maria your aunt?"
"Be-tause Unca Mica don-na marry her, see?" Laney explained exasperatedly, pointing to the ring adorning Maria's hand. "And she say I tan tum."
Approaching the smiling girls, Michael walked around to crawl up on the other side of the bed, pulling his niece into his arms as he planted a kiss on her head. "Of course you can come, baby girl. You can even be our flower girl, okay?"
"O-tay," Laney said shrugging, obviously having no idea what a flower girl was, just glad to be included in what sounded like a fun day. "But I not baby Unca Mica. Laney big durl."
"Yes you are," Michael said, laughing as he released the squirming child from his hold. Catching Maria's teary gaze, he reached out to squeeze her hand lightly, "No tears, happy day, remember?"
"Happy day," she repeated, nodding as she blinked her eyes furiously.
"Hey, I know what will make you smile, let's get to planning this wedding, shall we?" Isabel interjected, reaching into her bag to product a gigantic wedding organizer book with pictures of dresses and swatches of fabric already peeking out from the edges.
"Oh… I… you can't do that," Maria said quickly, holding up her hand to stop the bubbling blonde.
"Oh, okay," Isabel replied slowly, shifting her eyes to Michael's and back again before turning to slide the book back into her bag. "I just thought…" she mumbled, obviously scorned.
"No, no," Maria said, stretching her arm out to stop Isabel from concealing the book completely. "It's just that Liz and Tess are coming over to help, I don't want to leave them out."
"Oh, sure," Isabel said smiling, her confidence returning as she pulled the book back onto her lap. "I have lots of tasks for everyone."
Maria laughed, already thinking of the nightmare that would ensue once the logical brain of Elizabeth Parker matched wits with the organizational empire of Isabel Evans-Whitman. "I'm sure you do, but I think Liz might already have some ideas. She's bringing her 'How to Be a Blushing Bride' book."
"Blushing?" Isabel queried. "Hmm," she said, placing one hand beneath her chin. "I haven't heard of that planner."
"Oh, it's not a planner, she made it… when she was 13."
"Ah, well I'm sure it will be a lovely resource," Isabel murmured, already immersing herself in her own wedding planning book.
Michael laughed at his sister's outward anal-ness and moved to stand from the bed again. "If you'll excuse me, I have some work to do," he said, walking around to give Maria a kiss.
"Oh, I almost forgot, Alex is waiting downstairs in the car for you, you're supposed to meet Max for a little pre-wedding celebration."
"Pre… it's over two months weeks away!"
"Michael, when does Alex ever get to celebrate anything? He bought cigars, go play with him."
Rolling his eyes, he gave Maria one additional kiss and walked out of the room still musing over the 'fun' the women would have planning this wedding. "Just make sure there's no pink!" he called over his shoulder as he grabbed his jacket.
"Sure thing babe!" Maria replied from the bedroom, winking at Laney and Isabel as she did.
"Aunt M'Ria, me like pink," Laney pouted.
"Oh don't worry baby girl, there'll be lots of pink."
Isabel laughed as she thought about the ease with which Maria handled Michael; they truly were the perfect match for the other. Ducking her head back into her planner, she struggled to hide her laughter as Laney suddenly stood up on the bed and stomped her foot dramatically.
"Aunt M'Ria, me not baby!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
For you see, each day I love you more,
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow
The presence of your company is requested at the union of
Maria Deluca
and
Michael Guerin
on Wednesday, June 18th, 2003,
at seven o'clock in the evening,
45 Riverdale Crescent, Apt. 1603.
Reception to follow.
Maria clasped her hands on top of her protruding stomach and sighed heavily. She had finally been successful in convincing her wedding day entourage to leave her alone for five minutes and was taking the rare moment of peace to just gather her thoughts.
She was getting married in less than ten minutes, her emotions were…
"Nothing, I got nothing," she mumbled quietly, struggling to find the right words to describe how she felt in the moment. "You are a freakin' writer and you can't find one adjective to describe bliss!"
"You never did function well under pressure," a warm voice spoke from the doorway.
"Well, you'd know better than anyone, wouldn't you?" Maria responded with a smile, looking up into the beaming face of her mother as the woman approached.
Amy Valenti took a seat on the bed by her daughter's side, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind the other woman's ear. "Perfect," she whispered as she sat back to gaze at her baby.
Maria had selected an empire waist gown to be married in, really the only cut that would still fit her rapidly expanding figure. The beaded bodice highlighted her already swelling breasts, the flowing chiffon material masking the fact that she was celebrating 35 weeks of pregnancy today. Her hair hung in loose curls about her shoulders, select pieces pulled back behind her head where they were gathered in a pearl encrusted clip.
She returned the smile as she felt the telltale string of tears prick her eyes again. It was bad enough to be an emotional wreck while pregnant, but throw getting married on top of it and she was willing to bet that the Hoover Dam paled in comparison to the waterworks display she was capable of.
"I can't believe my baby's getting married," Amy sighed as she clasped her daughter's hand in her own.
"Mom, your baby's also about to have a baby, I don't think getting married is such a big step."
"I guess not," she said, smiling while reaching onto the bedside table for a tissue. Taking one, two, three… six from the box, she grinned at her daughter as she shrugged helplessly. "I won't cry, I promise."
"Sure," Maria laughed. "Just leave some for me because I'm not crying either."
"Oh my," Amy breathed, turning to wrap her arms around her daughter forcefully. "I love my little girl."
"Uh, Mom," Maria croaked, patting the older woman on the back as she felt the breath be squeezed from her body. "A little less love?"
"Sorry," Amy apologized quickly, pulling away to straighten the shifted fabric covering the new baby that was about to gain his father's name. "There, perfect again."
"Thank you," Maria whispered, her voice clouding with emotion as she let her mother take care of her once more. "For just… everything."
"Stop it Maria," Amy cautioned playfully, dabbing at her eyes as she stood from the bed. "We have lots of time to cry and reminisce in the next five weeks, today is not the day." Turning to walk towards the door, she hesitated with her hand on the knob to smile back at her daughter. "You ready?"
"Let's get married," Maria confirmed steadily.
Outside the room, Isabel looked up as soon as the door opened and smiled at Amy's nervous 'mother-of-the-bride' expression. Stepping forward, she guided the woman into her place in the line-up of wedding guests winding along the hallway of the apartment, tossing one last smile of confidence towards the even more nervous groom before returning to her place beside Alex.
"Okay people," she said softly but firmly. "It's time!"
The eternal planner in her hadn't overlooked a single detail of the day and as she pushed open the door to the bedroom become wedding chapel, even she had to smile at the magnificent job she had organized. The ceiling of the room was covered in soft strips of billowing white silk, creating a tent like feeling inside the usual bedroom. The walls were draped in a similar fashion, setting off huge pillars spaced evenly around the room from which dripping vines of ivy curled languidly. Pink roses set off the muted tones of green, creating a Garden of Eden paradise in the once prison-cell grey room.
The final touch was candles of all shapes and sizes placed painstakingly on every open surface. The faint light emanating from them now cast a soft glow over the waiting bride sitting on the bed and Isabel smiled as she hooked her arm in Alex's and walked purposefully across the room. Stopping by the bedside, she leaned down to place the long stem pink rose she held in her hand into Maria's arms, kissing her lightly on the cheek before moving aside. Alex followed suit, adding his flower to Isabel's before winking his encouragement at the pregnant woman.
Moving around the bed to stand against the far wall, Isabel and Alex made room for the next pair of guests, Diane and Phillip Evans, the people Michael had called Mom and Dad for 16 years. The pair added flowers to the growing collection in Maria's arms, their glowing faces reminding her once more that they approved of the new union. Amy and Jim Valenti were next, Maria's mother and stepfather crossing the room with tears in their eyes as they each leaned down to first add their flowers to the bundle, then wrap their arms around her for an extended hug.
Kyle and Tess were the last 'guests' to enter, Maria's baby brother almost crying himself as Tess blushed and wiped at her own eyes. Tess added their flowers to Maria's arms and helped gather them together neatly before resting her hand on the girl's arm and taking her place standing by her husband's side. The belle of the ball entered next, Laney looking beyond adorable in a pale pink dress that Isabel assured Michael was actually a shade of white. She stared at the transformed room as she walked purposely towards the bed and reached up to hand her two pink roses to her new Aunt M'Ria. Smiling down at the child, Maria passed her a Barbie doll dressed in her own flowing white gown, purchased by Liz who knew that the little girl would need something to keep her occupied throughout the ceremony.
Taking her place my Maria's side, Laney immediately started playing with the doll as Liz and Max, the maid of honor and best man, entered next, each bearing a flower to add to the fast-growing bouquet. Their additions making an even dozen, Liz leaned down to add a ribbon to the entire bundle, fastening it into a perfect bow thanks to hours of tutoring on such practices by Isabel. Satisfied that it would pass the blonde's inspection, she smiled through teary eyes at Maria and stepped back slightly to stand at her side. Max rounded the room, passing the lined-off guests as he took his place by the opposite side of the bed.
A hush settled over the room once everyone was in place, the final piece of the wedding puzzle entering the room tentatively under the watchful eyes of the tiny crowd. Looking up, Maria was suddenly aware of just how nervous she was as she watched Michael enter. Smiling at his mirrored anxiousness, she let her eyes rake over his decidedly 'James Bond'-ish body, a black suit set off by a white dress shirt left open at the collar that complimented him perfectly.
Catching her eyes, Michael hesitated for a moment as he let his gaze fall upon her for the first time that day. He swore nothing had ever soothed his soul in such a fashion as she smiled and he felt his nerves dissipate. Willing his legs to move, he started across the room, shooting a smile in her direction as he lowered himself beside her on the bed.
"Hey handsome," she whispered, clasping his hand as he closed towards her.
"You look," he started, pausing to find the right words to express how exquisite she appeared. "Stunning," he finished, leaning down to kiss her before a loud cough from Tess signaled that they had to wait for that particular action.
Stepping away from Kyle, the tiny blonde positioned herself at the end of the bed and cleared her throat lightly. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Michael Jonathan Guerin and Maria Catherine Deluca," she announced.
Maria smiled as she watched Tess settle into the role she had begged to play in the ceremony—Internet-ordained minister. It wasn't conventional but then she was getting married on her fiancé's bed at 35 weeks of pregnancy, there wasn't much convention present in this day at all.
Losing herself in the words Tess spoke, Maria found she could only think of the grip Michael held on her hand, the physical connection no longer enough as she yearned for a more permanent one. In what seemed like mere moments, she heard Michael's name being spoken and squeezed his hand in reassurance as he turned slightly to face her. Reaching for her other hand, he held both tightly in his sweating palms, his inability to remain cool and collected evident as he swallowed heavily and prepared to answer Tess's question.
"Michael, will you have this woman to be your wedded wife, to live together in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her so long as you both shall live?"
Michael replied softly, a smile playing on his lips as he did, "I will."
Turning to Maria, Tess repeated her question, "Maria, will you have this man to be your wedded husband, to live together in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him so long as you both shall live?"
"I will," Maria breathed, returning his smile as she gripped his hand tightly. Staring at Michael intently, she silently encouraged him to take the next step, knowing that it was time for them to repeat the vows they had written for each other.
Swallowing his nervousness, Michael gritted his teeth as he fought to cleanly state the words he had written for her. "Maria, when I think about the emotions this day elicits in me, I can only find one word to describe it—overwhelming. The indescribable effect meeting you has had on every aspect of my life is still too much to comprehend sometimes yet I am acutely aware of one thing—I need it all. You, your love, our baby—I want everything you give me and more. I want to feel every feeling you stir inside me and thrive on them to be a better person."
"I can't promise you that the road ahead of us will always be paved with gold, but I can promise you that I will try to make it so. I will always love you, and care for you, and be there through the storms and the sun to shelter you. This is my vow to you."
Smiling nervously at his about to be wife, he said a silent thank you that he had made it through his self-composed vows without error. Attempting to write anything to compare to the magnificence she was capable of was futile, yet he had known how important it was to her that he try and so he had… for a full month.
Staring at him in awe, Maria felt her resolve to make it through her own vows without crying crumble as she listened to the words he had written for her. An incomprehensible feeling of love and pride washed over her as she realized that this was actually happening, that today had actually arrived, and that she was sitting here in the midst of saying her wedding vows to the man she loved more than she had ever thought possible.
Steeling herself against the tears tingling her eyes, she almost lost it as his thumbs rubbed briskly over the back of her hands. Biting the inside of her cheek to will herself to complete her part of the ceremony, she forced a smile as she fought back the tears and started her promise to him.
"Michael, I thought long and hard about what I could say today to express my vow of love to you. I read every resource I had to find my usual spark of inspiration and there was nothing. Finally I realized that the words weren't escaping me, there just weren't any. In all the books ever written, in all the dictionaries ever published, there have never been the words to express the beautiful difference you have made in my life and to look anywhere but inside of myself to make a promise to you was futile."
"I love you, like you told me once, I think I have always loved you. The only way to express that is to show you, every day, for the rest of my life. I want to share myself with you, fully, completely, eternally. This is my vow to you."
Tears she could no longer hold back dripped from each eye and she blinked them closed as he reached up to brush away the wetness with his fingers. Enjoying the feel of her face being held in his hands for an extended moment, she suddenly felt his hot breath on her face, followed by his lips pressing against hers as he moved in to kiss her. Returning the gesture hungrily, she heard a faint coughing from Tess, smiling as the sound grew louder and she resolved to ignore it.
The whispered, "Isabel, they're doing it wrong," from Tess finally brought the two of them apart, to the joyous applause of every member of the room.
Maria blushed, lowering her head as she smiled shyly at Michael and reveled in the newness of being his wife. In return, he coiled his hand around hers, assuring the promised union as he held onto her tightly.
Clearing her throat once again to bring attention back to the ceremony, Tess frowned disapprovingly at the impatient couple before shaking her head and smiling. "Okay, Max? Rings?"
Max stepped forward to place the twin platinum bands on the 'Idiot's Guide to Officiating a Wedding' that Tess held in her hand. Selecting the smaller of the two, Tess reached forward to hand it to Michael, nodding as she silently reassured him that he knew the words to say.
Reaching out with his left hand to grasp hers, he held the band in his right and poised it above her finger. "Maria, I give you this ring as a sign of my love and devotion, with it I promise myself to you and give you my body, soul, and heart," he spoke softly, emotion choking his voice as he finally recognized the magnitude of the steps they were taking. Slipping the ring fully onto her finger, he let his hand graze there for an extended moment before leaning in to steal another kiss from her lips.
"Excuse me," Tess coughed rudely, shaking her head as they refused to obey the rules of the ceremony. "Honestly," she muttered beneath her breath. "Like rabbits."
Her mouth falling open in shock, Maria could only keep the disapproval displayed on her face for minutes before the accuracy of Tess's statement set in and she blushed. Smiling at her friend, she reached out to accept the second ring from the proffered book, shooting Tess a look that said she wasn't off the hook yet, but keeping quiet as she turned back to her almost husband.
"Michael, I give you this ring as a sign of my love and devotion, with it I promise myself to you and give you my body, soul, and heart," she offered, grinning as it slipped onto his hand effortlessly, right up to his knuckle. Pushing against the folds of skin determinedly, Maria finally had to relent and let him finish the task, waiting patiently until he was properly claimed as hers before reaching out to grasp his face again.
"Almost done?" she whispered, knowing that Tess was shooting bolts of electricity from her eyes by now as she kissed him again.
"Almost," he replied softly.
"Okay, okay, it's obvious that you two are anxious for the honeymoon to begin, so by the power vested in me by the people at www.getordained.com, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride… again."
Falling into each other's arms amid cheers from their families, Michael and Maria shared a passion-filled kiss as they celebrated two becoming one. Each had been unknowingly waiting for this day their entire lives and to have it finally realized was simply amazing.
"I'm your wife," Maria whispered as she pulled away from him slowly.
"Yes you are," Michael replied, grinning widely at her. "So Mrs. Guerin, what's the first thing you want to do as a married woman?"
"Oh, umm," she wondered. "Ah, eat cake?"
Laughing, Michael reluctantly pushed himself away from her to stand and make his way around the bed. Bending towards her from the opposite side, he held out his hand as asked, "How about dancing?"
"Michael, I…"
"Relax, I got you," he said softly, bending down to place one arm beneath her knees while the other snaked behind her back. Standing again, he smiled as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and showcased her obvious elation at sharing a forbidden dance with her new husband. The soft notes of the song she had selected but never hoped to dance to filled the air slowly as they turned.
Maybe it's intuition
Or something's you just don't question
Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant
And there it goes, I think I found my best friend
I know that it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you in to life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
There's just no rhyme or reason
Only a sense of completion
And in your eyes, I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for, I think I've found my way home
I know that it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you in to life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
Her forehead pressed against his as the music faded into nothingness and Maria sighed contentedly, letting the beauty of the moment wash over her. Pulling away from him, she smiled at him for a moment before stiffening abruptly, her expression changing to one of surprise as she looked into his eyes.
"Michael?" she started questioningly.
"What?" he mumbled, realizing almost immediately what she was reacting to as he noticed object of her distress.
"I think my water just broke."
