Wedding Bells
(A/N: thx patrickpopp for the prompt)
Joe's pov
I was beginning to get antsy as I got dressed for the wedding. MY wedding. Lori and I were actually getting married, and I could hardly believe it. I was so happy, yet so nervous. My best man was Connor, and Lois was Lori's maid of honor. The rest of my family was part of my wedding party, of course. But they were getting ready in another room, leaving me to my thoughts... My spiraling, doomsday thoughts. Second guesses and whatnot. I was snapped out of my destructive thoughts by my brother racing in
"I can hear your heart racing from the next room, Joey. Everything is going to be ok. I promise."
He hugged me, and I felt my lungs slowly copying his own breathing, color coming back onto my face. Once I had properly calmed down, it was time for the wedding. My brother spoke
"You good?"
I nodded, smiling at the sixteen-year-old
"Yeah, thanks to you. Thanks, Con."
He smiled, hugging me gently
"You're welcome, Joey. Try not to pass out on me when you see her, at least according to Lois."
Oh, MAN, I was NOT ready to see Lori in her dress. Off-shoulder straps, mermaid bodice, hair in bouncy curls, very light makeup... How I did not just drop right then and there, I have no idea whatsoever. From that moment on, I was barely taking in anything around me, having eyes only for my bride. As soon as I was allowed to, I dipped her and kissed her, our loved ones cheering in the background. Lori King was now Lori Hill-Reagan. She was my wife, and I was her husband. I married my best friend. I couldn't help but wonder if it was all just a dream, too good to be true, but it was real. Thank goodness.