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Alex

Sierra catches me in the hallway and instructs me on where to stand. She is freaking out a little so I play with her,

"So…which way's the nearest exit…just in case, ya know?"

She glares at me and runs off again. I laugh, she's fun to mess with, but not as fun as Brittany—they both practically ask for it though.

I do as told though, for once, standing in my given spot like a good little boy, and glancing around at the people Brittany invited.

The first person I notice is Enrique. I'm not sure if I actually want him here, but he's here already and he's still family…I guess.

Darlene is here, which is surprising. She and Britt hadn't always seen eye-to-eye, and I actually hate her, but I think she'll provide entertainment once she's drunk. Or now…

She is hanging all over Enrique, and he looks extremely uncomfortable. It's an amusing sight. She doesn't seem to mind the huge age gap, or the fact that he's Mexicano…

I suppress a small chuckle at the scene and keep looking; it was helping to ease my nerves, but at the same time, making them worse. Why the hell am I nervous?

Elena is sitting beside her husband Jorge—with their twin boys—less than a year old. Jorge waves and I smile. I'd like nenos of my own…maybe a couple if Britt agrees…

Dios mio, is that Mrs. Peterson?

I look again and sure enough, there she sits, right next to a very Latino man. He has his arm around her and she's holding his hand affectionately. Well, would you look at that… Mrs. Peterson flashes me a knowing smile and I shake my head a bit, laughing.

I check my watch, again…just a few more minutes.

I wish Paco were here to see this. He would have been my best man—but instead I had to choose Doug. The mutual hatred had dissipated over time and we found that we actually have a lot in common…but he still wasn't Paco.

Maybe I shouldn't go through with this…

My past is starting to affect my nerves. Everyone that gets close to me tends to get ripped out of my life. First my father…then Paco…What if marrying Brittany put her into that category? I don't think I could handle if she were to get hurt because of me. No, that's all in the past—I'm not the same person that I was.

I turn and wipe the sweat from my brow and sigh.

There is some sort of commotion and I turn around, as did everyone else. The doors open to reveal Mr. Ellis and Shelley. I feel a muscle in my jaw tighten at the sight of Mr. Ellis, but relax it when I see Shelley—the maid-of-honor. She looks very nice in her red dress, and she's throwing red rose petals on the aisle as her dad wheels her up to her spot on the altar, going out of his way to avoid eye contact with me and getting to his seat quickly.

Next came Sierra and Doug—arm in arm—smiling brightly as cameras flash at them. They take their positions—Doug to my left and Sierra to Shelley's right. Doug pats my shoulder and smiles; can he tell how nervous I am?

Carlos and Luis came next, looking all too smug as they 'escorted' Isa down the aisle. Isa looks amazing, but also as if she is about to burst out laughing. She flashes me a friendly, encouraging smile and takes her spot as my brother's stand next to Doug.

The doors close behind them and I hold my breath—this was pura tortura.

The wedding march echoes through the chapel and I stiffen. Here she comes. The double doors open again and I felt my jaw drop at the sight of her—I couldn't help it.

Dios mio…

I grin stupidly as she walks towards me—me, not stupid ass Burro face or some white collar gentleman—me. I meet her at the bottom step of the alter and offer her my arm. She was absolutely beautiful—the most beautiful bride there will ever be…and after today, she'll be mine forever.

Her dress hugs her cuerpo perfecto and that smile—god that smile. I'm thinking about calling this whole 'wedding' thing off and skipping to the honeymoon.

She takes my arm and picks up her dress as I lead her up the few stairs of the alter.

Como un angel…

Any doubts I had before are gone, they disappeared when I saw her. She is the one thing I know that I want, the one thing that I'm absolutely sure about. She is my angel, my love, mi vida…

Updates two days in a row! Oh my god! Dios mio! I'm awesome like that…except not really, I just love this story and where I want it to go…Review!