6 years later...

"Where is her dress?!!!! I will have you blackballed in New York City if you don't find me that dress in 5 seconds!" Zoe seethes, as she clenches and unclenches her fist.

The small girl runs off, tears streaming down her face, as she frantically looks around for my dress.

Just breath Bay

You can do this.

"Bay, you don't need to worry. You just have to look pretty and walk down that aisle and marry Issac. Just don't mess up the makeup. The makeup artist was expensive." Zoe says and brushes my face with more glittery powder stuff.

"I want chocolate and mai tais. And liquor. Looooottttsss of liquor." I tell her and she hands me a pointed look, in which I roll my eyes.

"You cannot be stressed right now Bay. This is your big day!" she shrieks.

"Everyone move through!" A familiar voice yells. A smile spreads on my face and I stand up.

"I heard chocolate. I came to deliver." he says and holds up a massive chocolate brownie.

This is why I love Armani Clarke.

"Armani!" I yell and run over to him. I wrap my arms around him and embrace him in a hug. Ever since the wedding rehearsal 2 weeks ago, he has been gone on this rock climbing thing in Korea with Cartier and I have been away from 2 of my best friends.

"Mi dia. Dammi il cioccolato" I say in Italian and take the chocolate brownie from him.

"Get the Italian lady a fork!" Armani yells and instantly a woman, who I think is the seamstress, hands me a fork. Zoe had gotten me an entire team from this company she is working at to help with my wedding. Zoe is the manager of this fashion magazine and some interns from FIT(Fashion Institute of Technology) who are affiliated with the company needed the money, so here they are. 

I take the fork and stab into the chocolate brownie and put the treat in my mouth. I moan in pleasure as the chocolate melts in my mouth.

"NO CHOCOLATE ON THE WEDDING!" A Russian lady who is helping out with makeup says an plucks the brownie and fork out my hand. I narrow my eyes at her, but she just gives me a look and walks away with the cake. I swear I saw her take a bite out my brownie as she was going. 

"Zoe! She took my brownie." I whine.

"Good. We have 10 minutes to get you walking down that aisle. The dress is here. Hurry and put it on. I have to get going on that thank you letter to Vera Wang. This dress is marvelous." She says and admires the dress in its package. Zoe, Cartier, and my other friend from college had traveled to New York to Vera Wang to have her specially design my wedding dress. I fell in love with my dress the moment I saw it and trying it on made me feel like a princess.

My stomach twists into knots when one thought dawns on me for the first time this entire day.

I am getting married.

In ten minutes, I will walk down that aisle and declare my life to Issac's and he will declare his to mine. 

I have been pushing it to the back of my head, not thinking about it even when people say it to me.

But holy shit, I'm getting married in front of one hundred people.

No pressure.

"Move out my way!" Someone yells. Cartier emerges from the crowd. Her fiery red hair tied up into a bun with a few strands out and framing her face. Her face is done with a considerable amount of makeup. She looks beautiful.

"Come on lady. Time to get you into this dress!" she says and grabs the dress and pushes me into the dressing room. She closes the door behind us and unzips the bag the dress is in and hands it to me.

"Cartier, I can't do this. What if we get married and we fall out of love 10 years from now. What if we realize we aren't good for each other or he leaves me. I know for sure I cannot leave him. I love him too much. God, Issac is so out of my league and then there is little ol' me."

"Hey!" Cartier raises her voice and rests her hand firmly on my arms.

"You got this, okay? You and Issac have been in love for 6 years. No way he will just leave you after all the shit he had to put up with you. He has seen you at your worst. AKA your time of month. My grandmother once said that if a man can walk in the store and go through the aisle and buy you pads, tampons, wipes, all that crap and get it for you, he is a keeper. He put down his pride and walked into the 'unholy' section and got you your shit. Yeah, my grandmother is slightly bonkers, but I believe that. Issac is head over heels in love with you. You guys are going to have kids and grow old together and I'm gonna have kids with Armani and our kids are going to be bffs and Zoe's gonna have kids and our kids are all gonna be bffs and rule over the high school like we did." she says and laughs. I smile gratefully and take a deep breath.

Kids.

A smile forms on my face and I instantly look at my stomach.

I step in the dress and turn around so Cartier can tighten the dress on me. Cartier stops for a moment and then continues pulling at the dress to tighten.

"That's weird. It won't close."

Panic fills me and I can feel the color drain from my face. 

"What?!?!" I choke out.

"Nope, got it." she says and does the last finishing tightening stuff and then we look in the mirror. Tears well up in Cartier's light brown eyes. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and I feel like I am looking at a completely different person.

I am completely different. I am not the same 17 year old girl who was always sad because she was unwanted by her father. I am getting married to the man of my dreams.

How the hell did that happen?

Cartier picks up the silver diamond clip and clips it at the side of my hair and she lets my curls flow out.

"Shit! My mascara." Cartier curses and wipes at her eyes. She runs out the room, leaving me alone in the room. I pick up my phone and dial the number I have had memorized for 6 years.

The phone rings for a while and the pit in my stomach feels emptier and emptier. 

"Hello, my soon-to-be wife." Issac's husky voice says on the phone.

I sigh in relief. "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too baby. How are my little ones doing?" He asks. I look down at my stomach and run my hands over my belly. My bump isn't too big, but if you stare long enough, you can see my once perfectly slim and toned stomach is no longer there, but instead is replaced by a small little baby bump.

"They are good. They are amazing. They don't like being constricted in this dress."

"You know I prefer you without clothes anyway."

"So you would prefer I walk down the aisle naked?" I ask, with a quirked eyebrow.

"I never said that."

"But you just-"

"I don't need other men seeing what's mine. That body is mine. You walk down the aisle in clothes. I will remove those later and by later I mean....5 hours and 2 minutes."

A blush creeps up my face, illuminating the glitter on my face.

"Bay, lets go!" Zoe yells from outside.

"Got to go. See you on the flip side handsome." 

"Love you mama bear."

A smile reaches my eyes and I have to hold back my tears. "Bye."

I hang up the phone and walk out the dressing room. Everyone outside stops their conversations and they look at the masterpiece(me) they have been working on for hours. 

"DA!" The Russian lady yells and starts dancing. Everyone in the room starts cheering me on and slowly I feel the wedding jitters exit my system, leaving behind a happiness.

I'm ready.

"2 minutes. Let's go Bay." Zoe says and ushers me out the room, Cartier trailing behind her. They both look so pretty in the amethyst purple bridesmaid dresses. 

The wedding is Northern Lights themed. I haven't seen the actual place yet. Zoe wouldn't let me. 

Zoe guides me through a hallway that is decorated with purple and blue lights and then finally I am outside a door. 

THE door.

Footsteps from behind me snap me out my thoughts and I look behind me. Asher, Armani, and Tyler(Issac's close friend from his lacrosse team) gather in front of me.

This is actually happening.

"Bay, breathe" Zoe tries to calm me down, but the only thing that can calm me down is to lay in the arms of the one I love the most and he is on the other side of that aisle. 

I nod my head at her and she gives me a quick kiss on my cheek before walking over to Asher and linking her arms in his. Asher leans down and whispers something in Zoe's ear, making her ears turn pink and she smiles up at him before placing a quick kiss on his lips.

Finally, everything is right. 

Asher looks behind his shoulder at me.

'You look beautiful' he mouths.

'Thank you' I respond with a smile. He turns back around and looks forward.

Everyone links arms and right on queue, the wedding music turns on. It is the instrumental version of 'A Thousand Years.', but Zoe had this famous pianist, cellist, and violinist come from Europe to play at this wedding. 

The door opens and Tyler and my college friend walk out first. Then Cartier and Armani and finally, Asher and Zoe. Tears well up in my eyes and I have to force myself to stay calm and not cry on my wedding day. And this time, I can't blame it on baby hormones or some shit. This is actually happening.

"Thank you Bay." Isaiah says, beside me. Isaiah, Issac's father, is walking me down the aisle because I have no father to walk me down the aisle and Isaiah has been a father figure in my life for the past 6 years.

"For what?" I ask and sniffle.

"For making my boy happy when I couldn't. I just wish Clementine was here to see this. She would be so proud of him."

"She is proud of him. And she is here with us. She is here. Can't you feel it? I may have not met her, but I feel like I know her through your son."

Isaiah smiles down at me and tears well up in his silver eyes.

"And finally for the queen and bride of the day, Bay Stewart. Rise as the bride enters the room" A man on the microphone says.

Of course, this was such a Zoe idea.

"Ready?" Isaiah asks.

All nervousness washes out my body and I feel like I am glowing.

"Yes. I am ready to start my life with Issac. Let's go."  I tell him and clutch onto my bouquet of white and violet roses in my hand.

The door opens fully, exposing me and Isaiah to the large crowd in the church. There are about 100 people here. All people from my side of the family or Issac's. Also, people we have met along the way in our journey. The church is decorated with violet and blue roses at the end of each pew and the carpet leading to the front is a beautiful shade of purple.

It's perfect.

I couldn't have asked for a better person to do this than my own twin.

I look down the aisle and my eyes meet a set of grey ones. 

They are the same eyes I drown in every time I look into them.

It's Issac.

My breath hitches in my throat as I stare at him. His hair that I now believe is jet black is combed neatly on his head. He has on a blue long sleeved dress shirt with a grey vest over it and on the vest is I believe a violet colored flower pinned to the upper part of the vest. His clothes hold perfectly on his body, outlining his muscles, but at the same time, looking formal.

Something wet falls on my cheek and it wasn't until I looked at Zoe who is standing at the end of the aisle that I realize I am crying. 

I slowly walk down the aisle, my eyes not leaving Issac's. There is something about staring at your husband to be on your wedding day. Its like everything has changed. Not how I feel about him, but how I see him. Words can't describe it. I have this feeling in my chest. This feeling of unfamiliarity, but certainty. Courage, but confusion. But one feeling that is stronger then them all is the feeling of love. 

I love him with all my heart. Everything in me loves him. Even the two babies in my womb. 

Issac's face turns slightly red and when I squint my eyes, I realize he is crying. He wipes his face and wipes his hand on his pants. Asher pats Issac's shoulder and tells him something that makes Issac laugh through his tears. Asher looks over at Zoe and winks at her. 

I love them.

My heart beat speeds up as I near closer to him. The rise and fall of his chest quickens and I can tell he feels the same way too. When we reach the end of the aisle, I kiss Isaiah's cheek and hand my bouquet of roses to Natalie, my friend from work who is sitting at a pew. I walk up the small platform steadily, knowing how clumsy I am. I look up at Issac, who is staring at me with his mouth slightly ajar.

The priest goes on about the usual ceremonial stuff, but to be honest, I can't hear a word he is saying. All I can think about is him. All I see is him.

Issac is my limelight.

Issac's lips twitch upwards in a smile as do mine. 

'I love you' he mouths.

'I don't ' I respond with a smirk on my face. 

His smile widens and he peels his eyes from mine and looks at the priest.

"You two have vows prepared, I believe." The priest says and looks at us.

We nod our heads and the priest tells Issac to go first. Issac clears his throat and looks into my caramel eyes. 

"Bay Valeria Stewart, I have loved you since we were 17. You came into my life when I needed a ray of sunshine. Something that could make me happy for the next day. You were like this perfect thing that came into my life and I didn't know what to do, but love you. You are a stubborn ball of fire who I have managed to love unconditionally for 6 years straight. You have been here for my ups and downs. You have supported and loved me even when I pissed you off, which is very often. All I want is to be the person you deserve. The person who you wake up to every morning, who you fall asleep beside at night. Who you kiss when you come home from work. I want to be your hand to hold, shoulder to cry on, I want to be your everything because you are my everything. You are my world. You are my person and I promise to be yours for as long as I live because you are my partner, my lover, and my best friend. I promise to be beside you as you fight whatever battles you are in, I promise to offer my hand to squeeze and break when you are in labor, I promise to buy taller shoes so you can wear heels, I promise to be by your side through everything because everyone in this church knows that I cannot live without you. I promise to respect, cherish, appreciate, love you for who you are and remain faithful. You are my world, my heart, my breath, my soul, and as I stand here before God and all these people, I join my life with yours. We are one. I will feel pain with you, I will rejoice in happiness with you, and I will cry with you. I promise you all of me. Because all of me loves all of you. Cross my heart hope to die, to my lover, I'd never lie. I love you my beautiful angel."

I can't stop crying.

I keep trying to hold in my tears and the sniffles, but I just can't.

I read online that this is what happens in pregnancy.

"Oh god. Issac Evans, you always leave me speechless." I say through my tears. The crowd erupts in laughter and I look out to see almost everyone in tears.

"Issac Austin Evans, you are my grey knight in golden armour. You already know that. You brought color into my life when all I saw was black and white. I was, as you said the first day we crashed into each other, the girl who never smiles. But you Issac" I close my eyes, feeling a lump grown in my throat as tears glide down my face. 

How could I be this lucky?

That's literally all that I could ask.

How?

"There was something about you when I met you that let me subconsciously let you enter my life. Enter my heart. I, unknowingly, gave you the keys to my heart and it was the best thing I ever did. You Issac Evans, are the best thing that ever crashed into my life, literally. You have been my comrade in my fight against my own demons and I have been your oxygen when you felt like you were drowning. It would be my honor to call you the father of my children and my husband because being loved by you is a gift of its own that not many get to experience. I plan on being your first and last love, you hear? I will love you for as long as the sun sets in the sky" I say, remembering when we skydived and watched the sunset mid air.

"I will love you for as long as the Northern Lights shine in the sky, being a symbol for our everlasting love. I will love you for as long as my heart, the heart that I gave to you 6 years ago, beats in my chest. I give you my heart, my soul, my everything. We are one. And above all, I promise to never let go. I met you in the dark and you lit me up. You set me on fire. You completely redefined what living means. Living isn't just doing the same routine over and over again. It is doing things different. It is doing things you never thought you would do in a lifetime. It is to first question everything around you and finding the answers in the little things in life or the people around you.  You showed me the beauties of life Issac and for that I am eternally grateful to you. You showed me the meaning of life. You helped me learn to love again and to be happy with myself and life around me. You inspire me to be the best I can be be each day. As your wife, I will challenge you like you have challenged me to be the best you can be. And finally, I promise to never let go and love you unconditionally"

Issac blinks and 3 tears fall out his eyes and glide slowly down his face. I lean up and brush the tears off his face lightly, the clicking of the camera drowning out in the background. I stare into his glassy grey eyes that look almost silver. We find ourselves in the bubble we always fall into when it is just us. We block out everything else and its like we are the only ones in the room. Only 2 heartbeats.

Well actually 3. 

Mine and Issac's make one. 

Then there is our two little ones growing in my stomach.

Snapping back to reality, I bring my hand back down and let the priest continue.

"With these vows said, may the rings be brought up please." 

Issac's 7 year old cousin from France brings up the rings that are placed on a plush white pillow. Issac takes a ring as do I.

Issac slides the beautiful diamond silver ring that matches my engagement ring onto my finger. Before letting my hand fall by to my side, he gently places a kiss on my hand. 

A smile makes its way to my face as he lets my hand go and I take up his and slide the ring on his.

The priest goes on and says the rest of stuff that everyone will forget in 10 minutes. I can feel myself becoming anxious, counting down the seconds, minutes, or whatnot till he finally says the words and I will become Bay Evans. I will be his and he will be mine.

Forever.

"Now, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." He states and in lightning speed, Issac grabs me by my waist and gently brings our lips together. Our lips move together in sync as we slowly