In the end, images of the day were what stood out to Nick and Sara. For
Nick, it was the image of Sara standing at the end of the aisle on her
father's arm waiting to walk up and join him. That dress took his breath
away and tears began to form in his eyes as she made her way up the aisle.
He cried through the entire ceremony, his eyes never leaving hers as he
smiled at her through his tears.
Sara grinned at him. The tears in his eyes were a beautiful gift to her of his raw emotion toward her. She found herself reaching over and brushing the tears from his face from time to time, almost completely oblivious to what Nick's uncle was saying as he led them through the ceremony. It wasn't until they were pronounced husband and wife and Nick kissed her that she tasted her own tears mingling with his. She was sure that she'd never been happier.
They were vaguely aware that there were other people there as they shared their first dance, and for the life of her, Sara couldn't remember who had caught the bouquet or the garter. Before the wedding, she had threatened Nick within an inch of his life if he dared to smash cake in her face, and being the smart man that he was, he fed it to her gently.
It wasn't until they were in a limousine heading toward an historic luxury hotel that Nick's siblings had all chipped in for their honeymoon, that it finally sank in that they were married. Sara rested against Nick, staring at their wedding rings, the same rings that Nick's grandparents had worn for over 60 years as a symbol of the commitment between them.
They entered the bridal suite and just stood there for a moment as the bell man placed their luggage inside the doorway and quietly exited, putting a 'do not disturb' sign on the outside of the door.
Nick grinned at Sara. "We're married."
She giggled. "I know."
Nick felt tears forming in his eyes again. "I love you so much, Sara."
Sara stepped toward him and brushed the tears away. "I know. I love you too."
Nick tentatively touched her cheek, searching her eyes as he leaned in and gently kissed her. As he pulled away, he found her smiling and he took her hand, leading her toward the double doors separating the sitting area of the suite from the bedroom.
Nick shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders as he closed the door behind him.
Sara stepped toward him with a smirk on her face, reaching up and unfastening his bow tie. "Did you lock the door?"
He chuckled. "I think the bell man took care of that for us."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're sure, because, I'm really not in the mood to be interrupted."
He looked mildly amused. "Do you want me to go check?"
She tried to restrain her smile. "It might be a good idea."
Nick chuckled. "Since you insist."
Sara leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling as she pulled back. "I insist."
Nick returned a few moments later minus his shoes, socks, and tie. "All taken care of. No one should be able to interrupt us."
Sara grinned mischievously. "Good, because I've been wanting to do this to you since I bought this dress." While Nick had been checking on the door, she had unzipped her dress. A wide eyed Nick watched as she fingered the spaghetti straps on her gown, pulling them off her shoulders as she let the dress drop to the ground. She stood there in nothing but her birthday suit.
Nick's jaw slowly closed and he began to smile as he looked at her appreciatively. "I think I'm a little overdressed."
Sara smirked. "I would say so." She stepped toward him and began to unbutton his shirt only to be stopped by Nick as he crushed her against him and placed a searing kiss on her mouth.
They slowly made their way to the bed, stopping to help Nick discard an article of clothing here and there and to trade deep passionate kisses, finally tumbling onto the bed where they gave themselves up to each other.
Much later, they lay in each others arms enjoying the sensation of being together, knowing that they had a lifetime ahead of them to be together.
Sara looked into Nick's eyes and smiled. "Life is crazy. I never would have thought I could be this happy if I just stopped trying to be in control and let things happen."
Nick grinned at her. "And I wouldn't trade the craziness of life for anything. It brought me you." He leaned toward her and whispered before he kissed her. "To la vida loca."
~ The End ~
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Author's Note: Thanks to each and every person who took the time to review this story. I had no idea that it would get such a great response. This is one of those stories that sort of took over and wrote itself. Several portions of this story were taken from actual events in the lives of people that I know. The story about how Nick's grandparents got together is a true story of a couple that I know that have been married for 60 some years. The story of Chelsea and Kevin is based on the story of three sets of my friends that were in deep denial about their feelings for each other as 'just friends' who have all been happily married now for some time. And even the boxer wedgie story is taken from something a friend 'overshared' with me.
Just a note to the two people who felt this story had gone on long enough, if you were bored in chapter two, I'm surprised you stuck around for chapter 39, unless of course it's the whole Nick and Sara thing that you have a problem with. Remember, no one is forcing you to read this.
Sara grinned at him. The tears in his eyes were a beautiful gift to her of his raw emotion toward her. She found herself reaching over and brushing the tears from his face from time to time, almost completely oblivious to what Nick's uncle was saying as he led them through the ceremony. It wasn't until they were pronounced husband and wife and Nick kissed her that she tasted her own tears mingling with his. She was sure that she'd never been happier.
They were vaguely aware that there were other people there as they shared their first dance, and for the life of her, Sara couldn't remember who had caught the bouquet or the garter. Before the wedding, she had threatened Nick within an inch of his life if he dared to smash cake in her face, and being the smart man that he was, he fed it to her gently.
It wasn't until they were in a limousine heading toward an historic luxury hotel that Nick's siblings had all chipped in for their honeymoon, that it finally sank in that they were married. Sara rested against Nick, staring at their wedding rings, the same rings that Nick's grandparents had worn for over 60 years as a symbol of the commitment between them.
They entered the bridal suite and just stood there for a moment as the bell man placed their luggage inside the doorway and quietly exited, putting a 'do not disturb' sign on the outside of the door.
Nick grinned at Sara. "We're married."
She giggled. "I know."
Nick felt tears forming in his eyes again. "I love you so much, Sara."
Sara stepped toward him and brushed the tears away. "I know. I love you too."
Nick tentatively touched her cheek, searching her eyes as he leaned in and gently kissed her. As he pulled away, he found her smiling and he took her hand, leading her toward the double doors separating the sitting area of the suite from the bedroom.
Nick shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders as he closed the door behind him.
Sara stepped toward him with a smirk on her face, reaching up and unfastening his bow tie. "Did you lock the door?"
He chuckled. "I think the bell man took care of that for us."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're sure, because, I'm really not in the mood to be interrupted."
He looked mildly amused. "Do you want me to go check?"
She tried to restrain her smile. "It might be a good idea."
Nick chuckled. "Since you insist."
Sara leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling as she pulled back. "I insist."
Nick returned a few moments later minus his shoes, socks, and tie. "All taken care of. No one should be able to interrupt us."
Sara grinned mischievously. "Good, because I've been wanting to do this to you since I bought this dress." While Nick had been checking on the door, she had unzipped her dress. A wide eyed Nick watched as she fingered the spaghetti straps on her gown, pulling them off her shoulders as she let the dress drop to the ground. She stood there in nothing but her birthday suit.
Nick's jaw slowly closed and he began to smile as he looked at her appreciatively. "I think I'm a little overdressed."
Sara smirked. "I would say so." She stepped toward him and began to unbutton his shirt only to be stopped by Nick as he crushed her against him and placed a searing kiss on her mouth.
They slowly made their way to the bed, stopping to help Nick discard an article of clothing here and there and to trade deep passionate kisses, finally tumbling onto the bed where they gave themselves up to each other.
Much later, they lay in each others arms enjoying the sensation of being together, knowing that they had a lifetime ahead of them to be together.
Sara looked into Nick's eyes and smiled. "Life is crazy. I never would have thought I could be this happy if I just stopped trying to be in control and let things happen."
Nick grinned at her. "And I wouldn't trade the craziness of life for anything. It brought me you." He leaned toward her and whispered before he kissed her. "To la vida loca."
~ The End ~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Author's Note: Thanks to each and every person who took the time to review this story. I had no idea that it would get such a great response. This is one of those stories that sort of took over and wrote itself. Several portions of this story were taken from actual events in the lives of people that I know. The story about how Nick's grandparents got together is a true story of a couple that I know that have been married for 60 some years. The story of Chelsea and Kevin is based on the story of three sets of my friends that were in deep denial about their feelings for each other as 'just friends' who have all been happily married now for some time. And even the boxer wedgie story is taken from something a friend 'overshared' with me.
Just a note to the two people who felt this story had gone on long enough, if you were bored in chapter two, I'm surprised you stuck around for chapter 39, unless of course it's the whole Nick and Sara thing that you have a problem with. Remember, no one is forcing you to read this.