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Waverly watches as everyone stands, the soft music begins playing. That's the cue it's beginning. She’s far more nervous then she thought she’d be, her hands clam up as she grips her flowers tightly. Wynonna gives her sister a smile before walking under the flowered archway, “You got this baby girl.” Behind her walks Rosita, the two maids of honor wearing the same dress, with slight variations. Nicole picked them out, she was adamant on the lilac blue, she said it made both Wynonna and Rosita’s eyes pop. Alice walks Jade and Willow down the aisle, each of the younger girls drop flower petals while the older of the three hold onto the rings for dear life. They line up in the front of the room across from Wynonna and Rosita. It’s Waverly’s turn to walk. Everyone is waiting for her.
She steps out and stands beneath the entranceway. It immediately takes Waverly’s breath away. Sure, she helped hang everything up and sure she designed it all with Nicole’s help, but the sight of it all together had her speechless. The lights, the flowers. She had to stop for a moment just to take it all in. They used the empty barn that laid on Gus’ property they had renovated for the wedding, Nicole had everyone she knows help hang up hundreds of flowers all around. Carnations in every color line the aisle, gardenias, and roses make their special appearances, scattered around the bouquets. It’s small but not too small. Perfect. Bulbed string light’s hang from the ceiling, lighting the room with just the right amount of ambiance. Everyone they love is there, standing and staring at her with happy smiles.
She’s not as nervous anymore. She takes the first step down the aisle. The music is louder once she makes her way closer to the altar. She sees Gus, and Nedley and Shorty and they're all smiling at her, silently cheering her on. In the distance, she catches Wynonna crying, her older sister wiping tears from her cheeks quickly. Waverly steps up and turns toward the crowd, this is it. Willow waves to her from the first row, “You look pretty Mommy.”
Waverly whispers back, “You girls look prettier.”
Then, Nicole steps under the archway. Waverly looks up and immediately can’t catch her breath as she watches the love of her life move toward her. The redhead’s short hair is curled tight and pulled to one side. Nicole chose her suit after looking for weeks, she didn't want a boring one. White with light grey embroidered flowers, carefully fitted. She wears the jacket open so a lilac shirt can be seen beneath it. Black heels carry her toward the front of the barn. Nicole can't breathe either once she catches sight of Waverly in her exuberant gown. A silky white that flows toward the floor like a gentle waterfall. Nicole hasn’t seen the dress yet, and it was worth the wait. She’s been dreaming of this moment for years.
They're standing in front of each other now, Waverly finds herself crying, a tear streaming down her cheek as she smiles at Nicole. The redhead wipes it away as the minister begins speaking.
“We are here to celebrate love and happiness and loyalty and a little bit of magic, we are here to celebrate Waverly Earp and Nicole Haught. All people have the right to the same challenges and triumphs, to pain... and to love, as everybody else. Today, we join Waverly and Nicole on the beginning of the next chapter in their life. We are honored that all of their family and friends are here with us to witness two souls become one. Nicole and Waverly are here today to commit that before all of you. To commit to love.”
Nicole holds onto Waverly’s hand, “I love you, I've loved you since we were fourteen years old running around in the summer sun getting bug bites and swimming in lakes. Since that summer, I dreamt that we spoke again and my dream finally came true. There hasn't been a day since we met again in that hospital room where I haven’t loved you. I've felt you in my heart for years, Waverly you bring light to my life. You are my angel. I don't know what I ever did without you, without you and your colorful family and the beautiful daughter you brought to us both. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you in my arms.”
Both of the girls are crying as Waverly smiles, “Nicole, you are the first thing I see in the mornings and last thing I see every night and I couldn't ask for a sweeter way to begin and end my days. I've loved you through darkness and I've loved you in the light. You saved me. You pulled me out of the scariest parts of my story and you made them feel a little bit less scary. All you have to do is smile and I feel safe, I feel home. I knew no matter what happened, that telling you I loved you was the right thing.” Her voice cracks, “I love you. I've loved you since the moment I met you, I just needed some time to catch up.”
The minister begins speaking again as Nicole wipes at a tear stinging her cheek, “May their love be unshakable through any storm, unbreakable through any stress, a promise to always be there for each other through sickness and in health. May we bring together two extraordinary and exceptional, beautiful human beings.”
The brunette smiles softly, her heart pounding out of her chest. “I take you, Nicole Haught, to be my beautiful wife.”
Nicole grins, “I choose you, Waverly Earp to be the one I spend the rest of my life with.”
Alice scurries to the podium and holds out two rings. Waverly and Nicole each take the other’s and slide it gently on the other’s finger. Alice gives a thumbs up toward Nicole before returning to stand by Willow and Jade.
“I hereby pronounce you, wife and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
They smile then pull each other closer as the crowd claps. Their lips meet gently like it's their first kiss. In a way, it is their first kiss. Willow runs up and hugs their legs. The world seems loud, but a happy loud. The earth is buzzing as they turn and look at everyone standing and cheering for their love.
Wynonna grabs Nicole’s arm, “Congratulations. Welcome to the family.” Nicole smiles as she pulls the older girl into a hug. “Now you need some more kids,” Wynonna jokes.
Waverly overhears the comment and turns toward her sister, “Well… about that.”