A/N: Hello again! Thanks for follows, reviews and favs. (And TXMedic, I'm a huge fan of your story 'The Judas'. And basically all your Ryan stories. Recommended to everyone!)
This is chapter 10, then. Reference of 4X11- Till Death Do Us Part. (Though this has to do less with the episode and more with a walk down the Kevin-Jenny memory lane.)
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'Oh my God.', I think, 'Oh-my-God!'
I have been calling God a lot today, and it does not really involve anything shocking or serious.
It is just that every few minutes I am having a moment.
An 'Oh-my-God-I'm-freakin'-getting-married!' moment.
And the moments feel good. Every moment turns my stomach into jelly and warms my heart and I just cannot stop smiling.
As I stand on the staircase of the church, bridesmaids lining before me, I think again, 'Oh-my-GOD!'
I am wearing a white dress and a veil. I have a bouquet in my hand. I am getting married in 20 minutes.
To Kevin.
The love of my life.
I smile to myself, thinking how cheesy it feels to even think about phrases like 'soul mate' and 'The One', but I am helpless because that's what he is.
All the more reason to smile.
He was here a few minutes ago, hugging Kate and shaking hands with Rick and Javi near the door. He almost looked at me but they stopped him. He went back inside.
He was not so much walking as skipping- happiness bursting through his posture. I know the exact feeling because I am feeling it myself. I am convinced it is one of the best feelings in the world.
I think I should be a little nervous. But truth is, I'm not. I have never been so sure about anything in my entire life.
I think about our 4 years together, and there are so many memories. Everything I see around me reminds me of a memory of us.
Flowers.
On our fourth date Kevin brought me flowers- a simple but beautiful bouquet of daisy. But he did not know I was allergic. The moment he showed up with those I started sneezing and my throat started itching.
He was embarrassed and apologized over and over again, his blue eyes wide and worried, but I was not mad at all.
Instead I thought, 'He is being so unbelievably cute!'
In the end we stayed in instead of going out like we had planned. We talked, ordered in food and had a nice evening- and I had never enjoyed an allergic reaction so much.
Stairs.
At the end of our fifth date, I invited him up for coffee, and we both knew what it meant.
It had been my call but truth is I had waited way longer than I would have liked.
We found each other irresistible and tonight we were finally going to give in.
We stopped talking altogether as we hurried to the elevator. And it turned out there were some problems with it and it was not working.
I lived in a 7th floor apartment.
The manager was there. He said he called an electrician, he was on his way.
That meant waiting.
I turned to Kevin. The blue in his eyes reminded me of the electricity that had gotten so unbearable.
'Stairs?', I said.
He nodded, and we rushed off leaving the astonished manager behind.
We were on the third floor landing when suddenly the lights went out and plunged us in darkness. Apparently, the electrician had turned the main switch off to fix the elevator.
We stood in the dark for a minute. Then I heard Kevin mutter 'Oh, what the hell!' and then he grabbed me and started kissing me.
I was startled for a second, because that was really unlike the gentleman I was coming to know was him, but a second was all it took to forget everything and feel the desperation.
When the lights came on, we should have been embarrassed. Our coats were on the floor, his shirt was unbuttoned, my dress was unzipped and our hands were at places that shall remain unnamed.
But we really did not have room for embarrassment in our mind. We grabbed the coats, took the elevator up to my apartment and we barely made it through the door before the rest of our clothes landed on the floor.
That was the night our story really began.
The olive colored dresses of the bridesmaids remind me of the time when we were at a restaurant, he had an olive from his drink in his mouth and I said something funny- he laughed and almost choked.
He was coughing like crazy, blue of his eyes swimming in water. I had to get up and thump his back and everyone was staring, but I did not know how to stop giggling.
The white in my dress remind me of another white dress, the one he gave me on my first birthday with him. He had been super-busy around that time and when we met for dinner he truthfully said that he didn't get me anything. I tried not to show my disappointment. But after dinner he pulled me into a boutique and told the sales lady 'I want you nicest dress for my girlfriend.',
Then he told me, 'I had you, didn't I?', the blue of his eyes twinkling.
So many memories, and in just four years. I honestly cannot wait to spend my entire life making more memories with him.
And finally it is time.
Kevin's sister's little girl is walking down the aisle throwing rose petals, then the groomsmen and bridesmaid and then finally me, arms linked with my dad's.
As I walk I look at Kevin- he looks very handsome in his expensive suit, looking at me, grinning a mega-watt grin, and again I think of God, but this time thanking him because I am lucky, lucky like so few people on this earth is.
We stand before the minister, holding hands, exchanging rings, saying our wedding vows and then finally the words, 'I do.', and the minister pronounces us man-and-wife.
'You may kiss the bride.', the minister tells Kevin.
We look into each other's eyes for a moment, and the blue in his eyes is like the summer sky- holding the promise of a wonderful future, like burning blue flames- determined to keep me warm even in the coldest days.
Then we kiss, probably longer than we should in front of our whole family, friends and colleagues, and people clap and hoot, and I smile into the kiss, thinking- anticipating about the rest of my life with the blue-eyed man I am madly in love with.