"And, we're done." Claire says, closing the tube of lipstick. She moves away from the mirror and I look at my make-up. Light, simple but elegant. My hair was curled in loose waves and was pulled back just a bit.

I pass my hand over my silk robe.

"Thank you Claire." I smile at her as she packs up.

"You're welcome Soph, congratulations and I'm so sorry I can't make it." she frowns.

"That's alright, get home safe." I tell her, as she hugs me.

"I will." She smiles, walking out of the room. As she walks out, Amyra walks in, dressed in her knee length light blue dress, followed by Shyla, who's wearing a gold dress, and finally Amanda walks in, looking as stunning as ever in her dress.

"Hi guys." I smile at them.

"Don't 'Hi guys' us, come on get into that dress!" Myra says and Amanda and Shyla laugh behind her.

I take a look at my mermaid style wedding dress. I obviulsy had my wedding dress made a long time ago, but we had to alter it, so no one suspects I'm pregnant.

It was beautiful and I can't wait for Axton to see it, he doesn't know but he chose the design a long time ago. I wonder how he looks, how he feels! I could probably scream.

"Hey! Less daydreaming, more getting dressed!" Amyra yells and I laugh, taking the dress from her and stepping into the bathroom of the hotel. We were at a hotel that had a beautiful garden, where the alter was set up. Where's I'll marry my best friend.

"Soph, baby can we talk?" I hear mom, her heels clicking on the floor as she approaches the room.

"In here, sure mom," I tell her and the door slowly opens.

"You look stunning Sophia." she says, tears brimming her eyes.

"Thank you mom." I tell her, trying not to cry.

"This all happened, so quickly, are you sure this is what you want? I'm not saying don't get married darling, this is what you want right?" She asks me as she pulls my hair over my shoulder and fixes it.

"More than anything mom," I tell her truthfully. There's nothing else I want in this world than to be Axton's wife, to truly be his forever.

"I don't want-" I stop her before she can continue.

"I know, you're scared my marriage ends up like yours," It's a fear I've always had, but that was before the person that I was going to be married to was Axton. Now, it's not a thought.

"It won't, I know it won't." Axton is going to be the best dad and the best husband, I can say that without any doubt.

"You're so in love, it's adorable." she says and tears fall from her eyes.

"Sophia, tell me you're done, please!" Amyra yells and I laugh.

"I'm done, I'll be out in a second." I tell her, knowing she's going to yell. We were running a bit late.

"Nope!" The door opens and she walks in.

"Kimberly you've had your time, let me send my baby to her wedding now." Myra says, tears clear in her eyes. I chuckle as mom walks out the room.

"You look beautiful Soph." she says and I try so hard not to cry. She wraps her hands around me.

"We're doing it! We're standing together a few minutes before your wedding. You made it Soph." Don't cry. Don't cry.

"I made it, only because you were with me. Only because you pushed me to tell Axton I love him. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me Myra, I really wouldn't be standing here without you." I tell her, making sure not to cry and ruin my make-up.

"I'm pretty awesome huh?" she bursts out crying and I smile as she laughs, still crying.

"You are." I chuckle, still hugging her.

"Alright, Eleanor wants to talk to you too," she says, wiping her tears away, without ruining her make-up.

"Oh, here," she gives me the bouquet. I smile, the flowers are Axton's grandmother's favourite. She died from cancer a few years ago. She made sure Amyra knew to have these at our wedding, she always swore we'll end up together. She was right.

"Thank you Myra." she smiles through the tears and walks out the room as Eleanor walks in.

"The dress is beautiful Soph," I smile as she pulls me into a hug.

"I said I wasn't going to cry," she say through tears and I chuckle.

"I'm so happy for you two." she tells me.

"Thank you Eleanor."

"Nope, that's gonna have to go, call me mom okay?" she says and I laugh,

"Okay, mom." she smiles.

"I'll see you out there okay?" she says and I nod. She walks out the room and I'm left alone, well I'm left alone with two babies. I look in the mirror. I'm actually getting married.

To the one person, I've loved nearly my whole life. The door opens and Seb walks in.

"You look, beautiful Soph," he says and surprises me as he pulls me into a hug.

"Thank you Seb." I tell him, tears actually about to fall because did this guy just hug me?

"I know you wanted him to be here, I'm not him. I'm better." he smirks and I roll my eyes at him.

"But asking me meant a lot, so I obviously will walk you down the aisle." I smile.

"I'm really proud of you Seb, and you're obviously better than him. You've settled with an amazing girl, and I haven't been more proud and happy for you. She really brings out the best in you." I tell him and the smallest smile makes its way to my brother's face.

"Ready? I saw Marty down the hall." I nod. Marty was also walking me down the aisle. He's been there since I started preschool, I remember him picking me up after my first day, I was crying so he bought me ice-cream, even though my dad almost fired him.

"Well, let's go." he extends his hand and I place mine in his as we walk out the room and into the hotel room.

"Okay, as you walk down, you'll meet Mart Mart." Don't even question it, that was the answer I got about twelve years ago when Amyra first called Marty that.

"Then you walk down the steps and by then Ameila would have just finished her task of flower girl." We nod as Myra kisses my cheek and goes to the alter.

"Have you seen him?" I ask Seb as we walk to the hall.

"He's nervous as fuck!" Seb says and I smack his hand.

"He wanted me to give you this though." he hands me a pink box, and I look at him confused.

"Well take the box you smartass." I roll my eyes taking the box and opening it. A box with a drawing, when unfolded, reveals a drawing we did when we were eight. Two, poorly drawn kids, under a alter.

At 56 if Sophia doesn't find a Disney prince to marry and if Axton doesn't find a princess to marry, they shall marry each other.

Our eight-year-old handwriting wrote our names at the bottom of the page. I remember that contract as if we made it yesterday!

"Soph," I look up at Marty. I hand Seb the drawing.

"You look wonderful." he tells me and I smile.

"Thank you for walking me down the aisle." I tell him.

"You're most absolutely welcome Soph, I am so proud of you, I hope you know that." I smile as he extends his hand, which I gladly accept.

I walk with Sebastian to my left and Marty to my right. We stop at the top of the short staircase.

I loom straight down, my eyes meeting Axton's. The low music plays as we walk up to the alter. The garden was beautiful. The green mixed with white and blooms of light pink. It was perfect.

All the guests stand and turn my way. The cameras focus on me. Everyone's looking at me, but my eyes are only on Axton, he looks amazing in the suite, I designed. His hair gelled to perfection. Jace stands behind him. I look closely at Jace and I think he's crying. I look at my mom, she's a mess. Eleanor smiles at me, but breaks down crying. Amyra smiles and winks at me.

As we walk up to the alter, I hand Amyra my bouquet as Marty places my hands into Axton's. He stares into my eyes and I see tears brimming him eyes.

"Don't cry, you're gonna make me cry." I whisper, yet still the crowd chuckles. A crowd filled with just friends and family.

"Today, we're here to celebrate the union of Sophia and Axton, in heartful love." The marriage officiant says.

"Let's begin with the vows." He says and Axton takes in a deep breath. Can you skip to the end, please?

"Axton, you may begin."

"Sophia, I've always had you by my side, you're the best friend I could have ever asked for, but you're more than that, you've stuck by me through the dark and the light of life. The ups and downs and you've made me a better person. I can't imagine forever unless you're with me." he says, looking into my eyes and I almost cry. Don't ruin the make-up.

"Sophia," the marriage officiant ushers me.

"Axton, you've made me so utterly happy, being the best friend I could have asked for, the shoulder for me to lean on, my personal chauffeur." Everyone chuckles.

"For being with me every single step of life." I tell him, and that glistening look overcomes his eyes.

"The rings please?" Ameila runs up to us, with both of our rings.

"Do you Axton McKay take Sophia Rivera to be your wife?"

"I do." he says, still looking at me, as he slides the ring onto my finger and kisses my hand.

"Do you, Sophia Rivera take Axton McKay to be your husband?" Hurry up!

"I do." I say, slipping the ring onto his finger.

"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. McKay. You may kiss the bride." Axton pulls me closer as he crashes his lips onto mine.

I'm married.

We did it.

"We're married baby." he mumbles against my lips. As everyone claps and cheers in front of us. The sound of a champagne bottle opening fills the air.

"Congratulations!" Amyra yells, pulling me away from Axton and hugging me.

"I'm married!" I yell and she laughs.

Everyone runs up congratulating us. In less than no time, the cameras come out and everyone is pulling us, in every direction.

Through the chaos of everyone taking pictures and celebrating, I take a good look at my husband. It always has been him. Always, no matter who I dated, it was always and it always will be him. There's no Sophia without Axton and there's no Axton without Sophia.

"Come here Mrs. McKay." he says, pulling me into his arms.

"I got your drawing." I chuckle.

"I got my princess." he smirks.

"I got my prince." I tell him.

"Together they became powerful and successful kings and queens." he kisses my forehead.

I hold onto him. This is where I wanted to be, this is where I'm meant to be. In the arms of the man I love, who also loves me in the most heart-bursting way.

Our love story will forever be my favorite.