The day had come, and Laurie couldn't believe it. He was going to marry the person that not only had he been in love for ages –practically since the meeting– but also the one he had been friends with for just so long. It was, to some extent, surreal.

The ceremony had been beautiful, just like in your sister Meg's wedding, all the girls worse beautiful and colourful flower crowns. A warm smile crept up his lips as he watched you chat with one of your sisters and took a sip from his glass.

It was at moments like these where he thought of the day he proposed. How he was chasing after you in that field, how much anguish he felt when you told him you couldn't love him the same way he loved you. How he tried giving up every habit of his that wasn't of your liking.

Until you eventually did. Until you gave up to your feelings. To the feelings you both shared. And you accepted his proposal. Laurie placed the glass on the table and began to approach you.

“May I borrow my wife for a second?” He asked your sister, marking the word 'wife', to what your sister nodded with a giggle. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to a more secluded area of the celebration. “We need some time of our own, I believe.” A grin in his face as he held your arm in his.