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Lucy smoothes down the front of her dress as she stands in front of the large mirror in the bridal suite. Her hair is curled softly, pulled back away from her face with the rest flowing down her back. Her makeup is simple, elegant, understated.
It’s her wedding day. She’s marrying Tim Bradford today. Her former TO. Former pain in her ass (maybe sometimes still a little bit of a pain in her ass.) Her best friend. Her everything. The love of her life.
She can’t believe they made it here, through all the ups, all the downs, they made it. Now here they were, preparing to pledge themselves to each other for the rest of their lives. Lucy has always heard people say they were so nervous on their wedding day, but she doesn’t feel nervous at all. She hasn’t felt nervous all day.
She spent the morning getting pampered, surrounded by the women who mean so much to her. Getting their hair done, their makeup, laughing together, sharing secrets and the married women in the group sharing advice. Now it was almost time to walk down the aisle and she had asked for just a few moments alone to gather her thoughts.
Her phone pings somewhere in the distance and Lucy moves around the room, shoving aside clothes, bags, and makeup until she finally finds it. She smiles when she sees Tim’s name, a text notification looming. He had probably timed it perfectly, waiting until Angela left the bridal suite and joined him before he had sent it.
If there is one thing to know about Angela Lopez it's that she is superstitious. She insisted on Tim staying with her and Wesley last night so they wouldn’t see each other, and confiscated Lucy’s cell phone when she arrived this morning so they couldn’t text each other. “No communication until you are standing on the altar” she had repeated time and time again to both of them.
But Angela isn’t here to monitor her right now so she swipes up to open up her phone, to read the message Tim sent to her.
Fifteen minutes until you are walking down the aisle to me. I cannot wait to call you my wife. I love you.
A smile stretches across her face, his words filling her heart with more joy than she ever thought possible. His wife. About thirty minutes from now she will be someone’s wife. She will be Mrs. Tim Bradford. She types out a quick message back to him.
I can’t wait to call you my husband. I’m sure you look so handsome in your suit. I’ll see you at the end of the aisle. I love you.
She’s just tucking her phone away when the door to the bridal suite opens, Lucy spins around, phone still in hand to see Angela standing there, hands on her hips.
“I knew it. I knew the second I left you two alone you would break my no contact rule. Please tell me you didn’t FaceTime. You know it's bad luck for him to see you in your dress.”
Lucy laughs, “No. We didn’t FaceTime. Just a quick text. It’s been like twenty hours since we’ve talked to each other, you gotta give us at least one text.”
Angela shakes her head, “If this marriage fails we will look back on this moment and I will have no problem saying I told you so.”
Lucy gapes at her, eyes widening and Angela immediately notices her panic, “Not that I think this marriage is going to fail, that was a really bad joke. I’m sorry. You guys are made for each other, no way this marriage isn’t going to last forever.”
The wedding planner pops her head in at that moment, “Time to go ladies. Angela, you need to go join Tim at the end of the aisle. Lucy, are you ready?”
Lucy beams as she nods her head, “Yeah. I’m so ready. Let’s do this.”
*******
Tim is standing at the end of the aisle, Angela behind him as his woman of honor, the rest of their friends and family sitting out in the crowd. He feels calm, he’s never been so sure of anything in his life. He knows without a shadow of a doubt that Lucy is the love of his life and he is going to spend the rest of his life showing her how much he loves her.
The music starts and he watches as Celina, Lucy’s maid of honor, appears at the end of the aisle. She makes her way down, giving Tim a small smile as she reaches him and then takes her spot on the altar. Next comes Jack and Emmy, Jack holding a small pillow with (fake) rings, and Emmy holding her basket of flowers. Even with all the practice Angela had done with her she was still a little confused about what to do. She takes the entire basket and dumps it at the end of the aisle then runs down it, straight into her dads arms. Everyone laughs at the moment while they watch Jack make his way to his dad.
Once they are settled the music changes and everyone rises to their feet. Tim sees a flash of white then Lucy is standing at the end of the aisle, looking more beautiful than he has ever seen her. Her white dress clings to her frame, simple and elegant. Her hair falls perfectly around her shoulders and the smile on her face lights up the whole room.
Tim feels his face pull into a wide smile as he watches her walk down the aisle, each step bringing her closer to him, closer to the start of their future. Finally she reaches him and he reaches out to grab her hand, pulling her into him.
“You look beautiful.”
She blushes, “You don’t look so bad yourself. Ready to get married?”
”So ready.”
She turns, hands her bouquet to Celina then places both of her hands in Tim’s much larger ones as they stand facing each other, ready for this next chapter of their lives to begin.
*******
Lucy giggles against his lips as Tim’s hands slide under her dress and up her thighs, the wedding band that now sits on his finger cold against her warm skin. They had snuck away during the reception for a quiet moment and now she is straddling his lap, his jacket tossed aside, the buttons on his shirt undone as his hands roam underneath her dress.
He pulls his lips away from hers, moving down to suck at her neck, nipping at her collarbone as Lucy rocks her hips against his.
“Babe, we have to get back out there,” she tries to sound serious but finds it hard as Tim’s fingers ghost her center and she can feel her wetness coating her panties.
He removes his lips from her neck to look at her, “Why? It’s our wedding. We can do whatever we want. And what I want is my wife.”
She shudders at his words, his wife, she’s Tim Bradford’s wife and she doesn't think she will ever get tired of hearing him say it.
“I’ll be quick. So quick baby. I just want a taste, then we can get back out there.”
His lips dip down, pressing kisses between her breasts and Lucy moans, “You cannot ruin my dress Bradford.”
”I’ll be extra careful Bradford.”
He tugs her off of him, sitting her down on the couch next to him before he drops to his knees in front of her. He rucks up her dress, carefully pushing it out of the way and his hands are just coming up to hook into the waistband of her panties when there’s a knock at the door.
Tim groans, “Occupied. Go away.”
Angela’s voice floats through the door, “No way Bradfords. It’s time to cut the cake. So put it back in your pants and get out here. If you’re not out in five minutes then I’m coming in.”
Tim drops his forehead to Lucy’s thigh, sucking a quick mark into it while she squirms beneath him. Then he pulls off her panties, presses a quick kiss to her mound causing her to whine before he pulls back. He pockets her panties and pulls her up, allowing her dress to fall down around her legs again.
He pulls her in for a kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth to tangle with hers, his hands drifting down to grip her ass.
He pulls back and he looks at her, fire in his eyes, “Let’s go back out there before Lopez really does barge in, because we both know she will do it. But you better believe as soon as the cake is cut we are leaving. I’m taking you upstairs to our room, I’m going to take this dress off of you nice and slow, then I’m going to ruin you.”
Lucy whimpers at his words, a gush of wetness dripping down her legs as he swoops down and kisses her again.
She bites down on his lower lip, causing a hiss to escape his lips, “Are you going to give me back my panties?”
”Nope. Just one less obstacle to remove later.”
She chuckles against his lips, “You’re a menace.”
”Maybe. But you’re stuck with me forever now. No getting rid of me.”
She runs a hand up his body, coming to rest on his cheek as she pulls back, “Trust me. I have no desire to ever get rid of you.”
He kisses her again and they get lost in each other for a few moments before they hear persistent knocking at the door again. Tim groans, “We better get out there. But remember what I said. After this is over, you are all mine.”
He quickly buttons his shirt, throws his jacket back on while Lucy smoothes out her dress and does a quick look in the mirror. She runs her fingers through her hair, taming her curls where Tim’s fingers had run through them.
Once they are ready he reaches out his hand, she takes it, interlacing their fingers, “I love you Mrs. Bradford.”
Her smile widens hearing him call her that, and if she wasn’t certain Angela would burst through that door any minute she would be dragging him back to the couch, “I love you Mr. Bradford.”
Tim opens the door and they make their way back out to their reception, hand in hand, ready to face whatever the future holds. Together.