"I can't believe I'm going to have a wife in a month." Apollo announced suddenly, a giant smile plastered on his face. He was so happy; he couldn't even begin to explain it. In one month's time, Ema Skye was going to be his wife, she was going to be his and he would be hers, completely and undeniably. He'd known for over a year now, almost the exact number of hours he had left until the day at any given point, but somehow the realisation hadn't fully hit him. Just now, as Trucy had walked in, the true implications had finally dawned on him.
"I know, it's going to be amazing. With the flowers and the dress and of course, the amazing magician you booked for the reception." She skipped towards him, her school bag already on the floor. "...Oh and the dancing and the lights, it'll be absolutely magical." She smiled at him, her eyes dreamy and distant.
"I'm going to have a wife in a month!" He said again, this time anxiety tainted it and his head fell into his hands. What if he wasn't ready? What if he'd missed something? What if it wasn't everything they'd dreamed it would be? He knew that this was what he wanted more than anything and that it didn't matter if everything went to pot as long as he was with her. But he couldn't help wondering if it was enough for her. If, when things got bad, she'd still love him the way that he loved her. With the joy of a wedding came the responsibility of being a caregiver, a constant support, maybe even a father. What if he couldn't deliver?
"Polly?" Trucy shuck him lightly by the shoulder "What's wrong?"
"I don't think I'm ready." He mumbled.
"Are you kidding me?" Trucy stared at him.
"Of course you're not, it doesn't work like that. Love is one of those moments in life where you have to take a leap of faith. However, in this instance, you've got an advantage, because no matter how big the gap or how deep the fall, I know you and Ema will make it. You're each other's wings."
He looked up at her. Trucy was a wonderful friend and it was times like this when he wished he had known her his whole life. "You really think so?"
"I know so."
Apollo pulled her into a hug, her hat tippling forward over her face as he did so.
"You know Truce, you're amazing." He told her, putting her hat on his own head and mussing her hair up.
"Yeah, I guess I am." Trucy beamed.
Without her and Nick, he didn't know what he would have done, she was like a sister to him and he loved how crazy she was. But somehow, in so many ways she was wiser than him, in her own special way. And she was right, of course, he couldn't predict the future and there was certainly no point in trying. Loving Ema came so easy so he'd never really had to try, but it was so close now that the cliff edge was in view and it was way too late to turn back. All that was left was to just run, full speed, towards the unknown, and let Ema catch him.