Warnings: subtle mention of a woman's curves
Standing beside his brothers. That pastry chef. The barely human environmentalist. Even that cursed blond.
That was his dream.
His family and hers, sitting together as an audience.
That was his dream.
Seeing her, wearing a long, silky white dress. A veil over her sparkling blue eyes, her blushing cheeks, and her smooth pink lips. Her dress comfortably tight in all the right places. Her gaze on him, and only him. Her smile, bright and gorgeous and filled with pure love for him. Her expression, trustful and passionate.
That was his dream.
Her hand reaching toward his. Letting her bridesmaid take her bouquet from her as she let him lead her to the altar. His hand ever so slightly squeezing hers. Her quiet giggle. So sweet. So cute.
That was his dream.
Her honesty as she promised loyalty to him. Her sure smile as she accepted a new name—his name. Her kiss as she gave herself to him willingly.
That was his dream.
And he hoped it was hers too.
Written in 2018.