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A/N – "Thoughts"
Chapter 8 – Wedding Day
For the first time in weeks, Miranda had finally gotten a good night's sleep. The disaster that was Ryan was over and now there was nothing getting in between her and Gordo.
Rolling over, Miranda reached out expecting to find Gordo lying next to her. When she felt nothing but the empty side of the bed, she bolted up right and quickly scanned the bedroom. Her heart beating like it was going to jump out of her chest.
"Gordo?" she asked aloud.
Getting no answer, she shouted his name. "Gordo!"
To her surprise, her mother came rushing in. "Mom?" she asked surprised.
"Morning honey," she said to her as she sat down on the bed next to her.
"Where's David?" Miranda asked frantically.
Mrs. Sanchez smiled and gently stroked her daughter's face, "Everything is alright. He's at his parents house getting ready."
Miranda looked at her mom confused. "Getting ready?"
"The wedding honey. Your wedding."
Miranda's eyes went wide in realization. "The wedding!" She immediately threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. During the whole Ryan fiasco, she had completely forgotten that the wedding was today.
"The dress, the bridesmaids!" she kept on rambling. As she did, she would take a step in one direction, stop, and then take a step in another direction. Like she was trying to go to more than one place at once.
Mrs. Sanchez stood up and grabbed her daughter by the shoulders. "Everything is fine. All that you have to worry about is getting yourself ready. After breakfast, we're going to the hair dresser's to get you ready and then back to the house, where Lizzie as your wedding dress waiting for you. Then onto the church."
Miranda relaxed a little and let out a deep breath. Mrs. Sanchez gently cupped her face. "I can't believe my baby is getting married," she said with a big smile.
Miranda rolled her eyes but smiled softly. "Mom please."
After breakfast was finished, Miranda and her mother left the apartment to met the rest of the bridal party at the hairdresser's.
Now standing in the living room of her parents' house, she carefully got into her wedding dress. Once Lizzie had zipped her up, she gently spun in it and smiled, extremely happy with the job she did on it and how she looked in the dress.
Kate's four-year-old daughter Caitlyn, walked up to her. "You look pretty Aunt Miranda," she told her as she watched in amazement as the light reflected off of the very small crystals Miranda had sown into the dress. Kate and Caitlyn had flown in from Phoenix a few days ago and had been spending the time with Ethan.
During High School, Kate and Miranda gotten along somewhat, only for Lizzie's sake but in college when Kate got pregnant with Caitlyn, they had formed a strange bond. Miranda had helped her accept the fact that she was pregnant and that she would have to raise the child alone. Kate now lived in Phoenix, where she was working as a weekend anchor and field reporter for a local television station.
Miranda smiled down at the girl, who was wearing her light pink flower girl's dress. "Aunt Miranda looks like a princess," Caitlyn told her mom.
"Thank you and you look pretty too," she told her as she carefully bent down and kissed the top of the girl's head. Caitlyn grinned at the older women, proud of the compliment.
Now standing in the chambers of the church, Miranda gently rubbed her stomach as the nervous butterflies were growing.
"Nervous?" her father asked her as he stood next to her.
"A little."
Mr. Sanchez took her daughter's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. As the flower girl, ring bearer, bridesmaid and groomsmen all went forward she took her father's arm and tried to take some deep breaths.
Mr. Sanchez grinned at his daughter, "She looks amazing. I can't believe my little angel is getting married. David's a good man; he'll take care of her. Or I'll have to kill him," as he snickered at his own joke, Miranda looked at him questioningly. "Nothing. You look incredible."
"Thank you Daddy," she said then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Ready?" he asked giving her hand that was in the crook of his arm, a gentle pat.
Miranda took one final deep breath and nodded.
Gordo stood at the altar. He was using all his self-control to keep himself from nervously bouncing on his feet.
"Breathe David," Larry whispered to him as they watched Lizzie, the maid of honor walk down the aisle.
Gordo glanced at Larry but his attention was immediately drawn back to the back of the church as the wedding march played.
The second he saw Miranda, a lopsided grin formed. "Wow."
His eyes never left her as she walked down the aisle towards him. Reaching the alter, he knew the Priest was saying something and Mr. Sanchez answered but he didn't hear them.
His blue eyes never left the black ones beneath the veil and neither did hers.
After Mr. Sanchez lifted the veil and stepped aside for Gordo to take his place.
As they stood for a few seconds, face to face, Miranda mouthed to Gordo, "I love you."
Gordo mouthed back to her, "I love you."
Turning back to the Priest, the ceremony began.
