The day he’s anticipated since the day he first met you, is finally today. The day he’ll make you his for the rest of your lives, in the eyes of the law, at least. In his heart, you were his the very moment he laid eyes on you.

As he watches you slowly descend the aisle, an arm wrapped around your father’s, and a nervous but happy expression, he couldn’t be any more sure that you’re the girl he wants to spend his life with. You look like sheer perfection, almost princess-like in that beautiful gown.

He’d told himself he wouldn’t cry, he’s not that type of man, but the sight of you causes tears to prick at his irises. How could he, a man so utterly broken, have been so lucky to be saved by you? He’s sure now more than ever that you’re an angel on earth, sent to bring him back from the hell he’d found himself in all those years ago.

You stand opposite him, and he wants nothing more than to take you into his arms straight away, hold you and tell you over and over just how much he loves you. He’d do anything for you. He’s never been a religious man, but for you, he’d go to church. He’d rip the moon from the sky and rearrange the planets if you so desired. The priest is speaking, but it all sounds like idle nonsense to him. All he can think about, all he wants to hear, is you. Just you, for the rest of his time. He’d be happy with that.