Shared Chapter 18: The Wedding, a fosters fanfic

Chapter 18.

AN: As I have said seventeen times before, I do not own the Fosters. I do own the characters of Danny Evans, and Harry O'Reilly.

Jude's POV.

November 18th, 2018.

The day had finally arrived.

The wedding.

Connor and I were getting married.

I've been trying to do up my bowtie for twenty minutes, but the thrice damned thing is trying to kill me.

I'm honestly about to have a heart attack, and a knock on the door startles me. I whirl around, and snap at the door.

"WHAT?"

The door opens and Brandon steps in. I sigh in relief.

"Thank god! Can you give me some help with this fucking tie?" I screech.

"You're lucky moms didn't hear you say that." He chuckled as we turned back to the mirror and he began fixing my tie.

I glared at him. It had no effect on him whatsoever.

"Can you blame me for being nervous? I'm getting married! The ceremony starts in ten minutes, I'm still not dressed, and Connor, Adam and Harry are not even here yet! What if Connor changed his mind? What if he's backing out?"

"Connor is not backing out of the wedding, Jude."

I whip around to see Adam standing in the doorway, already in his suit.

"We just ran into some trouble along the way." Adam said irritably.

"Let me guess? Connor's mother?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yep."

I jump again as Harry appeared at my side, seemingly from out of thin air. I slapped him on the back of the head.

"How many times," I ground out, "Have I warned you about doing that?"

"Lost track to be perfectly honest." He said, "She ambushed us right as we were leaving Connor's place to come here. She had a whole pack of people with her, carrying picket signs. They'd probably be outside the church in a few minutes, if I hadn't called the cops on them. Kind of makes me glad that we decided to have the wedding indoors instead of on the beach."

"Too cold for that." I muttered as I stared into the mirror.

"Anyway. It's time." Harry continued, "Everybody is in place. Everything is set. Lena is waiting to walk you down the aisle. You ready for this, Jude?"

I drew a deep breath and nodded. We all walked out of the room to where Lena was waiting for me. Everybody else but me and Lena went in and took their places.

"Ready Jude?" She asked me.

I nodded.

The music started and we passed through the doors.

My eyes immediately found Connor, and I was rendered speechless. He was gorgeous, standing there smiling at me with a million watt smile, dressed in a black suit with a indigo blue bowtie that matched the color of my fingernails.

My eye's didn't leave his, and as I reached him, I stared into them.

I got lost in them, to the point where that was all that existed in my world.

I couldn't hear the minister talking, I couldn't hear my family crying in the pews, all that existed was the sea of chocolate brown that were Connor's eyes. We were so lost in each others eyes that we lost all sense of time.

"Will the best men please present the rings?"

Danny stepped beside me and handed me the silver wedding band I had entrusted him with, snapping Connor and I out of our dazes. Harry did the same with Connor, handing him the ring.

"The couple have written their own vows, which they will now recite to each other." The minister said.

I turned to Connor and gazed into his eyes. In his eyes, which shined with tears of joy, I saw reflected memories of our time together, and times that were yet to come.

I drew a shaky breath, and prepared to recite my vows. I knew that my vows were gonna be longer than his.

"Connor... I can hardly believe that we are standing where we are today. My eighteenth birthday. My wedding day. The day where I marry my soul mate. We had to fight to get here, and it wasn't easy. It never will be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is, and you are more worthwhile than anything in the world."

I wiped a tear away and continued.

"I have loved you, since the very first second we met. When you extended a hand of friendship with an act of kindness towards a small, downtrodden, abused little boy who you'd never met before in your entire life. I loved you from the start. First as a best friend, until it became so much more than that when you kissed me in the tent on that camping trip five years ago. Even if you took your sweet time with unraveling your feelings... You were worth waiting for."

Connor choked out a watery laugh, and his smile widened to the point where it was almost cartoonish. I reached out and grabbed his hand before continuing.

"I have so many people to be thankful towards for getting me here. For getting US here. First among which are our best men. Without Danny, I would have died years ago, in the parking lot of a shopping mall while you were inside oblivious. Without Harry, your mother would be gate crashing the wedding. Another person I have to thank is your dad. Sometimes I marvel at how far he's come. He was once the biggest obstacle in our path towards each other, now he's the bulldozer that clears the path."

Everybody chuckled at that bit.

"You are so many of my firsts, Connor. My first true friend My first confidant outside of my family. My first crush. My first kiss. My first boyfriend. My first love. You're also the first person besides Callie that I have ever had to fight for... and I will continue to fight for you for the rest of my days."

I caressed his hand in mine, before grinning widely into his eyes.

"In a matter of moments, you will be my husband, and I cannot tell you how happy I am that it is true. I love you, Connor Stevens, and it is undying, unending, and I look forward to sharing every day of our long lives with you. With this ring, I make you that promise."

Connor was weeping at this point, as I slid the ring onto his finger. He pulled a handkerchief out of his suit jacket pocket and wiped his eyes.

"Umm." He managed with a laugh, "That's gonna be hard to follow."

I laughed.

"Honestly? What needs to be said that hasn't already been said? Jude... you give me a reason o live. You give me the courage to be myself, in a world that didn't want the same thing. When I met you, six years ago... I didn't see some broken down, abused, shattered little boy. I saw what few others bothered to dig to see. I saw something special."

He reached out and took my hand.

"I knew, that you were somebody I had to know. Had to be friends with. Had to have in my life forever. I just didn't realize at the time that I was falling in love with you."

He caressed my hand.

"I love every single thing about you, Juju. I love your laugh. Your smile. The fact that after dating for five years, there are still things about that you that surprise me. I can't live without you. I can't go a single day without seeing you, hearing your laugh, smelling your smell, kissing your beautiful face. I look forward to living my life with you, and this ring is my promise. You are my soul mate, Jude. I am the luckiest man on the face of the Earth to have found you so young, at only thirteen years old. I swear on my life that I will never let you go."

He slid the ring onto my finger.

"Do you, Jude Jacob Adams Foster, take this man, Connor Alexander Stevens, to be your lawful wedded husband?" The minister asked.

"I do."

"Do you promise to love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him, for so long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

The minister turned to Connor.

"Do you, Connor Alexander Stevens, take this man, Jude Jacob Adams Foster, to be your lawful wedded husband?"

"I do." Connor said, his smile so wide he could barely talk.

"I do," He looked me in the eyes, "Always."

"Then with the power vested in me by the state of California, and almighty God, I pronounce you husband and... uh, husband. You may kiss the groom."

We didn't need to be told twice.

I drew him close and our lips met.

It never ceases to take my breath away, kissing Connor. But this kiss was different. It was more special, just like all future kisses would be. For the first time, I was kissing Connor as my husband. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me off my feet, spinning on the spot, twirling me around in a circle before sitting me back on my feet and hugging me to him.

This was only the beginning of the rest of our lives. Millions of things lay ahead, millions of experiences that Connor and I will share.

Whatever the future held, we both knew that we would face it together.

AN: And there you have it, the wedding chapter. Hope you liked it. Please leave a review, and any ideas you might have. Should I continue the story? Or should I end it here? I honestly have no idea where I would take it now that it's at this point. Any ideas help.