Morgan held her head up high, straightened her back, as far as her pregnant tummy allowed her.
She adjusted the wreath of fresh flowers in her hair, and took a deep breath.
It was a beautiful June day, the sun shone down through the trees dotted in and around the field that Morgan was just about to get married in.
There were dozens of chairs set out, with people of all ages present in them. Morgan peeked out from the marquee, nervous and excited all at once. She spotted Alice talking excitedly to a few elders from her coven, and her sister Mary K, in a bridesmaid dress talking to a local band, who were setting up instruments.
Morgan was 7 months pregnant and was just about to be married by handfasting to Hunter, who was in robes standing at the alter, with Robbie, one of Morgans best friends, at his side, acting as best man. Bree, another of Morgans best friends, stood beside Robbie fixing his suit.
It was an odd assembly. Half the congregation were dressed in suits and fancy dresses. The other half were dressed in robes and gowns, carrying symbolic brooms, that later, if Morgans tummy permitted, she and Hunter would jump, an act mirroring the jump into a new life.
Morgan had planned to have both catholic and wiccan aspects to her wedding, after all, she had been brought up a catholic. Her parents had urged her to be married in a church, before the baby was born. Morgan chose to be married before the baby was born, but not in a church.
So, Morgan would have bridesmaids and have her dad walk her down the makeshift aisle. Hunter would have a best man, and their would be toasts. But there would be wiccan aspects, such as the wiccan vows, the jumping of the broom, the robes and gowns.
They were in the same field that they had celebrated Beltane a few years ago, with the old crowd. The same field Morgan and Hunter had, for the first time, celebrated their love, under a shower of petals. It seemed appropriate now, to be married here.
Morgan smiled to herself, and knew she was doing the right thing.
Suddenly, Bree, Mary K, Alice, and her Dad were approaching her.
" Oh my god Morgan, you're just about to be married !" squeeled Mary K, hugging Morgan.
" You look gorgeous Morgan, I hope Hunter appreciates you. " said Bree smiling.
" She's right, you do look beautiful, like a Goddess. I wish you and Hunter all the best, you have been like a daughter to me Morgan, we've been through a lot, havent we ? You've come a long way, I'm proud of you " said Alice, a tear falling over her cheek, hugging Morgan, then retreating back to her seat.
" You look lovely, I'm so proud of you. Are you ready ?" said her Dad a bit choked, holding out his arm.
" I'm ready " said Morgan quietly, as the first strings of Celtic music flowed out.
Morgan and Hunter got married that warm summers day. They said their vows, to love each other forever, and meant it.
Later that summer, Morgan delivered a beautiful baby girl.
She called her Meera.
A/N : D What do you think ? Im quite tearful now, my last chappie of my first ever fanfic ! Review review review ! I luv ya all !
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