When Patrick heard Felix shout Sabrina's name and step forward to run after her, he was pulled out of his stupor. His hand shot out to stop Felix and he commanded, "Don't. It has to be me."
On his way out, he stopped by the first pew where Emma was sitting with Mac and Felicia, crying silently. He kneeled down and she whimpered. "Daddy, what's going on? Why did Sabrina run away?"
Patrick reached out and pulled her into a hug and then said, "I don't know, but I'm gonna go find out, okay? Stay with Uncle Mac and Aunt Felicia until I come back." When she agreed, he backed away and stood up. Then, he made the trek down the aisle toward the doors to the foyer where Sabrina had disappeared. With each row he passed, Patrick heard the guests whispering, some in pity and some in awe that yet another of his weddings was interrupted.
Paying them no heed, Patrick exited the church and called for Sabrina in the foyer, but she didn't answer. Seeing the outer door was open, he peeked his head out and the sight he saw devastated him.
Sabrina stood there in the middle of the snowy courtyard, back to him, doubled-over and crying hysterically. Patrick silently approached her and, when he was close enough, whispered her name so as not to scare her. Upon hearing his voice, Sabrina straightened and he saw her arms move as if she was wiping tears from her eyes. Then, she sniffled and said, "Patrick? What are you doing out here?"
"Checking on you," he answered softly as he reached out and touched her arm and nudged her to turn around. She stalled at first with a, "Please don't," but he wouldn't be swayed and nudged her again.
When Sabrina reluctantly turned around, she swiped at her eyes to try to hide the tears, but it was no use because her mascara had run down her face. When he stepped toward her, she stepped back and crossed her arms over chest, likely partially in defense and partially because it was freezing out. Ever the gentleman (well, mostly, anyway), Patrick took off his tuxedo jacket and then closed the distance between them and reached out to put it over her shoulders.
Sabrina whispered a barely audible, "Thank you," and then pulled the jacket closed over her gown. She went to step back again, but Patrick wouldn't let her. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and said, "God, Sabrina, I'm so, so sorry," which caused her to start crying again.
As he held her, he continued, "I know that nothing I can say will ever make up for what I did to you. All I can do is tell you that I love you and make a vow to never hurt you like that again." When she stopped crying, he was bolstered to keep going, "When you ran away from me just now, I felt like my heart was ripped from my chest and, in that moment, I lived what I'd done to you. I believed the perfect wedding would make up for our ruined one, but it only made things worse and, again, I was too blind to see it."
Sabrina mumbled into his chest, "You couldn't have known…"
"I just figured you were hesitant to get married because you were still running from committing to our future; but, now I understand. That's why you tried so hard to get me to elope, isn't it?"
As she pulled back to look at him, Sabrina admitted, "I want to be your wife more than anything, but the thought of a wedding, no matter how big or small, makes me physically ill."
He wiped the remaining tears from her eyes with the pads of his thumbs. "I want to be your husband more than anything. So, if you're up for it, we can go back in there and finish this thing or we can call it off, wait a while and then elope. Just you, me and Emma. Anywhere you want to go whenever you want to go."
Patrick leaned down to kiss her tenderly on the lips in reassurance. He needed her to understand that he wasn't angry (not at her, at least). He was about to pull away and give her space to think, when Sabrina reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, knocking his jacket from her shoulders, and deepened the kiss as she pressed herself against him.
Consumed by desire, Patrick was oblivious to everything around him until he heard a throat clear, loudly, followed by Noah's voice saying, "Son, we were just wondering whether or not there is going to be a wedding tonight?"
When Patrick broke away and looked up, Noah winked at him and continued, "The peanut gallery is getting restless. I can only keep them at bay for so long before they get nosy and come out here to ask you themselves."
At that, Patrick looked down at Sabrina, who was biting her lip in indecision. "So, what do you say? Are we gonna do this or not?"