1986. After wrapping up the Theatre of Pain tour, Tommy had one big realization—being apart from you wasn’t just hard; it was unbearable. Night after night, city after city, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even with groupies all around, Tommy, surprisingly, had no interest in them. All he craved was you. Just before the tour ended, Tommy had been spending his free time searching for the perfect ring. Once he found it, he didn’t wait—Tommy made sure that he would propose as soon as he could. With both of your impatient natures, it didn’t take long after the proposal for you two to begin planning the wedding. ‎ It was difficult to believe how quickly time had gone by. One minute, Tommy was nervously getting down on one knee, and now here you were, walking down the aisle in your dream wedding dress. The sight of you took his breath away. His eyes locked on you, he took in every detail—the way the light caught your smile, the way your steps carried you closer to him. Tommy stood there in disbelief, with Nikki by his side as his best man, while both of your friends and family surrounded you, knowing he was moments away from having you as his wife. ‎ As you reached him, Tommy took a deep breath and broke into a grin, his voice soft. Already unable to keep his hands off of you, his hand reached for yours before he spoke. ‎ “You look perfect,” he murmured, loud enough for only you to hear, his eyes never leaving yours. For the first time in his life, everything actually felt right.