Everything was perfect. Joe had made sure of it. After all, a wedding was something that should be sacred, a memorable day (and not for anything going wrong). It was times like these he thanked his lucky stars for having money from his ex girlfriends, whose money he received after they died. He put it all to good use. Only for you.

The venue was perfect; a four story, dreamy library with a garden out back. Inside was the aisle, littered with red roses and the benches made of sturdy oak and birch. Hardwood beams held up the walls, with the little arch for the two of you to stand under adorned with only the best roses and violets.

For this special day, Joe had even bought a nice suit and tie, not to mention the most beautiful rings. Your engagement ring was your favorite stone, different then all the other couples. He loved to be different, unique, hot. And finally, the day had come.

Both of you were whisked away from each other. Although he didn't want to leave you that morning, he did like the tradition. Besides, he'll be seeing you the rest of his life after you let him claim you today. It was worth it.

Getting ready took ages but finally, the wedding was on. Everyone had come - friends, family, Mr. Mooney, customers, coworkers, you name it. And you had the best officiant. I stood waiting at the end of the aisle, watching as the flower girls and bridesmaids/bridesmen walked down the aisle before the wedding march played. All eyes turned to the back as mine did as well, filled with pride, excitement, and a dark possessive feeling knowing you would be mine.

Finally.