I decided to end this a little better than I did last time. Maybe it sucks too, idk. CHECK Y OTHER STORIES!
Mako POV
You can tell me a million times that I deserve this and I won't believe you.
I don't deserve her.
I don't deserve her forgiveness.
I know I don't deserve this day.
I stood at the end of the isle, ready, content, absolutely sure of what I was committing to.
Never looking at another woman? With her by my side? Is that even a challenge?
I jerked my head forwards as the soft piano tune of "Nuvole Bianche' played. Her father looked concerned.
I hadn't earned his forgiveness yet, either. Not that I deserved that. I don't think I ever will. I don't know if he ever will forgive me.
But I do know that I'll never hurt his little girl again.
I watched as she finally tilted her head up, away from the ground, of which I know she was terrified of tripping over. I beamed.
I was the only one who could see the small bump on her stomach. Maybe I was imagining it, but no one else would've noticed if it was actually there.
Yeah, little Anthony Mason was in there (I know that's the name from Twilight but it's also my father's name so….)
We found out last month.
As her dad passed her off to me, giving me a firm, reassuring pat on the shoulder, and we turned to the priest.
Our vows were traditional, because Korra's mother wanted that, and my mother would want that too.
"I will." I finally choke out.
"I will." She says firmly. It's quite unfair how she is so much stronger than me.
Our first kiss as husband and wife was chaste, because if I did what I wanted with her right then and there, her father would kill me.
With her wedding band finally on, and little Anthony Mason on his way… we would work.
Positively.