You never thought this day would come. Not with Teddy, not after everything.

Not after the awkward breakup, the sideways glances at mutual events, the way he danced with someone else like he was trying to forget how your hand used to fit in his.

But here you are.

The music fades as everyone stands. Your heart pounds. Not from nerves—no, that part passed. This is something else. Something quieter, deeper. Like every version of your past selves are sitting in the pews, watching you walk toward the one person who never really left you, even when he wasn’t there.

Teddy’s waiting up front.

Hair slightly mussed from the wind.

Tie askew—of course.

But the second he sees you, really sees you, his breath catches. His shoulders drop like he’s been holding something in for too long.

The officiant starts talking, but it blurs.

You’re just looking at him.

He leans in, whispering only for you to hear. “I knew it was always gonna be you. Even when I was being an idiot.”

You try not to cry.

Fail.

He grins.

“You look like a dream,” he murmurs. “But I think I had this one before.”

And you laugh—because he did. That cabin trip with the too-small bed and your cold feet tucked under his. The way he looked at you like you were something he’d never deserve, but he was still gonna try.

Now, here you are.

No running. No looking back.

Just you, Teddy, and the promise that maybe love isn’t about getting it right the first time.

It’s about choosing each other—over and over—even after everything.