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Chapter Twelve
June 24th1908
I was restless. My body was tingling with nerves. It wasn't long until I would be walking down the aisle. Less than five minutes, actually. I was just outside the door of Lambeg Parish Church, and a thin lace veil covered my face. Through the white lace I could still make out the beautiful colours of the stained glass window and all the intricate details on them. It was early summer, and the sun was shining. A gentle breeze rustled my skirt slightly. I heard the music start for me to come. Oh God! I clutched Milne's arm, and he patted my hand tenderly. "It's not as bad as it looks." Milne promised. He kissed my forehead before we turned towards the open doors. I saw the people all raise and turn to see me. … Mother…. Jane (I had made sure she was present – she had left just after I was ready)…. Thomas' parents, and siblings, all staring at me and Milne. But they were smiling as well.
My feet moved without me even noticing. I felt slightly giddy. It felt as if I was gliding down the aisle. Thomas was close now; he was smiling as well. I guessed that he sensed that I was nervous when my hand was passed to his from Milne's. He squeezed my fingers, comforting me like he always does. I could feel all his love in that one touch. The same sort of love I felt when he kissed me for the first time. When he found me at the park. When I curled up next to him in front of the fire. All rolled into one gentle squeeze. This gave me the strength and confidence that I so needed. I smiled with all my heart and soul at him, and saw that familiar caring look in his eyes.
I was really over the moon now. I mean I was earlier, but now!
"Do you, Helen Reilly Barbour, take this man, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." I breathed.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Tommie lifted my chin up. "Forever." He whispered. I had missed the feel of his soft lips on mine. The moment went to fast and eventually Tommie pulled away. "Forever." I murmured as my lips lingered on his before we fully parted. The sound of applause rose from the others I had forgotten were there.
Thomas Andrews. My husband. My shipbuilder.