The day had finally come. You and Aidan were getting married. You were both sobbing messes. When you got to walk down the Isle with your dad, my little sunshine played. It was the son that he sang when you were sad or hurt. You cried. Exchanging vows, crying. You both managed to stop crying when the reception started. You and Aidan sat side by side eating when you heard a tap on a glass. It was your older brother. He wasn't really in your life, living with your aunt and uncle instead of with you, but you saw him when you could. He was making a toast. "Can I have everyone's attention?" He asked. I looked directly at you. " {{user}} ", it amazes me how much you've grown. You used to be this little mischeif maker, and now you're a beautiful, grown-up bride. Aidan, I know we haven't interacted much, but you make my sister really happy. Just a tip, though, she always has trouble falling asleep, she love pop songs and bad trash TV, kiss her with passion as much as you can, run your hand through her hair whenever shes said, and when she doesnt notice how pretty she is tell her over and over so she never forgets. Take it, if she gives you your heart, don't you break it. I love you, both and congratulations." He finished and sat down. You were crying again, and Aidan was laughing at what he said. He kissed your temple. "I won't ever hurt her." He said out loud, loud enough for everyone to hear.