AN: Thank you to everyone!
"We're going to be late!" Chelsea tossed Vaughn's hat across the room.
Vaughn caught the hat in one hand, chuckled, placed it on the bedside table, and went back to tying his tie. "I can't wear that to a wedding."
"Oh." Chelsea said absent mindedly. She was frantically trying to pull on a pair of stockings. Vaughn finished with his tie and strolled over to the farmer. He picked up the dress next to her feet and helped her get it over her head. "What would I do without you?"
Vaughn just smiled. Chelsea slipped on a pair of heels, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Why are we always late?" Vaughn raised his eyebrow suggestively. Chelsea blushed. "Oh right. Maybe we should set a timer next time so I'm not rushing to get my clothes on."
"Whatever makes you happy."
A lot changes in four years. Chelsea couldn't get that out of her head as they raced down to the boat. But not them, they felt just the same. Well, maybe things were a bit better.
Bells chimed across the water. It was a beautiful day for a wedding. The sky itself seemed brighter.
The pews were filled with their friends. Vaughn and Chelsea snuck in through the back and slipped into the nearest spot. They made cheerful little waves to Mirabelle and Julia. Then the music started. It was soft and sweet, perfect for the bride.
Vaughn elbowed Chelsea softly and nodded towards Mark. "Could've been you." He joked. Chelsea giggled, trying to keep her voice down. Mark did look excited. More excited then she had ever seen him. He was dapper in his tux.
The music hit crescendo as the large wooden doors opened. It hadn't been easy for Sabrina to get over Vaughn. Her eyes ran dry more nights then anyone would like to admit. But that was years ago and not a speck of sadness showed through the blushing bride.
Chelsea hadn't even entertained the thought of dating Vaughn until she was sure this would be the outcome. It was painful, but it was the only way Chelsea could still be able to sleep at night. Things were better now. Vaughn had moved in a year ago. Everything felt like a fairytale.
"She looks beautiful."
"Stunning."
"I love weddings." There was something wistful about Chelsea's tone.
Vaughn leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Marry me." It was hardly words. It was almost a breath. But it was all Chelsea had been waiting for since the day she met Vaughn. Vaughn pulled the edge of a blue feather out of his pocket.
"Yes."
"Tonight."
"Yes."
Maybe I'll do a fic about Mark and Sabrina falling in love, I don't know. What would you guys like me to write about next?