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Kellin

As the wedding party is in full swing around us, Vic and I finally, for the first time today, have a minute to ourselves where we can just relax.

"So what did you think of the wedding?" Vic grins.

I sigh dreamily at the reminder. I know it was only a few hours ago, but I feel like the whole day is going to be vivid in my memory for the rest of your life.

"It was amazing. What about you? Was it the dream wedding you were hoping for?" I ask.

"It was perfect." Vic beams. "You were perfect. By the way, that suit is stunning on you."

I blush at his loving words.

"Thank you. Tay actually tailored it herself." I chirp.

Vic looks thoughtful for a second.

"I guess you could say she tay-lored it." Vic jokes, seeming proud of himself.

"I want a divorce." I whine, cringing at his horrible sense of humor.

"Oh my god," he gasps. "You could say she Taylor-ed it."

"I seriously regret this whole day. I take it all back." I joke, rolling my eyes while Vic just grins proudly.

"You love me." he sings.

I sigh gently and nod.

"So fucking much." I murmur.

He kisses my cheek lovingly then takes my left hand with his. I admire the way our rings look together and the way his hand fits into mine, like he was the missing piece to my puzzle and now I'm complete.

"After everything," I begin. "None of this feels real. It's still so unbelievable."

Vic smiles, but his smile seems a little sad.

"It's real, Kells. But I get it. I can't believe it either. Never did I think you'd want to marry me." he admits.

I catch the self-doubt behind his words.

"Hey," I say softly, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. "There is no other person that I have imagined spending the rest of my life with."

He let's out a dreamy little breath, but the sadness in his smile doesn't falter.

"That just seems so far-fetched to me. I spent so long telling myself that you wouldn't want me, that I wasn't good enough for you." he admits.

His words sadden me. I can't imagine the toll that has taken on him.

I want to reassure him, tell him that he was wrong, tell him that he should not feel that way, now or ever. But before I have the chance, his phone rings.

He drops my hand and takes his phone off the table, frowning at the unmarked number before he answers it and puts it to his ear.

"Speaking," he chirps.

There's some talking on the other line then his face falls.

"Oh...Is there a later flight?...What about tomorrow?...No I get that...Its my honeymoon, is all...Okay, I understand...Thank you." Vic sighs as he hangs up.

"What's wrong?" I ask, almost certain that was the airline for our flight to Paris.

He turns back to me, looking stressed.

"They're cancelling our flight to Paris." he reveals. "There's some bad weather. They don't want to risk it."

I feel my heart sink.

"But our honeymoon..." I whine quietly.

"I know." Vic soothes. "But our safety is more important than a trip to Paris."

I nod, knowing he's right, but I still feel so disheartened.

"Everything was so perfect up until now." I whisper, feeling tears prick my eyes.

I know I shouldn't be crying over a stupid flight, and I'm not really, I'm upset because something has gone wrong. And I hate it when things go wrong. But it always feels so inevitable with me. It's like disaster follows me.

"Oh, Kells, don't cry." Vic coos. "Why don't take a drive? Find a different airport?"

I shake my head and wipe my tears. I take a breath, trying to eleviate the tension that has found its way to my chest.

"No, no, it's okay." I whisper. I feel like shutting down at the thought of our honeymoon so I brush it off altogether. "It doesn't matter, I don't care."

Vic falls silent as he begins rubbing my back. I glance at him and notice he's deep in thought. The stressed look on his face makes me feel guilty. I shouldn't have made a big deal over this. Now he feels bad.

"Why don't we have a staycation?" Vic suggests.

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"Well since we can't go to Paris, why don't we bring Paris to us? We'll book a nice hotel in town and see if we can adapt our Paris itinerary to here." Vic suggests. "And what if we didn't even tell anyone we're here so we can have the week to ourselves?"

The idea makes me smile. That does sound nice.

"And we could go to that French restaurant downtown." I grin.

"Yeah, and greet everyone with 'Bonjour'. Doesn't that sound fun?" Vic asks and I nod. "Great, I'll find us a nice hotel."

Vic opens up his phone and begins the hunt. I lean against him feeling a lot better and so relieved.

I wish I wasn't so high strung sometimes. I know it stresses everyone out.

Vic and I sit in silence as he books us a hotel room for the week, until the screeching of a microphone gets both our attention.

We look up to see Jenna standing on the small stage where the wedding band once was before their break. She clears her throat into the microphone which sends a hush over the room, then she looks to Vic and I before she starts speaking.

"I came up here to make a speech, but now I'm at a loss and I don't know where to start." she breathes with a chuckle. "I guess first a congratulations is in order for the newly weds, Kell and Vic."

The room erupts in cheers and applause making me blush.

"I have known these two for many years, thus I have watched from afar as they fell head over heels for each other. They definitely waited longer than necessary to reveal their feelings for each other, and their relationship didn't necessarily start in the best place, but over the past year, they have proven to me, to everyone, and to themselves that none of that matters, that they can overcome anything, as long as they have each other. I feel lucky to have been able to witness such a beautiful, deep connection form and to be a part of their lives. Kells, Vic, I am so proud of you both for overcoming your deepest fears for the sake of love and I want nothing but the best for you in the future. I love you." she beams.

I wipe a tear from my cheek and cling to Vic's bicep, as he leans down and kisses my head softly.

"Now if we can get the wedding band back up here, it's time for the first dance." Jenna chirps, putting the microphone back on its stand.

A wave of excitement shoots through me. I hadn't realised it was that time already.

The wedding band takes their place behind their instruments and Vic takes my hand as we stand up. We walk to the dance floor, and I can feel Vic staring at me the whole way.

He stops and turns to me, taking my waist and I place my hands on his shoulders. Vic smiles fondly at me with more love and adoration than I could ever describe.

Then the music starts and my jaw drops as the band starts playing Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, the same song Vic and I danced to at prom and the same song we danced to a year ago in his bedroom. I guess I've been so preoccupied with other things that picking a wedding song didn't even cross my mind.

"Oh my god, Vic." I whine quietly as we start swaying to the tune.

"Surprise," he whispers with a grin, pressing his forehead against mine.

"You're so sweet. And wonderful. And perfect. I'm so lucky to have you." I whisper.

"I'm far from perfect, Kells." he murmurs.

"You're perfect to me." I assure him.

He kisses me gently and pulls me closer to him so I wrap my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder as I do so.

"Hey Husband," I grin softly.

"Yes, Husband?" Vic chuckles softly.

"I love you." I sigh.

He takes my right hand from behind his neck and kisses it softly, then he holds it up, gesturing for me to spin. I blush and roll my eyes as I twirl, then Vic pulls me back into his arms. He pecks my lips and smiles.

"I love you too." he finally replies.

I kiss him softly and the crowd of our loved ones around us claps and cheers, causing me to blush even more.

"I hope you know this is the best day of my life." he murmurs softly as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm glad." I breathe. "I really tried hard to make sure it was exactly how you pictured it, all the arrangements were perfect, the catering was what you wanted–"

"Kellin," Vic chuckles cutting me off. "I don't care about any of that. This is the best day of my life because you're here, and because I married you, which means that I'm going to have you forever. The wedding was beautiful, and by god it was perfect, but the only thing that made it special to me was you."

His words make me melt a little as I'm overcome with gratitude and flattery.

"Oh," I blush.

"Kells, so long as I have you, everything will always be perfect." he assures me.

Part of me knows he's exaggerating. Nothing is every perfect. But in that moment, he has the larger part of me fooled. It truly does feel like nothing could ever go wrong, so long as I have him by my side.

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