Sybil stretched her body out across the bed, trying to wake herself up a little. Tom wasn't in bed beside her. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and stared out of the window. It was a beautifully sunny day, which bode well for Sybil and Tom. Today was their wedding day.

"Mornin'," Tom said, coming into the room carrying two mugs of tea for them each. His Irish accent was thick and husky – one of the first things Sybil had noticed about her soon-to-be husband.

"Morning," Sybil hummed, unable to stop a smile from forming over her lips.

She sat up in bed and took one of the mugs from Tom, wrapping her fingers around the warm tea. Tom leant down to kiss her on the head before he sat on the edge of the bed.

"How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Surprisingly well actually," Sybil said. "And there were no weird anxiety dreams or anything either."

"I'm glad."

"What about you? How was your night?" Sybil asked.

"I barely slept at all," he confessed.

"Oh no," Sybil said sympathetically. "How come?"

Tom shrugged slightly.

"You're not nervous are you?" Sybil asked.

"A little bit," Tom admitted.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I'm not going to be leaving you at the altar!" Sybil said with a small laugh. "I've wanted to marry you for so long, Tom. I'm not throwing away my chance now that we're so close."

"It's not that that's worrying me," Tom said. "I know I love you and I know you love me and I know that today will be our wedding night and we're going to spend the rest of our lives together."

"So why didn't you sleep? You know I love you, don't you?"

"Yes, I know that," Tom said, reaching across to take hold of Sybil hand. "I don't know why I'm nervous, but I am. I don't know… I'm just not used to having so many people stare at me whilst I declare my love to you."

"Then don't think about it," Sybil said, shifting in bed. She put her mug on her bedside table and took Tom's mug out of his hand to put it next to hers. "Come here," she said, moving her and Tom so that they were both sitting right in the middle of the bed, facing one another.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked.

"Just listen," Sybil said. "When we get married today, we are going to be standing in a room full of the people who love us most."

"That's not hugely comforting," Tom said.

Sybil placed one finger over his lips. "Just listen," she repeated. "We are going to be in a room full of people who love us dearly. But I promise you, when we're up there, when you are looking at me and when I am looking at you, you won't even think about them. You won't be able to think about anything other than us."

"How do you know that?" Tom asked.

"Have some faith," Sybil whispered, leaning closer to Tom and placing a full kiss on his lips. "You always tell me how important it is to believe in the impossible and to trust love."

Tom couldn't help but smile. Sybil was repeating his own words to him. He had comforted her endless times when she was feeling fragile with words of love.

"You always know how to make me feel better," Tom said.

"I learnt from the best," she said with a smile and a quick kiss. Today was her wedding day and nothing was going to stop her from loving her husband more today than she ever had before.

Should I have been writing an essay? Absolutely. Did I enjoy writing this though? Absolutely! Let me know in a review if you enjoyed it too :)