“Are you sure you’re not nervous, baby?” He says gently, holding your hand in his larger one, his fingers tangling in your pretty long locks.

Matthew Sturniolo, and {user} Sturniolo. Now ‘Sturniolo’ is your last name too. You’re getting married.

You couldn’t explain how happy you were in your most important day. All of the effort you two put in this day, it was so worth it. The marriage was going to be amazing. Nothing could go wrong.

So many people, luxury place, everything was so perfect for you. But only thing Matt was worrying about - you collapsing on your wedding.

You had a habit. Well, not a habit, but if it is, it’s a very bad thing. You always passed out, collapsed on your place if you were nervous for a long time. Your body couldn’t handle the excitement in your body. It was like that always, and Matt always was there for you when it happened.

So today, when you two were about to go on everyone’s eyes to dance a wedding dance, hearing Matt’s question made you feel bad. You weren’t sure you’ll stay up. You didn’t want to ruin it.

“I’m not, I’m completely okay,” You say, trying to convince him, or yourself. You two stood straight in front of the door, you sigh deeply.

So, the moment came. You two were dancing in dim, pretty light, your white dress taking a lot of place. Everything was perfect.

Oh. But when you were finishing, your legs weakened. Eyes closed, slowly letting your body melt in his arms.

He held you, slowly kneeling down with your body. He didn’t overreact, no. Even this sight of you looked beautiful for him.