Drabble 23: Thousand.
"With my luck, I'm going to trip and fall." She mumbles as her soon-to-be mother-in-law weaves flowers into her hair, "Or I'll go in at the wrong time. Or I'll forget what I'm supposed to say. There are a thousand ways I can screw this up, and one is bound to happen."
"Oh, shush! This is your big day, baby doll! You won't screw it up. If anyone does, it'll be my boy. You should've seen him last night, freakin' out over every little thing. He's much more nervous than you, trust me." Helena pins up a few stray curls, putting the last flower in place. "You look beautiful." She smiles warmly, pulling her into a loose hug as to not mess up her dress or make up.
"Thanks…" She says quietly, pulling away and staring at the mirror, "I'm… I'm getting married." Natalie whispers, touching the mirror before the tears well up in her eyes, "I'm getting married." She sniffles, to which Helena quickly grabs the tissues and stops the tears from ruining her perfect eyeliner.
"Shh, honey, the ceremony's going to start, soon. You can't cry, now." She fusses, but can't stop smiling. "You know," She whispers as they walk out of the room and in front of the doors, "I knew you were special from the first time Henry told me about you. When he was younger, Henry used to brag of how he was going to marry you, one day. I'm so glad he was right, baby."
Natalie hiccups a laugh, "H-how the fuck am I not supposed to cry right now?"
Dan clears his throat, unsure of what to say as he joins them. She smiles, pulling him into a hug, "You look so beautiful." He whispers thickly, pulling away to look at her. She laughs and he hugs her again, "I always knew it was him," He chokes, "He loves you so much, Natalie."
"Stop." She whispers, "Stop it, you're gonna fucking make me cry."
"I wish your-" He swallows, and Helena excuses herself to go inside the church, "mother were here to see you. She'd be happy it was him."
"Dad, it's not about her today, okay? Please." She wrings her hands, "I miss her, too, I guess." She doesn't know how the conversation would've headed from there, because the bridal march starts playing and she grabs her lilies, letting her father take her arm.
"Ready?"
"No." She grins, "Let's go."
She feels every pair of eyes on her, but in a good way, for a change. Though, that doesn't really matter, because Henry's jaw is on the floor and he's staring at her from the alter. Why is this song so fuckin' slow? She wants to be up there now.
The actual ceremony passes in a blur. She thinks she began crying during the vows at some point, because he started crying with her, and there had been an awkward 30+ seconds of the two just crying.
"Do you take Henr-"
"I do." She interrupts him, grinning wildly. The congregation has a collective chuckle before the ceremony proceeds.
"And Henry, do you take Nata-"
"I do; can I kiss her, yet?" Henry's never been a patient person, at least, when waiting to kiss Natalie.
He barely waits for the 'You may now-' before dipping her down and kissing her eagerly.
"We're a Mr. & Mrs. now, Nat. I can call you my wife. I can have sex with you whenever you want because it's my husbandly duties. I have husbandly duties, Nat!" He grins, one arm around her waist as they sit at their table. They'd already had their first dance of knocking knees and giggles and stolen kisses, they'd awkwardly thanked everyone for being there, shoved cake into each other's mouths, etc. Nat's growing rather tired and Henry impatiant, so eventually he mumbles into her ear, letting one hand drift up her thigh, "Hey, how about we get out of here and start our honeymoon early?"
She perks up immediately, smiling back, "Race you."