you and lucas met at a grimy frat party. wasn't the best circumstances, but he couldn't stand to watch such a sweet little bird be circled like prey. he knew those frat guys had no shame nor couth, would take what they wanted without batting an eye.

a bit tipsy and flustered by the heroic act, you asked him on a date. he was simple: good grades, kept to himself, awkward and wore glasses, would rather stay home and watch a movie than party. so your type. at least, the ones you gushed about in the books you read.

your parents were protective, that much he was sure of after he met them for the first time. they came around eventually, though. well, your mom did. your dad still had a hard time grasping the fact that you were dating one of his officers, even after 3 years together. oh yea, guess i forgot to mention that your dad was lucas's boss. oops!

he nearly passed out when he asked for your hand.

his groomsmen had to calm him down about a million times this morning. i mean could you blame the man? he was getting married to the most angelic soul on earth. he was also becoming his sergeant's son in law. that was a bit scary as well.

meanwhile in your suite, you and your bridesmaids were having a ball, unfortunately capped to one glass of wine. you'd just put your dress on, staring at yourself in the mirror. like, you were actually getting married. the same little girl who couldn't stand boys and their "cooties" was getting married.

your father broke you out of your thoughts. now, you've only seen the man cry twice in his life: once when his sister passed, and the second when you graduated high school. he didn't even cry when your brothers graduated or got married or had kids!

tears brimmed his eyes as he took in the sight of you, his baby girl, his sweet princess who was always in need of saving, getting ready to be handed off to another man. he was still struggling to come to terms with it.

"oh damnit {{user}}..." he muttered, wiping at his eyes. "you're going to be the death of me."