Today, it feels like they continue to beat the odds with every step. An hour isn't nearly enough time to plan a wedding. It isn't nearly enough to get all of the details in place, to tuck in the dress where needed, to iron perfect curls into one's hair, to find that perfect bouquet and stretch of beach, placing it where the tide will just manage to rise over the duration of the ceremony. It isn't enough time to zip up her own dress without everything catching. It isn't enough time to recite her lines, only important for how she doesn't want to be the one that catches them up, doesn't want to be the one who causes a snag. It isn't nearly enough time to get to know the bridesmaid, or to give the best man more than even just a glance and a smile, wide enough that at any other time, someone might assume it was made just for them
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Meredith lets out a laugh, almost startled by those words, the stuff of sappy films she only ever really watches if someone else makes her. They sound different when they mean her. In a way, all this does is make official what's been true for a long time, give a proper name to what they are, but it still leaves her reeling to know they've made it this far. She doesn't want for Sean to lean in. There's no veil to raise, just the two of them and a ring on her finger, another of those things she never expected. Hands in his, she lifts her head to kiss him, putting the last touch on a ceremony that's been a long time coming just to happen at the right moment.
It's said and done, and Sean doesn't have the time to properly comprehend just what that means before she's sealing their vows with a kiss, maybe their most momentous one since a frigid July afternoon in the Compound basement, long ago. Certainly the most perfect, even if Sean's still too stunned to do anything more than what comes naturally, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment as he returns the kiss.
"I love ye," he says the instant they break apart, under his breath and so, so quiet, meant only for her. Then it's his turn to laugh.
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"I love ye," he says the instant they break apart, under his breath and so, so quiet, meant only for her. Then it's his turn to laugh.
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