Stefan's POV

Alaric agreed to have the wedding in Whitmore, it wasn't only the place where they worked, had their house but also the place where they planned on starting a family. There was no point in booking reception somewhere in Mystic Falls. Before their special day, Damon being best man wanted to throw Alaric a bachelor party which Elena and Jo obviously didn't agree to, knowing Damon's vision of it. So we settled, or rather Damon settled on having the Salvatore mansion to the use of us, guys for the night and the mansion that Jo owned in Whitmore for the girls. Jeremy obviously couldn't be with us since he was away at some art school, but we did invite Matt, Tyler and unfortunately Enzo for Damon's request.

As the girls were probably preparing themselves for the next day; caring out all the possible spa treatments on the bride-to-be that she really didn't need in our opinion, we on the other hand had already drunk two bottles of bourbon and a few shots of vodka before it even started getting dark outside. Somehow through the night, Enzo's presence got less and less annoying which I blamed on the alcohol.

"So she's the one 'Ric?" asked Damon pouring us another set of shots to drink "cause I'm just saying, you've been dead, don't you want to live like a free man... with no regrets? You sure it's not about the bun in the oven thing?"

As a response that we all have been waiting for, Alaric pulled out of his back pocket his and Jo's wedding rings that he picked up earlier that day and said with a big grin on his face "Exactly, I've been dead" he looked around the room at all of us and added "Life is too short. I've been trying to plan it for the right moment which was supposed to be a few weeks ago, in the morning with breakfast in bed but she started puking up last night's dinner. You know Jo and this baby is something I never thought I would have." Like Hope and Caroline"And I love her."

It looked like I wasn't the only one that it gave a lot to think about but from how quiet it quickly got and the looks on everyone's faces I could see that we all understood where he was coming from.

"Okay then..." Matt interrupted the silence "Here's to you and Jo" he said putting his shot of vodka in the air and the rest of us followed.

"So.." started Tyler looking really serious all of a sudden "What's the deal with you and Caroline?" I had no idea had to answer this question. We were obviously more than just friends, but it was Tyler who was asking - her ex-boyfriend, what would she want me to say?

"Well my dear friend, sometimes friendship can be an excuse, a cover where there is something you don't want to admit. And trust me, I know something about it" answered Damon before I could get a word out.

"Alright look" how was I going to put it in a way that I wouldn't get a punch in the jaw from an ex-boyfriend "Something happened between Caroline and me"

"Finally" added Damon quietly as he was taking another sip of whiskey

"We're not technically together, and to be honest I don't know what we are.." and just as I was going to continue, Enzo beat me to it

"Pull the rip cord"

"What?" I don't think I understood him correctly

"Well she's not the one" and suddenly his annoying self flooded right back in "If she was, you wouldn't have any doubts about what she was to you"

"Yeah, but I didn't even..."

"You've been in love twice Stefan, does it feel like that?" did it? Was he right? The feelings I had for Caroline were strong, but was I mistaking them for something else? "Not all love is true love, Caroline wants the real deal and if you don't pull the rip cord, you will make things worse" that last part sounded like a threat, he probably thought that I was capable of hurting Caroline intentionally, which I wasn't.

After a couple of minutes of silence that I had enough of I backfired "I think you are wrong, I may not be able to explain what it is we have, what I feel for her, but it is something. And yeah maybe all love isn't true love in a way that I experienced it before, I think this could turn into something even better" which ultimately shut him up.

"Then stop wasting your time and tell her how you really feel about her brother" added Damon after I received approving looks from around the room.

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The next day's morning was a blur for me and the rest of the guys. Not only was the hangover killing us but Alaric kept irritating as with his over excitement of the day ahead. We also noticed that the best man, the person that was supposed to make sure everything was ready for the wedding with Bonnie the maid of honour, disappeared somewhere in the morning. Even though Alaric kept sending him death threats via phone, he still only appeared as all of us well already standing at the altar waiting for our bridesmaids and the bride.

However, the anger was soon forgotten as Bonnie made her way down to the altar, followed by Elena, and finally the two most beautiful girls at the church in my opinion. Caroline was the only one that has a baby in her arms instead of lilies that Jo and Bonnie picked out for the rest of the bridesmaids. As my two ladies took their place at the altar behind Elena it was Jo's turn to walk down the aisle.

From what I heard Bonnie was the one to advise Jo regarding her wedding gown. The dress was cream coloured and made from chiffon, with a sweetheart neckline, which fit her body closely until the mid hip and then it widened gradually to the hem of the dress. Her hair was braided and pulled back into a bun with a short veil hanging from the bottom of it.

Although she too looked beautifully, and as she exchanged vows with Alaric we all got emotional, she wasn't the woman that I kept my eyes on the whole ceremony.

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"Hi, I'd like your attention for a second, I'd like to propose a toast" after we had our meal with the rest of the guests, Damon interrupted our dessert with a glass of Champaign in his hand "to my knuckle head of a best friend and his beautiful bride" he added with a chuckle making everyone else laugh.

"Oh here we go" said Alaric turning in Jo's direction at the table giving her a kiss on her cheek.

"As most of you know Alaric's and Jo's relationship was.. ha.. was unexpected. But mostly because Jo is classy, attractive and Alaric is... not" he winked in Jo's direction making everyone laugh once again "But here's to Alaric and Jo, for proving to us that love is real and genuine and still attainable for the rest of us. Cheers you to!" he finished before the wedding hall irrupted with applause.

Unfortunately I wasn't lucky enough to sit beside Caroline or Hope, since she had to sit with the rest of the bridesmaids and Hope was in care of Caroline's mother but I did hope to get a chance to dance with her and have a few seconds just for the two of as so we could talk. After Alaric's and Jo's first dance together as a married couple, I didn't waste any time to get to Caroline to ask for my dance, but unfortunately for me, Enzo beat me to it.

I spend the whole time looking in their direction leaning against the bar drinking Champaign throughout their whole dance. I narrowed my eyes when I saw Enzo place a hand low on her waist, leaning to whisper something in Caroline's ear. Instead of putting him in his place like she so often did, she just threw her head back and laughed at whatever Enzo had said and laid her hand on his chest to steady herself. Though I did understand why he looked at her the way he did. She looked truly like an angle in her coral dress; with her back exposed and her braided hair put on her right holder.

She excused herself a few seconds before the song ended and headed towards the corridor, probably wanting to use the restroom. I didn't waste any time and followed her, I waited patiently for her to be the only woman felt in the woman's restroom and then I quietly locked the door behind myself. I waited around the corner making sure that she wasn't able to see me, and I patiently waited for the water to stop running from the tap as she was probably washing her hands.

Carolines POV

When I was finished, I didn't get a change to get to the door because someone pulled me up against the cold wall, with my left hand held in place by the person's right, above my head. You can only imagine how surprised I was to see Stefan, leaving me vulnerable for a second before it gave away to the confusion and annoyance that he must really got accustomed to by now. Although he could probably tell that I was happy to see him anyway.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hissed at him

He let out a homerless chuckle. "I was about to ask you the same question" he snarled back. "In what twisted universe is it okay for Enzo to flirt with you right before my eyes?"

"You gotta be kidding. Let go of me," I said, trying to wriggle my hand out of his grasp while simultaneously trying to shove him away with my free hand, but he didn't budge even a millimetre.

"Not until you explain to me why you let yourself be groped by another man?!" he took a breath

I regarded him for a long moment "What makes you think you have any right to judge what or who I'm doing"

"Because your mine Caroline!" he roared slamming his free hand into the door next to her head. His possessiveness annoyed me, but did he just suggest that we were together?

Both of his hands were firmly planted on either side of my head, more or less trapping me in my position but I didn't make a move to get away from Stefan.

Instead I said in a calm voice "Are you jealous of Enzo? Please..." Hearing me mention Enzo's name must have snapped something in his head all over again. In more long stride he ate up the distance between us and crashed his mouth down on mine, holding my head steady in his hands.

For a moment my whole body went still but then my hands were on his chest, I fisted the material of his shirt and drew him even closer answering his angry kisses. My hands found their way to the nape of Stefan's neck and I tugged hard on his hair. One of his hands moved from my face, over my shoulder, down my back until he cupped my behind. He brought down his second hand when I moaned in response. I nipped at his bottom lip, provoking a low groan from him. He backed me up against the door trapping my body with his. But even that wasn't enough. His hands crept lower, down to the hem of my dress pushing it up further. He seemed to need me closer, wanted to feel my body pressed against his. Stefan's hands found the back of my thighs and lifted me up with no effort.

He couldn't suppress the moan that escaped his mouth when I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass, while my hips moved sensuously against him. He pushed one of his hands between their bodies and sneaked its way under the material of my dress and found the flimsy fabric of my underwear. My hands weren't idle either. After one last hard yank on his hair, I moved down to tug his shirt out of his pants. Soon enough, my restless fingers found their way under his shirt, flitting over every inch of his stomach and chest. Stefan tore his lips away from mine and refocused his attention on my neck, nipping at my smooth skin with his teeth before soothing the pain with relentless strokes of his tongue.

"You're mine. No one else's" he mumbled against my skin as my mouth found his shoulder, I bit down through the fabric of his shirt in a vain attempt to stifle my loud moan.

"Yes I'm yours" One of my hands found the nape of his neck again, scratching over his scalp, while my other hand drifted lower to his stomach until I found the waistband of his pants.

"Mine" he growled over and over again in my ear, and just as I was about to slide my hand into his pants knocking on the door made both of them stop dead in their tracks.

Still breathing heavily, I let my head fall back against the door behind me and braced both of my hands flat on his chest, heat spreading from them like wildfire. He sat me back down on my shaky legs, pressed his into mine against the door for a full minute until he was sure I could stand on my own.

When both of our breathing had slowed down, Stefan finally turned his head to look at me with a small smile that I adored so much. It took him another long moment to eventually take a step back; he raked a hand through his short hair and tried to ignore the constant knocking.

"We'll finish this later" he promised giving me one last kiss on my heated cheek before he unlocked the door and made his way out surprised to see my mother.

"Stefan.. well I didn't expect you too..." I heard her say with amusement in her eyes.

"I was just trying to.. well you see" he tried to come up with an excuse as to why he was in the ladies restroom

"Mum?" I made my presence known and quickly stepped in

"Oh honey your here.. I was going to use the restroom first and then look for you Stefan but since your here I guess we could talk now"

"Yeah..." he said clearly his throat "Yes, of course"

"Honey?" my mum asked "Why don't you go to Hope, she's dancing with Alaric and Jo but you probably want to but her to sleep somewhere. Its late"

"Okay, I'll go" I smiled in response

As I was about to make my way there Stefan pulled me in so that he could whisper in my ear, his warm breath tickling my ear "He will never make you feel the way I just did, remember that. Also, if that son of a bitch touches you again.. I will kill him."

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