So, E-Mail notifications are still not working. Not for new chapters/stories and not for PMs. I hope this will be fixed at some point. Until then, I hope some of you will still be able to find (and hopefully enjoy) this chapter. If this site crashes again like it has several times during the past months, remember, you can also find this story posted at AO3.
I am sorry for the delay. My life has been crazy lately with hardly a moment to myself. I am not complaining, because I chose all of my activities and I love all of them. It's just that the day should have 50 hours instead of 24. But honestly, I have reached my limit these past few weeks and in the end, I caught the flu, and my energy was completely gone for a while. But I am back now and ready to keep this story moving forward.
Just a head's up though: I will not be posting next weekend. Schools are on autumn break, and we are taking the kids to Legoland this week and then Saturday/Sunday I'm at a big practice weekend with my brother's concert band. So, most likely, the next update will be two weeks from now.
This chapter covers the wedding day from Amy's POV. To make it less repetitive, I chose to write her POV until right before the 'I do's and then in the next chapter, the day will continue from Sheldon's POV.
Balancing Heaven And Earth
Chapter 23 – "Chapel of Love"
~ About two and a half years before ~
"Oh no, he did not."
Amy put her bag down on the couch and went to the kitchen to start up the tea kettle, shaking her head disbelievingly.
Sometimes she really was not sure, if Connie was telling the truth about her grandson. She must be making some of his crazy shenanigans up, right?
"I am telling you, Amy. And that wasn't his only run-in with homeland security. I swear, our whole family must be on some watchlist because of that boy's attempt to build a nuclear reactor."
With an amused chuckle, Amy opened the fridge, pondering what to cook for dinner.
In between, she side-glanced at her friend.
It had been four days since her last blood transfusion, and it showed. This was Amy's favorite time of the month. Connie was energetic and happy, telling stories from the past. And just minutes before, during choir practice, she even danced a little to one of her favorite songs.
This was the Connie that Amy had gotten to know during her first year in this house. The Connie with an ever-mischievous glint in her eyes. The Connie that always spoke her mind and was not afraid of anyone or anything.
And the Connie who loved to tell tales about her grandson. The grandson who had again not come home for Christmas. Not even after Mary had travelled all the way to California to try and get him.
"So, I am thinking of making spaghetti tonight. Or did you want something different?"
"Spaghetti sounds perfect.", Connie said and walked up behind her, inspecting the contents of the fridge. "There must be a pack of hot dogs somewhere in there. Do you think we could add it?"
Amy smiled knowingly. Of course, she should have known that Connie would want cut-up hot dogs with her spaghetti today.
The coming weekend was one of these occasions, when Connie was missing her grandson even more than usual.
After all, it was going to be her 95th birthday. She couldn't believe, Sheldon would not even be here for that. Did he not realize that…
Amy's heart constricted painfully when a little voice inside her head told her the truth she did not want to believe. That this could possibly be her friend's last birthday.
And sadly, most likely the last missed opportunity for her to see her beloved grandson and tell him the sad news in person.
"So, what do you want to do for your birthday?", Amy asked as she set the table. "I was thinking, maybe we could invite your family and some people from the choir over. You know, have a dinner party at home."
"Sounds nice.", her friend nodded. "But I was thinking, maybe we could do something a little more exciting. We haven't been on a trip since September."
Amy smiled. How she loved to think back to the wonderful weekend she and Connie had spent at the State Fair with the rest of the choir.
Those people had really become wonderful friends who she almost considered family. And Connie had been so happy all weekend.
But afterwards, Connie had spent almost a week in bed, knocked out from the exhaustion. As well as she seemed after her transfusions, Amy knew, these activities were simply too much for the old woman's body.
"I don't know, Connie…", Amy said, choosing her words carefully. "A trip sounds… like a lot. And… don't you think it would be more pleasant here at home? I could make you a cake. And I am sure, Mary would help me cook you a decent birthday meal. We can go on a trip some other time."
"No, we can't.", Connie said gravely, her tone making Amy shudder. "Amy, you and I both know the truth. The transfusions work well, but my good times are becoming shorter and shorter. My body is getting weaker by the month. Soon, I will not be able to travel anymore."
"Connie, don't say that.", Amy protested. "You have to think positive. I'm sure you'll…"
"Amy, I really want to go on a trip.", her friend said, her voice not allowing for any further protest. "Ruth's family has this nice cabin down at Lake Hawkins. The scenery there is astonishing. We could make it a girls' trip, you know? Just you, me and Ruth. Nothing crazy. Just… take a few walks. Maybe have drinks in the evening. We will be back by Sunday Night, and still have a small gathering here with my family and the rest of the choir."
There were about a hundred arguments Amy could have made.
But the truth was, Connie wanted this trip. And Amy would never forgive herself if she did not make it happen. She knew, if it would be getting too much for her friend, then she would be there to support her.
And maybe… it would be worth a shot to try and bring Connie closer to one of her grandchildren again.
And so, after dinner had been cleaned up and Connie had gone to bed, Amy slipped outside the front door, just in time to see her friend's granddaughter leave the house across the street carrying baby Ellis in her car seat while her little son waited by the car.
"Missy, hey!", Amy called out, slightly out of breath after catching up to the tall woman.
Missy jumped at her voice. She tended to do that nowadays. Jump at every unexpected sound.
"Amy.", Missy answered tonelessly and sat the car seat down in the grass.
Amy looked at her friend for a second. It was depressing to see her like this. The joy had vanished from her eyes completely, and she seemed to be getting thinner every week.
"I was thinking…", Amy started in a soft voice. "It's Connie's birthday this weekend. She wants to go on a trip, and I was hoping that you… could be joining us. I know she wants you there."
Missy looked at the floor, avoiding Amy's gaze.
"I cannot just leave for a weekend trip, Amy. I have two children. And a house to take care of. Some other time maybe."
"Can't you let your mother watch your children for the weekend?", Amy pleaded with her friend. "It's just… you know your grandmother is sick. And… I don't know how many more trips she'll be able to take. It would be… nice, if one of her grandchildren were there too."
"Don't try to guilt-trip me.", Missy hissed. Amy was taken aback by the anger in her friend's voice. "You know what she did."
Yes. Amy knew what Connie did.
Just a few weeks earlier, the old lady had called the police on Robbie. That was after Missy had come over the third time in a row with a big bruise on her hip.
Of course, Missy had made all sorts of excuses for it, but they all knew the truth. The truth that Connie had seen before anyone else.
And so, yes. Amy knew what Connie had done. And she also knew, it was the right thing, even if nothing came from it. At least Robbie now knew, he was being watched.
But she could not say that to Missy.
"She just… loves you so much.", she breathed out. "And she's worried about you. Please, Missy. Stop shutting her out. You… might not have as much time as you think you do."
For a moment, it seemed, Missy was battling herself. There was a new look in her eyes. Worry. Remorse. Or maybe that was just what Amy wanted to see.
"I…", Missy sighed. "I can't, Amy. I'm sorry."
Amy's shoulders dropped in defeat.
"Will you at least be there on Sunday Night?", she begged. "We're having the choir over for dinner. There will be cake too.
You can even bring R…"
"Robbie is not going to set foot in meemaw's house.", Missy interrupted her. "Also, we have already made plans. We are visiting one of his friends in Jacksonville."
"But… it's her 95th birthday.", Amy argued.
Missy just shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Amy.", Missy huffed. "It's just… I have an allegiance to my husband. You have to understand. Right?"
"I…", Amy started.
How she wanted to tell Missy to just forget about her stupid husband. To think about the woman who had been on her side all her life. Who had supported her through her pregnancy and who was brave enough to try and make her see Robbie's true colors even before anyone else noticed them.
She wanted to tell her how mad she was at herself for not trying to help Connie stop all of this madness. How guilty she felt. For not believing the truth before it was too late.
But she knew, saying it would only drive Missy further away.
So, she just sighed.
"I just wish you were there.", she sighed softly. "I… miss you. It feels like we haven't talked in ages."
Again, Missy avoided looking directly at Amy.
"Tell meemaw I wish her a happy birthday.", she said. "I need to go now."
"With that, she picked up the car seat again and walked to the car, where Joshua was still waiting.
The little boy waved at her sadly.
"Bye, Aunt Amy."
Amy smiled weakly. She used to love the fact that Missy's children called her Aunt. Now it just felt bittersweet.
Amy took a deep breath.
She knew she could never let Connie know of this conversation.
No. She would put on a brave face and make sure that Connie's birthday trip would be perfect. She would pack delicious snacks and her friend's favorite board games. Maybe she would go over to Ruth's and brainstorm with her to find a nice surprise for their friend.
Maybe frame a few photos from their recent trip to the State Fair. As a reminder that there were still good times.
And that those good times made it worth to keep fighting to stay alive.
~ Back in the present ~
There once was a girl.
A small, sad girl.
Alone.
Not by her own choice.
She knew why.
She was weird. Ugly. A loser.
No one would ever want to be her friend.
People had told her that often enough.
There was no doubt that it was the truth.
So why bother trying ever again?
She had not really tried in decades.
Still, she wasn't no one.
There were things she had going for herself.
She was brilliant. Talented. Focused. A genius.
So, that became her identity. Her only identity.
Until something bad happened that made her run away.
She became restless. Aimless. Being a genius had lost its appeal. Like everything else.
And so, she lost her identity. She became no one. And her life became dark.
With time, she got used to the darkness. It was almost comforting.
It became a shield for her. An armor she did not let anyone remove.
Until she met someone who insisted. Someone who fought to get through to her. Someone who deemed her worthy of the effort. Someone who became a source of light.
A light that was cast onto her life even now, almost two years after that person had left her forever.
"I love you, Amy, and I could not love you more if you were my blood."
"In my heart you are my grandchild."
Those words meant more to her than she could ever express.
Amy had experienced love before of course. She was loved by her parents. But that love… it came with strings. And sometimes, it had been more suffocating than soothing.
Connie's love… it had been unconditional. It had made her life lighter. It had given her the ability to breathe. To let go of her armor. And to trust.
She had learned to let other people love her.
Her friends. Missy. The people from the choir.
And then, she had learned to let someone else love her. In a way she had never expected to be loved.
Mainly because she had been convinced, she was not worthy of this kind of love.
But she was. Today, she knew, she was.
She was able to stand tall. To hold her head high.
She deserved this. She deserved everything good that had happened in her life during the past years. And all the happiness that lay before her.
Because she was Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler. A brilliant woman. A kind person. A good friend. And a loving fiancée.
And so, on the day when Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler was going to get married, she was not nervous. Or anxious. Or restless.
She had slept through her alarm. Of course she had, after spending hours outside during the night.
And she was still enjoying the last minutes of her peaceful slumber, dreaming and smiling, blissfully ignorant of all the things she had to do before the big moment later on.
That is, until…
"Good morning, beautiful bride. Rise and shine. We've got a lot to do today."
Amy groaned. How could Penny sound so bubbly an happy this early in the morning?
"Go away."
"Wake up, wake up, wake up."
That was a different voice. A high-pitched voice ringing in her ears.
"Bernadette, please. Shut up.", Amy whined and opened her eyes hesitantly.
There they were.
Three women, dressed in their pajamas, sitting on her bed. Looking at her with big grins on their faces.
"Why are you waking me up this early?", Amy grumbled as she lifted her blanket and sat up.
"Early?", Penny exclaimed. "Amy, I am all for sleeping in, but it's 9 am on your wedding day. You went to bed before 10 last night, so why are we all awake before you?"
Amy blushed. Well, she did not really go to bed that early.
Her gaze shifted to her maid of honor who was yet to say anything to her.
Missy winked, when their eyes met and then smirked at her.
Did she know something?
Well, maybe. But Amy knew something as well. Something she really wanted to have more information on.
Amy stretched out her arms and yawned.
"Alright.", she conceded. "I'll be out in a second and then we can all have breakfast together. But before… will you give me a few minutes with my maid of honor?"
Penny and Bernadette exchanged curious glances, but obliged and went to get dressed.
After the girls had left, Amy turned to Missy.
"So, now that's just us… how are you feeling today, Missy?", she asked.
"That's a strange question to ask.", Missy said, raising her eyebrows. "You are the bride, if anything, I should be asking you that same question."
Amy just grinned.
Well, maybe under normal circumstances, this would be true. But their circumstances were anything but normal.
"You know what I mean.", she said softly.
Missy nodded thoughtfully.
It had been three years since her own wedding. A day she surely did not like thinking back to. It could not be easy, seeing her brother getting married today.
"I'm fine.", she said finally. "The last few years haven't exactly been easy. But I am getting better. Therapy helps of course. And also…"
"And also…", Amy implored.
Missy shook her head.
"Nothing. It's stupid."
Amy smirked. Now they were getting to the good stuff.
"You aren't by any chance talking about a certain one of your brother's friends, are you?"
The startled look on Missy's face told Amy that her friend had not expected this question. And it also told her that she was onto something.
"I don't know what you are talking about…", she said hesitantly.
Amy just smiled. "Okay."
"I mean…", Missy bit her lips.
"Yes?", Amy asked, grinning at her friend.
"Raj and I… We did… talk. Lately… at times."
'I knew it.', Amy screamed inwardly.
"You did?", Amy asked innocently. "About what?"
Missy shook her head amused.
"It's your wedding day, Amy. This day should be all about you."
"It is.", Amy nodded. "And as maid of honor, it is your duty to distract me from my nervousness. By sharing juicy gossip with me."
"You are not nervous though.", Missy stated. "In fact, I have never seen you this calm. But fine. I've been dying to tell you for a while now. It's just… there was always so much going on."
"Well, we have some time now.", Amy said and sat up fully, patting on the bed beside her.
The next ten minutes, the besties sat together, giggling while Missy told the story about how she and Raj had started talking over the phone. About the wedding first, but then about their lives.
Amy's eyes widened, when she heard about the weekly movie nights that happened over the phone.
And suddenly, it all made sense.
There had been a certain closeness between those two when Missy had come to Pasadena. A connection Amy did not fully understand then.
"So…", Amy said finally, once Missy was done with her story. "What does this all mean? You and Rajesh… Do you think…"
Missy sighed deeply.
"I don't know.", she admitted. "I did not plan this, Amy. It was my plan to never get close to a man again. Raj… he caught me by surprise. When I met him the first time, he was just… one of my brother's weird friends. But…"
"But he's… not just that anymore."
Missy smiled and blushed, which prompted Amy to squeal.
"Oh, Missy, you have no idea how happy this makes me."
But then Missy's face turned more serious.
"Just… let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay?", she said. "I should not… be gushing over a man right now. My priority is… just to be stable, you know? I don't even think I am capable of being in a relationship right now. And… aside from that… we don't know what Raj thinks. Maybe he isn't even interested."
Amy nodded. Of course, she understood Missy's doubts. After what she had been through, it would not be easy for anyone to trust again.
However…
"Missy, I don't think you have to worry about if Raj is interested. I mean… look at you. Of course, he is."
A pained expression showed on Missy's face. And Amy knew, she had said something wrong.
"I know most men find me attractive.", Missy admitted. "And I am sure, Raj was interested in the old Missy. You know, from before. He certainly was, when I first met him. But… I am not that person anymore. I am broken. Maybe beyond repair. I come with so much baggage. I still have nightmares. And mood swings. Panic attacks. I've started to work through all of it but… these things take time."
Missy looked down at her feet and Amy realized how hard this was for her friend.
"I know.", Amy said softly. "And you are not in a rush. You should take as much time as you need. I am sorry. I did not mean to push you…"
"But the things is…", Missy continued. "I do want to look forward, you know. I want to leave everything that happened behind and believe that there could be something for me. Something good."
"Of course, you do.", Amy said. "And… not to say that you should. But… if you want to pursue something with Raj sometime in the future… the way I view him… he will give you the time you need. And he will understand that… you have been hurt. And that things won't be easy."
Missy took a deep breath.
"That's what I have been thinking. But… I don't know if I'll ever be ready to find out."
"That's okay.", Amy assured her. "You'll get there when the time is right. And if you won't… that's okay too."
"Thank you.", Missy breathed out. "Really, I think… everything will be better once I am away from Medford. I will not be reminded of that horrible time anymore and… Joshi will be at a new school where no one knows his past. A completely fresh start."
Amy nodded. That was what she was hoping as well for her friend. That everything would be better very soon.
They were distracted by the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen.
"I guess, we should get up now.", Amy said apologetically.
"Of course. But first…", Missy grinned mischievously. "Do you care to explain why there's a leaf in your bed. And… is that a twig in your hair?"
Amy's eyes widened.
"Uhm… I…", she stuttered, trying to hide the evidence.
"It's alright.", Missy said and removed the twig. "I find it adorable that you and Sheldon couldn't even spend a whole day apart. Your secret's safe with me. Now let's get ready for your big day."
Amy shook her head amused. She really was so glad that Missy was her maid of honor. There was a time during the past years when she was afraid, Sheldon's sister would never speak to her again. That she was lost for good. And so, now, she was grateful for every day they got to spend together.
After getting dressed, the four of them shared a pleasant meal and Amy couldn't help but imagine future occasions like that. Brunches. Girls' nights. Childrens' birthday parties.
Even though she was sad to say good-bye to her life in Medford, moving to California did not seem as unappealing as it did just a year ago. There were so many things she was looking forward to.
The doorbell rang, just as they were cleaning up the table.
"That must be my parents.", Amy said.
She got up to open the door, and before she could even say hello, her mother hugged her shortly, then rushed past her.
"Amy, hello.", she said as she took in her surroundings. "So, that's your home. Charming, I might say, although a bit smaller than I had thought. By the way, where's your bathroom? My hair's not dealing well with all the humidity. Of course, you wouldn't have that problem, you always had dry scalp and brittle hair. Are you still using the shampoo we picked out a few years ago? Of course not, where would you get that around here in the middle of nowhere. Oh, honey, it shows. Don't worry, I brought a bottle, I am sure we still have time to fix it before the ceremony."
"Well, hello mother, it's so nice to see you too.", Amy said, trying to force a smile. "The bathroom's right down the hall. Now, can I offer you a cup of coffee?"
"Oh. Sure. Sure, darling.", her mother said absentmindedly. "Wow, that's a lot of decorations. I guess some people like to live this way. Charming, as I said. What brand of coffee do you use around here? I thought I had packed our own, but I must have left it at the counter. You know how sensitive my stomach is. Maybe I should better drink tea."
"I agree.", her father, who had just stood by before, said firmly. "Maybe chamomile if you have it, Amy. Your mother really needs to calm down, like I have told her ever since we have left California."
"I'm on it. Come here and take a seat, Mrs. Fowler.", Missy shouted from the kitchen and Amy threw her a grateful smile.
"Well, hello, pumpkin.", her father said then and took her into his arms. "I can't believe my little girl is getting married today. You look beautiful by the way. Do not listen to your mother. Your hair is perfect."
"Thanks, Dad.", Amy said, hugging him back tightly as her blood pressure slowly returned to normal.
They all took a seat at the table then.
"Mom, Dad, let me introduce you to my bridesmaids. These are Penny and Bernadette. And of course you have already talked on the phone to Missy, my maid of honor."
"Right, you're Sheldon's sister.", Amy's father nodded after shaking everyone's hands.
"Exactly.", Missy confirmed, smiling politely.
To her credit, Amy's mother did not say a word. But Amy could see the look of condescension on her face as she looked at her friends.
It was no surprise. After all, she never approved of anyone. On the phone, she had already told Amy that it was unseemly for a twice-divorced mother to be a maid of honor. Amy's father had made her apologize which was the only thing that had kept Amy from disinviting her own mother.
But at least she was keeping some of her opinions to herself today, which, Amy guessed, was a step forward.
"Well, we should get started on getting ready now.", Amy said quickly, to avoid further tension. "Mom, Dad, Sheldon's mother Mary is expecting you across the street. She is very much looking forward to meeting you."
"What, you mean, I won't be helping you get ready?", her mother protested. "I was hoping, we could have a little talk before your big moment."
"Mother, we've been over this.", Amy said, rolling her eyes. "We've got it covered. The girls and I will be getting ready here. Penny's doing my hair and Missy's helping with my make-up. And later on, Dad's going to pick me up here to bring me to the ceremony. You and I already had a big talk over the phone, remember?"
She cringed as she imagined it. Her mother trying to explain to her what was supposed to happen on her wedding night wasn't something she was keen on reliving.
Her mother pouted. "It's just… you're my only child, Amy. This is a special day for me too. And… there is something your Dad wants to tell you today. And I really wanted to be there for it. Also, I don't understand why your father is getting a special moment with you and I don't. I mean… the ceremony is right outside in your yard. Why does he have to pick you up anyway?"
Amy sighed. She guessed, her mother was right about that.
And she also knew, it took two people to improve this relationship. Her mother had already conceded to so many of her rules.
"It does not matter where the ceremony is, it is customary for the bride's father to get her to the ceremony. But… if you want… you can come with him.", she offered. "We can spend a little time together. Afterwards you will leave and take your seat while Dad and I make our way to the ceremony together. Can you live with that?"
To Amy's relief, her mother agreed to those terms, and soon, the Fowlers were out of the door again.
And although Amy's heart was beating a bit faster now than it did in the morning, she still did not feel nervous.
Not when she saw the members of the choir outside the window, beginning to set up all the chairs and decorations for the ceremony.
Not when she accidentally tore the white tights she had wanted to wear to the ceremony and already had to use the spare ones.
Not when Missy's hands slipped while applying her make-up and they had to start all over again.
She was completely calm through all of it.
Maybe because she still had Connie's words from her letter in her ear.
"I hope you will just enjoy your wedding day. I hope you will embrace this day to celebrate the fact that you found each other."
It was not important how her make-up looked. Or if the decorations were perfect.
All that mattered was, that she was marrying Sheldon.
She allowed herself to think about him for a minute.
About how she had felt the night before, sitting at Connie's grave with him. She just loved, how he had picked her up to share this special moment. He was so much more than just the man she loved. Her life partner. Her lover.
He was her soulmate. Brought into her life by circumstances no one could have forseen.
She pictured him as he was getting ready for the big day as well. Was he thinking about her too? Did he feel as calm as she did? And did he crave the moment when they would be husband and wife as much as she did?
What she would give to skip ahead to the ceremony already.
Amy was barely listening to the other girls' chit chat. All she could think about was her man and the life that lay ahead of her.
She couldn't wait to see him soon. She couldn't wait to finally start this new phase of her life, where she would be Sheldon Cooper's wife.
And then she was distracted by the doorbell announcing her parent's return. It was crazy how the time flew by.
Missy greeted them at the door and led them to into the living room, where Penny was just adding the finishing touches to Amy's hairstyle.
Amy could not move her head to look at her parents, so she just heard her mother's gasp.
"Oh, my baby.", she exclaimed. "You look… perfect… so beautiful."
"Mom…", Amy breathed out, trying to keep her tears inside.
It did not matter how their relationship had been in the past. Right now, she was reveling in her mother's approval.
"Okay, all done.", Penny said and released her. "Your mother is right. You do look perfect. I can't wait to see you walking down the aisle."
Amy took a look at the mirror and gasped herself.
Yes, her mother was right. She did look beautiful. Almost like a princess. But still like herself. Modest. Classy. Just a little… fancier than usual. Maybe the biggest difference was the absence of her glasses.
But most of all, she looked as happy as she felt. The green of her eyes seemed to be in a lighter shade and her cheeks were rosy. Almost like a little girl waiting to unwrap her presents on Christmas morning.
"Thank you.", she whispered. "All of you. For your help. And for… everything. For being here."
Amy was almost losing her battle against her tears, when the girls hugged her tightly, before leaving to go outside.
She looked at her watch. Only thirty minutes until the ceremony. And still, no trace of nervousness.
"That's a pretty great group of friends you've got there, pumpkin.", her father said as he sat down on the couch. "And Sheldon's family… no wonder you feel so comfortable in this small town."
"Yeah.", Amy agreed. "I'm going to miss them very much."
"So… are you sure then?", he implored. "About moving back to California? Because your mother and I would understand…"
"No, I am sure.", Amy interrupted him. "I have quit my job. Sheldon and I have signed our contracts. We will be moving. We just don't know when exactly. We haven't found a house yet."
It was the truth. She would always be sad about leaving this place. She would always miss it. But it was the right time to leave. And she would take comfort in the fact that Medford would still always be there. To visit. Frequently. And maybe to come back to one day.
"Still no luck finding a house?", her mother asked. "You know, I've checked the listings and there's this beautiful house in Oak Street…"
"I've seen that house online, mother.", Amy said and sat down between her parents. "It's way too expensive."
Also, it was just around the corner from her parents' house, and it had taken less than a second for Amy and Sheldon to agree on not taking a look at it. But she wasn't going to tell her parents that. At least not today.
"See, that's what we wanted to talk to you about.", her mother said softly.
Amy looked at both her parents who seemed to be exchanging meaningful glances.
"Go ahead, Larry.", her mother said. "I promised to let you do the honor."
Her father took Amy's hand in his, his eyes shining with tears.
"Amy, on the day when you were born… I felt so happy and so full of hope. Your mother and I had been trying for so many years. And finally, you were there. You have no idea what that day meant to us."
"Daddy…", Amy whispered.
Her father had said that to her before. Back when she was a little girl, thinking nobody cared about her.
But still. Today, she was overwhelmed, hearing his words.
"Anyway.", her father continued. "I never told you that but... On that day, I started saving. For your education. Because I wanted you to have the best future possible. Every bonus I ever got… every payment for extra hours… that all went into your college fund."
"But...", Amy said surprised. "I always thought that… I did not know I had a college fund."
"I did not tell you on purpose, pumpkin. I did not want you to rely on it and think you did not have to work hard.", he answered softly. "But I never had to worry about that. You were so focused. So driven. My little genius girl. Graduating High School at 16. Getting a full ride to Harvard of all places. So, I just kept saving, in case you wanted to go to grad school. But then again, you surprised me. You managed it all by yourself. You got your doctorate and became so successful. You did not need the money. I can't express how proud I was. But again, I kept saving. Thought maybe a day would come when you could really use it."
"Oh, Dad…", Amy breathed out. She had a feeling, she knew now where her father was going with this.
"I almost gave you the money when you chose to travel the world. But your mother… well, she was against it."
"And as it turned out, I was right.", her mother finally spoke. "It would have been unwise to blow the money on travelling… it is so much better to invest it in a place where you could stay forever."
Amy gasped loudly.
"Oh my God… you mean…"
"I've been saving for forty years, pumpkin. It's enough so you can buy any house you want."
Amy's heart started pounding in her chest.
"You… you mean… you are buying us a house? Dad, that's so generous. But I can't… it's too much. Surely you could use the money for your retirement."
"No, Amy.", her father shook his head firmly. "Your mother and I are taken care of. We don't need the money. And you said you and Sheldon wanted to start a family. And when that happens, we don't want you to worry about financials. We just want you to be settled."
"And just so we're clear.", her mother added. "This money does not come with stipulations. You don't have to buy the house in Oak Street. Or any house in California. If you want to use it for renovations on this house – and by God, that would be necessary – and stay here, that's fine with us. Whatever brings you the most happiness."
That was it. The battle was lost. Amy could only hope that Missy's make-up was waterproof like she had promised it to be. Because she was no longer able to hold back her tears.
Still, a part of her did not want to take the money.
For once, because she had been taking care of herself for decades. She had not asked her parents for help once, and she knew, even if it was difficult, Sheldon and she would be able to find a house in their price range.
And then, despite what her mother had said, she was afraid that there would be strings attached to it after all. That her mother would find a way to lord this over her and try to control her life again.
"See it as our wedding gift to you.", her father told her as he was sensing her doubts. "Sheldon got a house from his family and brought it into your relationship. It's only fair that we contribute to your life as well. Besides, you were always going to get the money. Doesn't matter if it's for school or a house or anything else. It's yours."
"Please.", her mother said. "I know, things between us have been difficult in the past. And we are not trying to buy our way into your life. This is not what this is. It would make us happy to know that we were able to help you build a new life with your husband. And we don't need to tell you, how much easier your life would be without having to worry about a mortgage."
Amy studied both her parents' faces. They seemed genuine. And finally, Amy decided to trust in their good intentions.
Her resolve crumbled.
Here she was. Forty years old. About to get married. About to start a family.
And this gift… it gave her the opportunity to live the life she was envisioning.
She couldn't wait to tell Sheldon.
"Thank you…", she sighed. "Thank you both. So much."
Amy's mother pulled out a tissue to dry her tears. "Oh, Amy. You're welcome. And we want you to know, we are proud of you. Even if I don't agree with all of your choices... I am proud of the life you built here and the friends you have made. And the courage it took for you to even think of leaving it all behind and coming back to California."
"We are, pumpkin. So very proud.", her father agreed, making more tears appear in Amy's eyes. "You have always been so brave."
Both parents hugged her tightly, and for once, Amy really was happy to have them in her life again. Not because of the money or the house. But because for the first time, she truly felt accepted by them. For who she was and not for who she was supposed to be.
"It's time, dear.", her mother said finally. "I should be taking my seat."
Amy was surprised that her mother offered to leave. That she actually was ready to stick to their agreement.
So much, she almost asked her to stay. To walk down the aisle together. All three of them.
"I'll let you two have this moment.", her mother said softly, as if she knew what Amy was about to offer. "I'll be there in the audience, watching you and having a good cry."
She kissed Amy's cheek and then left as promised.
"Do you need a moment to calm down?", her father asked her then.
Amy took a deep breath.
Did she?
No. Even now, after everything she had learned today… she still felt nothing but calm. And she did not want to delay the moment any longer. She wanted to get married. Right now.
"No.", Amy said firmly. "I am ready. Let's go."
She took her father's arm and walked outside the front door with him.
The wedding was in the backyard, so she couldn't see Sheldon yet, but she knew, he must be standing at the aisle already.
That thought made her feel giddy. She was only minutes away from becoming his wife.
But then, as she stepped down the front porch, she heard an unexpected voice. A voice she was very familiar with. One of her best friends. Singing a well-known melody.
Goin′ to the chapel and we're
Gonna get married
Goin′ to the chapel and we're
Gonna get married
There was Jared. Standing in the street in front of her house. Snipping his fingers to the rhythm of the song he was singing.
He was grinning at her, with pride in his eyes. Apparently happy he was able to surprise her.
"Oh, Jared. That's so sweet…", she started, but her eyes widened, when more voices joined in.
Gee, I really love you and we're
Gonna get married
Goin′ to the chapel of love
She hadn't even known that Jared's husband Greg could sing. But she was even more surprised when Sheldon's friends, Howard, and Raj appeared next to them and joined in as well.
And then there were steps. So many steps.
And then the sound of instruments.
She had no idea where those people came from. But one by one she recognized them.
First the High School band that Jared had led through the school year. And then all her former colleagues. And the students from her science classes.
Amy could hardly believe her own eyes.
Suddenly, the street was full of people. All playing music together and singing.
Amy's lips trembled. It was too much. So many people showing their support for this special day.
Spring is here, the sky is blue, whoa-oh-oh
Birds all sing as if they knew
Today′s the day we'll say, "I do"
And we′ll never be lonely anymore
Her favorite student, Maddie, was standing right in the front, waving at her. Amy's heart swelled, when she remembered she would be seeing her again soon. At CalTech. Where she would be mentoring her during her first year of college.
Amy could feel more tears welling up in her eyes as her father led her around the house. Everyone was following her as they sang the chorus. It was almost like leading a parade.
Because we're
Goin′ to the chapel and we're
Gonna get married
Goin′ to the chapel and we're
Gonna get married
Gee, I really love you and we're
Gonna get married
Goin′ to the chapel of love
And then, she saw Mary and Georgie with her own mother. Standing at the entrance to the backyard. Mary and her own mother were wiping tears from their faces and Georgie nodded at Amy, before winking at her.
Behind them, all the other guests were standing left and right from the aisle.
All of them were singing. That's when Amy realized, this must have been thoroughly planned. By many people. For a long time.
Bells will ring, the sun will shine, whoa-oh-oh
I′ll be his and he'll be mine
We′ll love until the end of time
And we'll never be lonely anymore
In the corners of her eyes, she could see the beautiful scenery.
The grass was mowed to perfection – almost certainly of Georgie's doing – creating a perfect, soft carpet made of grass.
There were rows of beautiful, white folding chairs, adorned by pink and purple flowers.
A white carpet on the floor, leading down the aisle, almost completely covered by flower petals.
And at the end of the aisle there was a small ceremony space. A little wooden arch with beautifully arranged wildflowers. And a little altar where an old man was already standing, ready to officiate the wedding.
But Amy didn't look at any of it.
Not at Daniel, who was nervously going over his notes one last time. Not at their bridesmaids and groomsmen who were singing with everyone else.
Not at the people still standing there, waiting for her big entrance.
She would appreciate all these little gestures and all the effort everyone had put into this day. Later.
Because right now, she could only look at Sheldon.
She barely heard the song anymore.
There he was.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. A boutonniere that matched her flower bouquet beautifully.
So tall. So handsome. So perfect in every way.
But the most beautiful thing about him was his face.
So many emotions in his eyes, as he looked at her.
No trace of nervousness. But anticipation. Joy. Ready to take this life-altering step with her.
His eyes fixed at the end of the aisle. At her. Smiling at her, in the way he never smiled at anyone else.
More tears welled up in her eyes and a little sob escaped her mouth.
And suddenly, Amy couldn't get to him soon enough.
"Let's go, Dad.", she said and grabbed her father's arm.
Surprised at her sudden entrance, all the guests started clapping to the rhythm, as the choir assembled and started singing. The same song. But from the beginning.
And Amy tried her best, not to run forward but to walk graciously. Like it was expected of a bride.
Still it felt like an eternity.
An eternity where she locked gaze with her future husband with every step she took.
Picturing every moment that had gotten them here. Every day she had longed for him.
Every occasion when she wished to be with him. All that led her here to this moment.
She remembered the day she met him. The funeral where she sang the song Connie had asked her to sing. The way they had silently spoken to each other with their eyes.
And then his rejection when she had wanted to connect with him at Connie's grave. How she had lost all hope that day.
How he had shown up on the evening of that same day and given her back a little bit of that hope.
And then almost every night that followed.
Having tea together and forming a first friendship.
Engaging in the choir. Playing music day after day. Talking about science. Oh, the fun they had when their friendship had blossomed.
The day she had kissed him the first time, sadly she still did not remember it all.
Family dinners. Holidays. Oh, how happy she was, being part of it. Together with him.
The kiss under the mistletoe that let her hope, for the first time, that they could become more one day.
Finally, the magical night, when they revealed their feelings for each other. Igniting a passion that led them to making love for the first time.
And of course everything that came afterwards.
Not all of it had been easy. It had taken work to get where they were now. But oh, had it been worth it.
Again, Amy wanted to run towards the aisle. She wanted to run and shout out how happy she was. Run towards this life so full of promise.
Instead, she stood by as her father shook Sheldon's hand and finally released her.
And once Amy was standing there, at the end of the aisle, in front of Sheldon… Once she saw the way he was looking at her up close… she couldn't hold back anymore.
"Oh, Sheldon…", she sobbed and threw herself into his arms, not caring what anyone else would think. This was her moment. And she needed to hug him. She needed to feel him. She had to. "We're here.", she breathed out. "After everything… we are finally here."
He held her tight and swayed with her. Back and forth and left and right. His strong arms around her shoulders. The scent of talcum powder and fabric softener surrounding her like a cozy blanket.
"I know…", he whispered in her ear. It sounded as if he was trying to hold back a sob. "I know. Oh, Amy. I know."
It was all she needed to hear. That he was just as overwhelmed as she was. And that she was allowed this display of emotion.
She lifted her head and saw tears glistening in his eyes. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. Just softly. Just a peck. But enough for the crowd to start clapping for them loudly.
Someone was even whistling, and Amy pulled away and grinned at Sheldon. His eyes were sparkling even more now. With fresh tears and with emotions that ran so deep, it sent chills down Amy's spine.
He pulled her close and she couldn't resist the urge to wrap her arms around his torso again.
Daniel cleared his throat audibly, and finally, Sheldon and Amy pulled apart and turned to him.
"I may be old, but I think I would remember getting to the part where you could kiss the bride already.", he said sternly, but winked at the happy couple. "But I'll do my best to make it quick."
A giggle went through the audience, and Sheldon clutched Amy's hand tightly.
"Ready?", he mouthed to her.
She nodded enthusiastically.
"Let's do this."
Missy's POV:
As the maid of honor, it fell on Missy to make sure, the wedding was going to be perfect and so, minutes before the ceremony, she was shuffling around flower arrangements and rose petals, determined to make this wedding day the best anyone had ever seen.
Luckily, she had help. Great help.
"Missy, are you sure, the arch is perfectly centered?", Raj asked as he stepped next to her. "I can ask the guys to move it again."
Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sight of Raj.
He looked so handsome in his suit. So different to how he usually looked.
"No, I think… it's fine. You can leave now. I think Jared's already getting ready for the song."
"Alright.", Raj nodded. "I'll see you later."
Missy smiled at him.
Yes. Yes, he would see her later. During the ceremony at the aisle. And then again later in the afternoon. When they would be putting away the folding chairs and set up the tables for the reception. Where they would be going together.
"Oh by the way.", Raj said, turning to her again before leaving. "You look very beautiful today, Missy."
She could feel herself blush under his gaze.
In that moment, she was even more grateful to Amy for letting the bridesmaids choose their own dresses as long as they fit the color theme. Missy knew, she looked great in her navy blue cocktail dress.
"Uhm… thank you. You look very handsome as well."
He looked surprised for a second. But then a smile spread across his face and he bowed his head before he left.
She was still blushing when she was standing at the aisle. Singing the song everyone had prepared.
Which was going better than expected. By the look on their faces, Sheldon and Amy hadn't suspected a thing.
It had been Penny's idea at first, to perform a song for the happy couple. With all the people that were important to them. And then Jared had extended the idea and included almost the whole High School.
It was perfect. A unique event for a unique couple.
When Amy had appeared at the end of the aisle… wow…
Even when Missy had seen her before… in the perfect dress they had chosen months before. With her beautiful hairstyle and her perfect make-up.
She had known that Amy looked very beautiful today. But now… she was practically glowing.
But still, as everyone looked at the bride when she walked down the aisle, just as it was customary during a wedding… Missy did not look at her best friend. She looked at her brother instead.
Her brother who had come so far.
His whole face was lighting up as he saw his bride. His smile… oh… the happiness. The serenity. She had never seen anything like it before.
And his eyes. They were shining. With tears of joy. With happiness. With so much love. And with anticipation for a life that was more than he could have ever imagined.
Maybe a few months, or even weeks before, Missy would have felt remorse additional to the happiness she had for her brother and her best friend.
Remorse, because she would never feel this happy again.
Because she had blown her chances. By making all the wrong decisions.
But somehow – and her eyes shifted to a certain groomsman who had by now taken his place behind Sheldon – she did not feel remorse anymore.
She felt something she had not felt in a long time.
For the first time, maybe in years, Missy felt… happy. Almost giddy.
And most importantly… she felt hope.
Sorry for cutting off here.
I promise, I will update as soon as I can. Hopefully exactly two weeks from now, and then (I hope) back to my normal schedule. Who knows, maybe E-Mail-notifications will be working again until then.
Fun fact: For Amy's mother's big entrance into Connie's house, I let myself be inspired by a similar scene from the TV-show "Crazy Ex-Girlfriend". If you're interested, you can find the clip (it's a song by the way) on YouTube. It's called "Where's the bathroom?", and somehow, even if the show, and especially the daughter in that story, couldn't be more different from Amy, I always associated that scene with Amy and her mother.
I hope you liked the first part of the wedding. The second part will briefly deal with Sheldon's morning and then continue with the rest of the ceremony and then the reception.