Chapter 2
Ingrid stood in the doorway, looking into the church. Her heart was racing
as she looked around the old, yet beautiful, building. Fillmore stood at
the altar with Wayne, his best man and the ring bearer, standing next to
him, waiting for her.
This was it. There was no turning back. As badly as she wanted to marry Fillmore, she was still scared out of her mind. She didn't know if she could do this.
Suddenly, she felt someone gently touch her arm, and she looked over to see her father. He smiled at her, linking his arm with hers so he could walk her down the aisle. Ingrid looked at her father a moment, and smiled nervously. Ingrid knew he was just as excited and frightened as she was. He had been crying earlier. Telling her that it seemed like it had only been yesterday that he held her, as a baby, in his arms.
Now she was grown and would soon have children of her own. Ingrid could barely believe it herself, thinking back to her childhood. For a moment, she secretly yearned for those days of innocence. But when she looked back into the church and saw Fillmore once again, she realized that this is exactly where she wanted to be.
Ingrid jumped slightly when the organist began to play the Wedding March. She swallowed nervously, and took a deep breath before stepping forward. She slowly walked down the aisle with her father at her side. Everyone's eyes were on Ingrid, and she could hear some whispering, but they were all smiling.
When they reached the alter, Professor Third stood back as Ingrid took her place next to Fillmore. The priest asked if they had come freely and without reservation to give themselves to the other in marriage. If they will honor and love each other as husband and wife for the rest of their lives, if they will accept children from God lovingly and bring them up according to the law of Christ and His Church. Ingrid and Fillmore answered in the affirmative.
"Please, join hands," The priest requested.
Ingrid and Fillmore did as they were asked, facing each other in order to say their vows. Neither missing a beat.
"I, Cornelius Fillmore, take you, Ingrid Third, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, till death do us part."
"I, Ingrid Third, take you, Cornelius Fillmore, to be my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, till death do us part."
After the vows were said, the priest blessed them, "What God has joined, man must not divide." The priest then took the bride's ring from Wayne, blessing it, and handed it to Fillmore.
"With this ring, I thee wed," Fillmore lifted Ingrid's hand and began to slip the ring onto her ring finger, "in the name of the father and of the son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen."
The priest then took the bridegroom's ring from Wayne, blessed it and handed it to Ingrid.
"With this ring, I three wed," Ingrid slipped the ring onto Fillmore's ring finger, "in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit, Amen."
They promised to be together in times of trouble, in times of strength, in times of joy and sorrow. To love, respect and honor each other.
"I now pronounce you, man and wife," the Priest said cheerfully, "You may kiss the bride."
Fillmore slowly lifted Ingrid's veil, and kissed her gently. The kiss was soft and loving, yet brief.
Once the mass was over, the couple remained at the alter, to pose for wedding photos. They had already asked Danny to be the photographer, it was one of the first things they did when they were planning the wedding. The request had delighted and excited O'Farrell beyond belief. After Danny had gotten the pictures, Fillmore and Ingrid walked down the aisle arm in arm to the strains of the Wedding March.
As they left the church the guests threw rice as they quickly ran down the stairs, laughing. Fillmore and Ingrid kissed quickly before getting into the limousine, and were still laughing after they shut the door and the driver had started driving.
"So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Cornelius Fillmore," Fillmore chuckled.
"Wonderful," Ingrid smiled as she leaned against him. "Absolutely wonderful."
To be continued.
This was it. There was no turning back. As badly as she wanted to marry Fillmore, she was still scared out of her mind. She didn't know if she could do this.
Suddenly, she felt someone gently touch her arm, and she looked over to see her father. He smiled at her, linking his arm with hers so he could walk her down the aisle. Ingrid looked at her father a moment, and smiled nervously. Ingrid knew he was just as excited and frightened as she was. He had been crying earlier. Telling her that it seemed like it had only been yesterday that he held her, as a baby, in his arms.
Now she was grown and would soon have children of her own. Ingrid could barely believe it herself, thinking back to her childhood. For a moment, she secretly yearned for those days of innocence. But when she looked back into the church and saw Fillmore once again, she realized that this is exactly where she wanted to be.
Ingrid jumped slightly when the organist began to play the Wedding March. She swallowed nervously, and took a deep breath before stepping forward. She slowly walked down the aisle with her father at her side. Everyone's eyes were on Ingrid, and she could hear some whispering, but they were all smiling.
When they reached the alter, Professor Third stood back as Ingrid took her place next to Fillmore. The priest asked if they had come freely and without reservation to give themselves to the other in marriage. If they will honor and love each other as husband and wife for the rest of their lives, if they will accept children from God lovingly and bring them up according to the law of Christ and His Church. Ingrid and Fillmore answered in the affirmative.
"Please, join hands," The priest requested.
Ingrid and Fillmore did as they were asked, facing each other in order to say their vows. Neither missing a beat.
"I, Cornelius Fillmore, take you, Ingrid Third, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, till death do us part."
"I, Ingrid Third, take you, Cornelius Fillmore, to be my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, till death do us part."
After the vows were said, the priest blessed them, "What God has joined, man must not divide." The priest then took the bride's ring from Wayne, blessing it, and handed it to Fillmore.
"With this ring, I thee wed," Fillmore lifted Ingrid's hand and began to slip the ring onto her ring finger, "in the name of the father and of the son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen."
The priest then took the bridegroom's ring from Wayne, blessed it and handed it to Ingrid.
"With this ring, I three wed," Ingrid slipped the ring onto Fillmore's ring finger, "in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit, Amen."
They promised to be together in times of trouble, in times of strength, in times of joy and sorrow. To love, respect and honor each other.
"I now pronounce you, man and wife," the Priest said cheerfully, "You may kiss the bride."
Fillmore slowly lifted Ingrid's veil, and kissed her gently. The kiss was soft and loving, yet brief.
Once the mass was over, the couple remained at the alter, to pose for wedding photos. They had already asked Danny to be the photographer, it was one of the first things they did when they were planning the wedding. The request had delighted and excited O'Farrell beyond belief. After Danny had gotten the pictures, Fillmore and Ingrid walked down the aisle arm in arm to the strains of the Wedding March.
As they left the church the guests threw rice as they quickly ran down the stairs, laughing. Fillmore and Ingrid kissed quickly before getting into the limousine, and were still laughing after they shut the door and the driver had started driving.
"So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Cornelius Fillmore," Fillmore chuckled.
"Wonderful," Ingrid smiled as she leaned against him. "Absolutely wonderful."
To be continued.