*Sigh* This is, as I said earlier, the very last chapter of the story. It feels weird ending this, and just so you know, I'm not that great at ending stories, so uh, maybe not the best ending, but as always I hope you like it :)
Oh and the song I mention later on, you should definitely look it up and listen to it while you read :) Kind of sets the tone a bit :)
I could hear the miniature orchestra begin to play the beautiful wedding march as I stepped out from the room guarded by heavy wooden doors and two actual bodyguards. I could feel nerves spiking up within me. This was it. This was the big day, the moment every girl secretly dreamed of – the wedding day.
With a deep breath as to soothe my nerves, I walked out of the mansion and made my way to up the aisle. All heads where turned, all focus was on me, but nothing but love was radiating off of the crowd and already I knew this would be more perfect than I could have ever imagined. Finally, Logan turned around to face me. A wide smile immediately spread across his plush pink lips, his expression converting into that of nothing but pure love and happiness. His mahogany irises seemed to dig into me, sparkling with joy at knowing this was only the beginning of the rest of our lives, and – admittedly – a few tears as well. That right there was the reception any girl deserved at her wedding day, to see her love so happy and utterly moved, knowing they would get to spend forever with you. Only you.
"You look amazing," Logan whispered breathlessly and reached for my hands as I joined him at the altar, "simply perfect." I giggled and flashed him a bright smile. The priest smiled with a matching brightness, which neither Logan nor I saw, we were both too busy gazing into the other's eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the priest started, his eyes landing on each face for a moment, "we are gathered here today to join Katherine Marie Knight and Hortense Logan Mitchell in the holy matrimony."
Logan ran his tongue over his lips, letting the soft flesh rest between his teeth for a few seconds before going back to its original space. "The couple have written their own vows for the occasion," the priest spoke up again and Logan took the initiative to begin.
"Katie, I cannot even begin to tell you how happy I am today – as I know I always will be with you by my side."
That earned him a course of 'aww's from the crowd.
"Yes, we might fight, but as we have learned over the past five years we have been dating, being in a relationship, being with someone and devoting ones life to be with them comes with a price. It is not always that easy, but what makes a good relationship is facing what ever trouble might be ahead – together." Logan paused to wipe a straying tear of joy from my cheek, careful not to smudge my makeup.
"You look so beautiful today. I cannot imagine a beauty above yours, but more than anything the beauty that shines from within your soul is one I have never seen likewise, and sometimes it all makes me wonder what amazing things I must have done for God to grace me with such a truly amazing gift as you. I just can't seem to comprehend what I did to deserve someone like you. Which is why I could not be happier to have the ability to call you mine. And I promise you to stand by you through thick and thin, for better and for worse, through sickness and health."
Logan paused and added, "and lengthy tours and millions of screaming fans. They might be loud, and I love our fans, but they will never come above you."
I smiled brightly at my fiancé. He might be cheesy, but I loved him for it, knowing he truly meant every word he said.
"Logan," I said, looking down at our joined hands before looking back into his deep brown eyes, "I have known you literally my entire life and you have been by my side throughout the rollercoaster of life so far, and I can't imagine having it any other way. You have been there to offer me advice and prep me for tests and exams. Especially when I needed boy-advice and couldn't go to Kendall."
I turned to look at my brother, "no offence Kendall, but you know you would have killed the boy for even getting close to me." My comment earned me several laughs from the decently sized crowd of family and friends.
"That might also be one of the reasons I thought as a pre-teen that my crush on you would get me nowhere. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be standing here today. I always really liked the three of you," I said looking at the three members of Big Time Rush that weren't my brother.
"And loved being around you, which you guys didn't seem to mind. Uh, I'm babbling now, but my point is; from then on it wasn't just the four of you going on adventures together, you especially Logan, would always make sure to include me. Then Big Time Rush happened and life just got ten times crazier, but we stuck together through major changes like moving from Minnesota to California too. And although we were supposed to be like brother and sister to each other, it didn't take me much time before I realized that I could never love you the way I love Kendall. I quickly realized, after moving in with you, that I loved you in a different way than I loved Kendall, Carlos, James and mom. You have always held a special place in my heart, Logan, and although we might be young we know each other probably better than I know my own family, and already we have been through so much together. Enough, in fact, that I am sure we can get through what ever life may throw our way, because even when I panic and blame you for things we both know isn't really your fault, you manage to calm me down and be rational, and you always know exactly what to say to make everything better. You have a power over me that no one else has, including the power to make me happy in a way no one else can. I love you Logan, quite possibly more than I should, but I wouldn't have it any other way."
The priest moved on to the actual promises, making us promise to stick by the other through thick and thin, before the final questions were asked.
"Do you, Katherine Marie Knight take Hortense Logan Mitchell as your lawfully wedded husband?" he asked.
"I do."
"And do you, Hortense Logan Mitchell take Katie Marie Knight as your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," Logan said smiling brightly at me with tears undeniably of joy in his eyes.
"By the power invested in me, I hereby declare you husband and wife," the priest proclaimed. "You may now kiss the bride."
Logan leaned in and captured my lips in a heated kiss, both of us smiling into us. I could hear the cheers of the crowd as a sound in the distance, but I was too wrapped up in the kiss, and the fact that I had just married to man of my dreams, to really take notice of the things going on around us. The kiss ended and our focus returned to the crowd. Logan and I laced our hands together and began our descend down the aisle, for the first time really seeing the tear-filled eyes of our mothers and Logan's father and the sheer happiness beaming from our friends and family. Every single person there was genuinely happy for us, silently whishing us a long and happy marriage.
The garden of the mansion was beautifully decorated, complete with a dance floor and stage fit for a small concert. Flower ornaments were everywhere, on each table, on the poles holding up the tent roofs. Each table was set with plates, cutlery and wine glasses looking taken straight from the most fancy restaurant imaginable.
The sun was shining brightly and the temperature was just right, not too cold or too warm. Everything about the day was simply perfect.
Except one thing, I had no idea what Logan had arranged for music. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, not really, but he could have an inappropriate taste in music for a wedding. Safe to say, I was a bit nervous.
"Logie, I love you and all, but are you sure you got somebody to preform?" I asked worriedly. Logan laughed lightly wrapping his arms around me, letting his hands rest at the small of my back and carefully pressed his lips to my styled hair. "Of course I did," he said and as if on cue (or maybe that actually was a cue?) a man stepped onto the stage and the sound of a gentle melody flooded the warm summer air.
"On special request by the husband, we will start out the night a little slowly with the bride and groom's first dance together as a married couple," the man spoke. There was no denying it.
There, one stage was none other than my favorite Canadian singer – Michael Bublé.
"You got Michael Bublé to sing at our wedding?" I asked Logan, happiness once again flooding my body. It must be the millionth time that day alone, and I did not mind at all.
"I've known you all your life, I know he's one of your favorite singers by far, so of course I got him. The cherry on top to make this wedding perfect, so to speak."
I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "Thank you. You're the best husband any girl could ask for," I whispered against his lips, before sealing them together once again. "Mmm, husband," Logan muttered, "I like the sound of that."
"Me too," I said as the piano started playing. The music floating through the air morphed into a melody I recognized as You and I.
Here we are
On earth together
It's you and I
God has made us fall in love
It's true
I've really found
Someone like you.
Michael's soft, luscious voice floated through the air with words I know was aimed at me. I knew that this was Logan's way of saying what I meant to him. He could not have chosen a more appropriate and sweet song to make this night my dream wedding. It was far better, in fact, than what I could have ever dreamed of.
Will it stay
The love you feel for me
Will you say
That you will be by my side
To see me through
Until my life is through
Well in my mind
We can conquer the world
In love you and I
You and I, you and I
I'm glad
At least in my life
I've found someone
That may not be here forever
To see me through
But I found my strength in you
Logan joined in and gently sung the last line as we gently waltzed to the music. All those dance lessons we had gone through had paid off.
Cause in my mind
You will stay here always
In love you and I
You and I, you and I
You and I, you and I
You and I
In my mind
We can conquer the world
In love you and I
You and I, you and I
You and I
"You know, I chose this song because it shows exactly what I feel," Logan said as the song came to an end. "I want to be able to call you mine forever, and I don't know what I would do without you, because I found my strength in you."
"I would never leave you, Logan. Actually, this has been my song for you from before we started dating. I love you so much, and I know that things won't always be easy, but I know that we can get through anything together," I told him truthfully, Logan flashing his lopsided grin that drove me crazy and leaned in closer to me.
"Together we can conquer the world," he whispered against my lips.
"Exactly," I agreed, our lips meeting in a loving, gentle kiss.
Together we can conquer the world, I thought, wallowing in the perfection of the entire ceremony, the happiness surrounding me, the gentle summer and above all, those familiar warm arms draped around my waist – the arms of my husband. And I thought it couldn't possibly be better than this.
But I was wrong.
Three years later I was laying in a hospital bed, panting heavily, pain had been flooding my body, but that was all forgotten as a soft pink-wrapped bundle was placed in my arms – our daughter, our first-born. Logan, who had just cut the umbilical cord, came over to me, pushing a strand of damp hair away from my face, looking at me with the same amount of love he always had. We had been together for nine years by now, yet the love between us hadn't lessened a bit, if anything, it had grown stronger.
The deep brown eyes I loved so much fell upon the pink bundle in my arms. Love, much like that he had for me flooded his features and tears of joy began forming in his eyes. Logan gently brushed his thumb across our baby's cheek, taking in her beauty. A wide smile made its way across his lush lips, the same lips our beautiful daughter had.
"Mom was so right. Her grand daughter is the second most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Logan said, his eyes flickering up from admiring our daughter, his mahogany eyes meeting my own, "the most beautiful thing is you. Even after giving birth to our daughter, you look like a goddess."
"This is why I love you, you make me feel like the most special, most precious thing on the planet."
"That's because you are," Logan said, "well, you and Ashley Marie Mitchell-Knight."
"Ashley Marie Mitchell-Knight," I repeated softly, "I can't believe we actually have a daughter together."
"Me neither," Logan agreed, "but I love it. I love her, and I love you."
"I love you too," I said and kissed my husband. He was almost literally glowing with love and pride; he was completely in love with our daughter.
And in that moment I knew, I just knew, that we would be a big happy family, the three of us (and maybe more later on), Cheryl and John, mom, Kendall and James, and Carlos and Stephanie.
Yes, Ashley was a lucky girl – she would grow up surrounded by so much love. She would have so many people looking after her and she would always have somebody to fall back on, someone to talk to. Now my life had fallen into place. I had a husband I loved ridiculously much, who loved me just as much, and I had a beautiful daughter, who we both loved more than anything.
THE END
Ahhh, I don't really wanna end the story, but I guess it's time :/