"You look absolutely stunning, wow," he said, his breathing ragged. 

"Really? Cause you look amazing, Nick," I chuckled airily. 

Zoey and Landon came and got us, leading us to the elevator and then downstairs. It's almost two-thirty I believe, and we're heading out to the church that Madeline and William have decided to get married at. Plymouth Congregational Church. That's roughly a fifteen-minute drive from here and so we're heading out now to get there early, make sure everything is set and Madeline and William will join us later with their parents. 

So we got in the car with the rest of the first families and we headed out. 

"Whoa, this place looks amazing," I said to Zoe as we stepped out. 

"I know, they made the right choice with this church," she said as we headed inside. 

There are about fifteen minutes left till the bride and groom get here and we start with the vows and announce them officially married. 

"All right," Nick's mom popped up, "Can I have all the bridesmaids standing in order in that corner over there and all the groomsman in that corner over there. I want the maid of honor and best man right at the front." We all listened and stood in the order that we were meant to. 

Zoey stood first being the maid of honor and I stood behind Grace, her being the second bridesmaid with Aubrey behind me. William's brother, Jaedan is the best man so Zo and he will walk together. Then Grace walks with Nick, I walk with Elijah, and Aubrey walks with Liam. Now, all we have to do is wait for the bride and groom to arrive. 

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"I can't believe she's getting married," Zoey whispered while Madeline walked down the aisle with her dad by her side. While everyone was watching Madeline, I was watching William. He was crying. Trying hard not to but failing. Once Madeline made it to him, she too had tears brimming her eyes but she managed to blink them back and grin from ear to ear. 

"You look beautiful," William whispered. It's easy to read lips. 

Zo walked up with Jaedan and stood behind Madeline while Jaedan went and stood behind Will. I sighed, holding the bouquet a little tighter while reaching one hand out for Elijah once Nick and Grace made it to the front and took their places. 

"Come on, Eli," I sighed while he grabbed my hand and took tiny steps. I slowed down a little for him. I grinned at Madeline and William who were holding hands before my eyes met Nick's. He stared at me until I took my place while he grabbed Elijah's hand and made him stand in front of him. 

"We gather here to unite these two people in marriage. Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly declare their private devotion to each other. The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as a lover, companion, and friend..." the priest began. 

Once that was done, they both got a moment to say their vows. 

Madeline went first. "The love you've shown me is beyond anything my childhood self could dream up. It's heartwarming, genuine, and fierce. Sometimes, all three at once. At the same time, your love has taught me to find what I spent so long searching for within my own self. I love you, William, forever." 

"Madeline, I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we're only fated to choose the things we'd do anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you, and I'd choose you. I love you, Madeline, forever." 

I think it's safe to say I'm crying. 

I don't know what it is with me and weddings, but you can take me to a stranger's wedding and I will still cry. Happy tears, of course. But I can never get over how pure a wedding is and how pure the love of two people is at a wedding. 

"Do you both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all the days of your lives?" 

"We do," they said in sync. 

"Do you, Madeline, take William to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to take him and stay by his side, in sickness, and in health?" 

"I do." 

"Do you, William, take Madeline to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to take her and stay by her side, in sickness, and in health?" 

"I do." 

"Go now in peace and live in love, sharing the most precious gifts you have- the gifts of your lives united. And may your days be long on this earth. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." 

We all watched them as they performed their first dance. No one else was here to them, they were lost within each other, dancing with huge smiles on their faces as they swayed lightly and talked to each other in faint whispers. They chose Thinking Out Loud as the song for their first dance. I know it's Madeline's favorite. She's always wanted that song to be the one for her first dance. 

After their first dance, everyone grabbed a partner and joined them. I didn't want a partner, or to dance so I grabbed myself a seat and sat down, watching everyone else. 

"Can I have a dance?" I looked up and saw Liam. 

"I thought you were bringing Rachel to the wedding?" I asked in confusion. 

"I asked her to come but she said she didn't want to show up uninvited. She's trying to change," he gave me a small shrug. 

"Rachel said that?" I asked because that is quite unbelievable. 

"Believe it or not," he chuckled, still holding his hand out for me to take. 

"All right," I shrugged before placing my hand in his. I stood up and walked with him to the dance floor. He put his arms on my waist and I placed my hands on his shoulders while we swayed slightly. 

"Nick seemed a little miserable these past few days, everything okay now?" he asked while arching a brow at me. 

"We're getting there," I nodded slowly. 

"That's good, you two are seriously perfect for each other," he laughed. 

"Really? We seem to fight a lot," I chuckled. 

"Yeah, but that's how it is, isn't it? Bottom line, you two make each other happier than anyone else can. Isn't that what counts?" he questioned. He is right. 

I looked around the room and my eyes landed on Nick who was sitting at a table, looking bored out of his mind, trying not to stare at Liam and me. "I gotta go," I mumbled, giving him a small smile before he nodded and let me go. I walked over to Nick while taking a deep breath. I stood in front of him while he continued acting like I wasn't there. "Hey," I sighed. 

"Hey," he looked up at me, his voice blank. 

"Dance with me?" I questioned, holding my hand out for him to grab. 

"Why don't you dance with Liam?" he scoffed. 

"I did, but he seems to think we're perfect for each other," I sighed. He looked at me questioningly. "I seem to agree," I shrugged, "You wanna dance with me or not? I can just go back to Liam," I said nonchalantly. 

"It doesn't seem like you want to dance with me," he gave me a pointed look. 

"Please, Nick? Come on?" I whined. 

He sighed while biting back a smile before grabbing my hand and standing up. He grabbed a rose from the little vase that was sitting in the middle of the table and placed it behind my ear after breaking the stem, making it shorter. 

"Nick," I sighed while grabbing another rose from another table, breaking the stem and placing it in the pocket of his tux. "Don't you think we fight a lot?" I asked as we danced slowly. 

"I think we fight unnecessarily, but I also think we make each other the happiest. I have some of the best memories of my life with you, Emma. I'd do anything to keep us alive and going. I want us to last," he gave me a small shrug. 

"How long?" I questioned while looking up at him. 

"Forever, that's as long as it gets," he smirked. 

"Things don't last forever, Nick," I sighed. 

"They do if you take care of them. Till death, that's forever to anyone alive," he shrugged. 

"You wanna stay with me till we're dead?" I laughed. 

"At least till we're eighty-five," he shrugged. 

"And how are we gonna stay together till we're eighty-five if we argue so much?" I arched an eyebrow at him. 

"Simple," he said, "We communicate and then get married."

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