Mawiage," the priest, though trying, said horribly. He continued on, his lisp making his words come out jumbled and difficult to understand. He stood on a tall stool and wore a long robe to appear much taller than he really was. He read off a folder to the few people who sat in the audience that was made up by your closest friends and family. Which ment they were all laughing loudly every time the priest spoke and ready to out and get drunk.

In front of you, Sugawara held your hands gently squeezing them every time the priest tried to pronounce any 'l', 'r' or 's' sound.

"May youw wove watht ath wong ath the mithithippi wiver."

Sugawara sqeezed your hands tightly as a snort escaped from him. The priest shot an annoyed look at the silver haired man who wore a nice suit.

A small amount of flowers were spread along and around the small church. Your friends sat in their seats smiling and in nice clothing as they watched you and a dead man get married.

Ealier that day your friends split up some taking Sugawara to get a suit, a few grabbing decorations and taking them to a small church booking a last minute priest in all the business and the last two shoved you into a white dress that flowed around your ankles.

"Would you pweath not thpeack."

"Sorry, please continue."

Sugawara turned to you, smiling gently as he leaned closer to rest his forehead against yours.

"Your friends are amazing. It's hard to believe they managed to do all this in a morning." he said.

"They probably have been planning this for weeks. They love you." You smiled flicking your eyes to your friends.

"I love you." he whispered, trying to pull you as close to him as possible.

"I love you too."

"Yeth yeth, you may now kith the bwide."

Laughing Sugawara pulled you closer holding you as if you were about to dance out of the church and onto the streets.

"May I kith you printheth?"

"Yeth you can my pwinth."

Sugawara placed his hands on your back pulling you right up against him. Your heart throbbed sending tingles down your spine and onto the palm of your hands. He held you like a sand castle that could crumble at any moment.

He places his lips gently against yours, squeezing you as he begun to run out air.

"I still got to get used to this breathing thing."