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Chapter thirty-nine

Ammy's POV

"You look beautiful" dad compliments me as he comes to stand beside me, his face is contorted in so many emotions, but I must admit I think I saw sorrow in there somewhere.

"You came" I note, completely ignoring his compliment; I need to hear him apologise. He really hurt me, not just emotionally but physically as well.

"You didn't bruise" he points out surprised, his eyes skimming over the tops of my arms.

"I did, this is called lots of make-up" I dead pan, a frown forming on my face, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Alec is becoming nervous. He is staring at us with worry.

"I...I...I don't know what to say"

"Sorry is always a good start. Hurting your child because your angry doesn't solve anything, it's bad parenting hurting your child not only emotionally, but physically as well. You've really hurt me, dad, and you just don't seem to care"

"I do care, Ammy, I love you. You are my daughter and I regret doing that to you, I really do; I am sorry, Ammy. But even I know my words cannot make up for the hurt I have caused. I have barely been around for you during your life, and just as I get things somewhat back on track, I do this to you. I hurt you, and shouted at you, try to control you. I shouldn't have" he apologises, lowering his head, his eyes drawn to something on the ground; probably in an attempt to avoid eye contact.

"Everything you have said is right, you're in the wrong. Most fathers are there for their child, most fathers are there to support their child when they are in need, and most fathers listen to the whole story before taking action. But I'm willing to forgive you dad, but only if you'll actually support me. I need my family right now, all of you" by the time I reach the end of the sentence I'm whispering, a tear leaking down my cheek. I want a magical day today, and I can't have that without my parents. Life is too short to hold grudges.

"Oh, Ammy" he sighs, pulling me into his arms where he presses a kiss to my forehead, his hand stroking my back as I try my hardest not to burst out into a catastrophic sobbing mess.

"I would say would you like to walk me down the aisle, but considering my make shift aisle and my task, I don't know if it's possible. I assume mom's told you about the acts if purity thing?"

"She has, and I am pretty sure we can find a way, after all, the bubble wrap aisle isn't too wide; I think I can still walk you down the aisle, even if it means me holding your hand to help keep your balance. Your mom would love that, definitely a Kodak moment as she calls it" he laughs, pulling back with a small smile as I laugh with him, gently running my finger around the bottom of my eye to catch the few stray tears that have been let loose.

"She'll have that camera out faster than you can say 123" I laugh, dad chuckling as he offers me his arm. I grin at him as I loop my arm through his, dad remaining on the grass side of the bubble wrap as I take my first step onto the bubble wrap. This is it.

Alec's POV

I look around the scenery before me, taking in all the exotic flowers spread around the area. Ammy loves flowers, she knows everything about flowers; if you gave her a name of a flower she would be able to tell you everything about it, everything from what it stands for all the way up to whereabouts in the world it grows and where it can be found. Everyone is knowledgeable over something, Ammy loves her flowers just like I love my motorbikes and sports cars. But I guess now that we'll be starting a family I should invest in a proper family car. If we succeed at conceiving this week, or even tonight, we'll be expecting a little one in about 9 months time. If you had told me this time last year that I would be dating Ammy Northman and that I was madly in love with her and would be marrying her and having a child with her, I would laugh in your face. There was once a time when I thought we would never be anything more than friends, but destiny always has a way. She's my life and my destiny – she is my everything.

I watch as Ammy finally makes her way over the bubble wrap carefully, complete concentration in her eyes, but she isn't concentrating on not popping bubbles, she is focused on me. Me and me alone.

"You can do it" I mouth to her, a huge smile forming on her face. I look over to the side at her family, Sookie and the twins looking happy but nervous at the same time. We told my family, but unfortunately they couldn't make it, my brother is undergoing some sort of support group to help him with his speech. The surgery he had on his brain has affected him in some ways, but thankfully not as serious as most people get after that type of surgery. I know that I should be there for him – I wanted to be and so did Ammy – but he assured us he wanted us to get married. He said – or should I say scrawled – that he wanted us to film the ceremony. I knew that he would never watch it, he hates weddings and funeral, too long according to him. But to know that he at least is willing to feign interest in this wedding shows me that he truly wants me to be happy, that he's happy with my choice of bride. My parents, however, were not as accommodating as he was. My father is not at all pleased and I can see there being some problems arising within the future regarding this topic, but he can go screw himself. This is my life. My mother, on the other hand, well, she didn't really have an opinion on this. And that worries me.

I shake away those thoughts when I see Ammy wobble, she is literally only a few steps away from me.

"You can do this, come on" I hold my hand out to her, encouraging her to take that final leap. She does exactly that, letting go of her dad's arm before taking one last step where she leaps into my arms. I spin her around before placing her down and kissing her softly.

"You look stunning, breath taking; magical" I breathe, my breath tickling her ear before I kiss her neck tenderly. I look over at Eric, who nods at me in acceptance before he smiles at Ammy on his way back to the rest of his family.

"Did you pop any?" I ask, brushing a few stray strands of her hair behind her ear, my eyes briefly flickering to the vicar who is checking the bubble wrap along with someone else.

"I don't think so..." she trails off, looking back at the bubble wrap, but I place two of my fingers under her chin, gently puling her face back to mine where I kiss her again.

"Have you never heard of waiting for me to say 'you may kiss the bride'?" the vicar shouts out, making me and Ammy laugh as I rest my forehead against hers. My eyes dart to her neck where I can see she is still wearing the exact same half of the yin yang necklace I bought her about ten years ago, give or take a few months. She will always be the yin to my yang. I should add that in my vows, she would love to hear something so simple and cheesy like that in them. This is the girl who loves bad pick up lines because they make her giggle, she says they show personality within a boy.

"I can't believe you still wear this" I note, gently running my finger over the charm on her necklace.

"You still wear yours" she points out, collecting my own necklace into her hand.

"Okay, love birds, come on. Break apart, it's time to get this show on the road; not one of those bubbles is popped" the vicar smiles at us, taking his place in front of us. I must admit its refreshing to meet a vicar with a sense of humour.

"Shall we begin?" he probes, me and Ammy sharing a look before nodding, cameras flashing around us. To think that soon enough Ammy is going to be my wife, forever mine and mine alone. And if the wedding was not exciting and special enough, Ammy will also be singing for the group while I play the guitar. We thought it would be a nice touch, plus within this crowd Ammy can express her power without feeling scrutinized, without worrying that someone will try to take advantage of such a power. Everyone here either knows about her power, or can perform the talent themselves. After all, quite a few guests here are Angels. But I don't care, because there is only one Angel for me. And that is the one in front of me, I just wish that I could help and protect her better, she is going to be going through so much within this week that I just don't know how to support her. She's going to be fighting a shadow woman who I like to think of as The Deviland I actually can't be there to protect her, to help her, to fight for her and stop any harm from happening to her. And matters aren't made any better when I notice how Ammy's eyes divert briefly away from me before returning to mine, a hint of fear striking through them, her hands tightening around mine. That woman, she must be here.

AN: This is the scenery that I imagined for this wedding that shall be continued in the next chapter :D

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