Scott's P.O.V
I look at myself nervously as my hands brush tentatively down the front of my completely white tuxedo. I try to ignore the three monkeys that are bouncing around the room behind me as I continue to fix myself. I force myself to stop fixing my already straightened out tux so that I can turn around.
"Guys I'm freaking out," I turn around and frown when I see my three groomsmen paying absolutely no attention to me at all. Daniel is doing a hand stand next to the couch while Carter and Falon sit beside him, timing to see how long he can make it without falling.
I groan, wishing that I had groomsmen who didn't act like they were still in middle school. Victor was actually supposed to be my third groomsman, but he has some big meeting with some guy in Portland. So I ended up asking Carter to be my groomsmen since we'd become pretty good friends over the years. Once I figured out that he was, in fact, not in love with me and that he didn't want Abby then we started getting along a lot better. I probably could have avoided a ton of the drama that we went through had I just listened to Abby in the first place.
"Can you guys at least try being helpful?" I march over to them feeling extremely frustrated. I push Daniel's legs slightly and that's all it takes for him to start flailing as he falls backwards and on to his back. Falon and Carter look up at me from the ground with narrowed eyes. "You're supposed to be making me feel less nervous."
"You didn't have to do that," Daniel groans as he rolls over and looks up at me, his hair now in dismay from his fall. "And I didn't sign up to be a member of the pity wagon for you. I'm here because Mom and Dad would have been pissed had I declined your request to be a groomsman. I still can't believe that you picked Falon to be your best man."
"Well believe it," Falon sticks his tongue out at Daniel before showing off the signature Rogers' smirk. "I'm better than you. You can't even pay attention to anything right now. You'd have been a terrible best man."
"I know that," Daniel admits tilting his head to the side. "That doesn't mean that I don't still want to be the best man."
"Well you can't be," Falon teases before standing up and looking over at me. "And what's wrong with you? You were just fine yesterday."
"I wasn't getting married yesterday," I growl and glance over at myself in the mirror again to make sure that nothing has fallen out of place in the short amount of time that I've taken to talk to them. "But I'm literally an hour away from getting married and I feel like I'm going to throw up all over the place."
"That would certainly be a turn off," Falon winces as he runs a hand over his freshly shaved jaw. "Throwing up probably wouldn't be a very good idea. I still don't understand why you're freaking out though, Abby wouldn't have said yes to you if she didn't want to marry you."
"What if she did though?" My eyes widen slightly as my mind slowly begins creating different possibilities inside of my head. "Women run away at the altar all of the time. What if I did something in the last nine months that made her regret her agreement to marry me and she's going to say no?"
"You're really annoying to talk to," Falon gives me a bored look. "Abby is obviously just as much in love with you as you are with her. It' actually disgusting, like I want to gauge my eyes out every time that I have to sit around you two."
"We aren't disgusting," I scoff at him but a small smile slips on to my face nonetheless.
"You are disgusting," Carter says from where he's sitting on the ground. "But that's okay because that's how Scotty and I are too."
"When are you gonna propose to her?" I ask him curiously. After talking to Carter a little bit more I'd found out that he'd actually been with Scotty for even longer than I had been with Abby. They're high school sweetheart and have been together for quite some time now.
"I don't know," Carter looks down at the floor with a faint blush on his cheeks. "I bought the ring months ago, but I never have the nerve to actually do it."
"You should just go for it," I say shrugging. "I mean it pretty much just ensures several months of stress, but if she says yes then it'll all be worth it on the honey moon."
"Does she know where you're taking her after this?" Daniel asks as he rubs at his eyes like a child.
"I haven't told her yet," I shake my head as I think about what I have planned for us to do later on. "It's supposed to be a surprise."
"Hopefully you don't screw it up-"
Suddenly there's a knock on the door and the three of us look over in the direction. Our wedding planner, Sarah, pokes her head into the room and quickly gestures for us to come out. My heart beat begins to pound when I realize what that means. She slips out of the room and my breathing begins to intensify when I realize that I have to leave the room now to go get married.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look over at Falon who has a very carefree smile on his face. How can he be so calm when I'm on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. I shake my head out a little bit and try to breathe. I think about what Abby's probably doing right now, she's probably waiting in her room perfectly fine. She's always been a lot more calm and ready for situations than I ever am.
Surely she isn't freaking out as much as I am.
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Abby's P.O.V
"HURRY THE HELL UP!" I yell anxiously at Anna as she moves quickly to fix my hair. I feel like an absolute mess as I stare at myself in the mirror. This entire week I've felt nothing but stressed and with only ten minutes until I'm supposed to walk I feel like an absolute wreck.
"Abby calm down," Anna laughs sounding amused. "This is all going to be fine, just stop freaking out."
"Don't tell me to stop freaking out until you've actually gotten married yourself," I roll my eyes at her. "Maybe then you'd understand what I was going through."
"Well Falon doesn't seem like he wants to tie the knot anytime soon," Anna says sounding more annoyed than she did just a few seconds ago. "So I might not even have to worry about understanding it."
"You don't think he's going to propose to you?"
"Not anytime soon," Anna sighs sadly. "Every time I bring up the subject of marriage he always backs out of the conversation as soon as he can."
"That's not a good sign."
"Yeah but I don't want to make him do something that he's not ready for," Anna shrugs as she runs a comb through my hair one last time. "I'd rather wait to get married to him than to have him rush into something he isn't ready for."
Suddenly there's a knock on the door and I look over to see Sarah waving at us. I let out a long breath as I slowly stand up from my seat, internally freaking out about what's about to happen next. Lacey and Hannah stand up from where they were sitting on the couch, ready to assume their positions as my bridesmaids.
I look down at my hands to see that they're shaking slightly and shake my head at myself for freaking out so much. My mind drifts off to Scott and I can't help but think about what he's doing right now. He wouldn't tell me what color tux that he decided to wear, but the thought of Scott in any kind of tux is always appealing. I smile a little bit as I think about my soon to be husband.
Surely he isn't freaking out as much as I am right now.
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Scott's P.O.V
Walking down the isle wasn't nearly as traumatizing as I initially thought it would be. But standing up here with all of these eyes on me while I wait for Abby is making me want to run away and hide. I haven't seen Abby in two days because we have both been drowning in work and wedding planning. We also decided that we'd stick to not seeing each other before the wedding so Abby stayed over at Anna's house for the last two nights.
That being said I have no idea what her wedding dress looks like. I know exactly how much it costs, because it's quite a few figures. My bank actually had to contact me to make sure that I had made such a large purchase on my own. I assured them that it was fine though because Abby and I share the bank account and with both of us working the money used for the dress barely put a dent in our finances. I'm sure the amount it cost will be worth it as soon as I see her.
And it sure is.
All thought flies out of my mind as soon as I see Abby walking down the isle. My eyebrows damn near shoot off my head as I see the dress. My eyes scan over the beautifully long white wedding dress that drapes over Abby's figure. She smiles at me as I scan over her curves and the flawlessness of her movements.
After she reached me it was almost like time started moving in slow motion. Her maids of honors stood off to the side and she looked up at me with a wide smile. I feel someone pat me on the back and I glance over my shoulder to see Falon giving me an encouraging smile. I don't pay attention as the priest begins talking, all that I can pay attention to is my fiance as she grins up at me.
Suddenly her hand reaches up and rubs at me cheek. I frown before realizing what she was doing. Had I seriously started crying already? We were barely even halfway through the ceremony and here I am on the verge of tears.
When did I get so soft?
"Scott?"
I look up at the priest who's staring at me with his eyebrows raised slightly like he's expecting something from me. I frown at him, wondering why he suddenly said my name like that. I look back down at Abby who's snickering at me, obviously amused that I hadn't been listening to whatever the priest had been going on about.
"I'm sorry," I say looking at him and I hear a few chuckles come from the crowd of family and friends behind me. "What did you say?"
"It's time," he says and I give him a confused look. "For the vows."
"Oh shit okay," I hear a few more chuckles which makes me even more embarrassed as I look around. I look around at everyone and lock eyes with my mother who gives me a very motherly thumbs up. I slowly take both of Abby's hands in mine and look her deep in the eyes. "I spent three days alone in my room memorizing what I had written for my vows so if I screw this up I might just start crying-" that earned a few giggles and a very loud obnoxious laugh from my Uncle Clarence. He laughs for all of thirty seconds before allowing me to continue. "-So here goes nothing. Abby, we had an extremely rough beginning. I bullied you, your sister punched me in the nose, and then we were forced to live together. It's not exactly the ideal start to a relationship is it?
"But I think it might have been a perfect start to ours," I look down at our hands before glancing back up into her eyes. "I don't know who I'd be right now if it weren't for you. I'd probably be the same guy who was leaning on his parents for everything and didn't believe that soulmates actually existed. Because I didn't. I had been hurt before and after that there wasn't a doubt in my mind that there was no one out there for me. But then you slipped back into my life Stutter Girl, and I couldn't help but feel like I always needed to be close to you. Like I always needed to be helping you. And it scared me for a while, but once I finally got over myself I finally asked you out and it was the best thing that I could have ever done.
"You're by far the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't regret a single thing that I've ever done while I was with you. Every single argument and breakup that we've had only brought us closer together. And I know that you tell me there's no reason to call you this anymore, but you're always going to be my Stutter Girl and I promise to take care of you for as long as you'll have me."
I look up at the priest and give him a nod, signaling that I'm finished with my little speech. I look back down to see Abby's face absolutely glowing. It's me that has to reach forward this time to wipe tears off of her cheek. She rests her hand over mine for a second before I pull away so that she can say her vows. The Priests waves a hand forward, signaling for her to start speaking.
"Scott," she looks down at the ground before looking back up at me. I give her a lopsided smile as I wait for her to continue. "You were an absolute douche bag when we met. The absolute kind of assholes-" I laugh as my eyes widen at what she just said. I shouldn't be surprised by what she just said though because it's true, I was terrible to her when we first met. "-and to be honest I didn't want anything to do with you at all. You were just so annoying and it felt like you were always there just to annoy me.
"But over time something changed, and I have absolutely no idea when or where it did. I know it sounds cliche but...I just started seeing you in a new light. Once you stopped acting like a complete prick and actually talked to me it was like I saw this different side of you. And we've both just come so far over the years. I wasn't always the easiest person to get along with and I was always very closed off. But I think you were a big part of helping me understand not only you, but myself too. I don't know what I would've done had I not met you, it's actually really depressing to think about me without you.
"I feel like I don't tell you enough but you mean the absolute world to me Scott. There isn't anyone that I care about more than you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
I smile widely once she finishes and puff my chest out a little bit out of pride. The priest begins talking again, but I don't pay any attention. It feels like I'm in school again. Like the priest is a teacher, but I'm paying absolutely no attention to him because I'm spending my time staring at a pretty girl. Except this time it isn't just any pretty girl, this pretty girl is about to be my wife.
"Scott."
I look up at the priest and he's looking at me with a knowing look on his face. As if he knew that I was, yet again, not paying attention to a word that he was saying. The rest of the ceremony slips by pretty quickly. My youngest cousin brings up the rings for us and we slip them on with little difficulty. We have to recite one more thing until we get to the part that everyone actually came here for.
"Do you Scott Rogers," the priest says as he looks over at me. "Take Abigail Smith to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," I say quickly. I don't think I've ever been more sure about anything in my life.
"Now do you Abigail Smith," the priest turns to look at Abby. "Take Scott Rogers to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
I look at her and it feels like it takes forever before she answers. She's staring up at me with a smile, but in my mind I can't stop thinking about all of the things that could go wrong right now. I have a track record of things going wrong just when something good happens.
"I do."
I let out a loud breath that I didn't realize I was holding and Abby giggles at me. I look over at the priest who's smiling at the two of us fondly before he look down at the little black book in his hand. He shuts the book and holds it against his chest.
"Then by the power invested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife," he says looking back and forth between Abby and I. "You may now kiss the bride."
Not a problem.
I lean forward and pull Abby by the hips attaching her lips to mine for a short but sweet kiss. I can hear cheering in the background but when I pull away I pay no attention to anything other than my new wife.
How did I get so lucky?
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"Scott we're supposed to be at the reception," Abby whines while we drive away in the back of the limo. I look at her happily as I slip my arm around her shoulder. "Where are we going?"
"Receptions are boring babe," I shrug as I look down at her. "Besides I have a surprise. Anyone who's at the reception can wait."
"What kind of surprise."
"Would it be a surprise if I told you what it was?"
"Would you tell me if I said yes?"
"No," I shake my head at her. "I most certainly would not."
The drive to our location is full of awkward dancing while we're sitting, cuddling, and glasses of champagne. I don't let her drink too much though, I don't need her to be drunk if we do end up making an appearance at the reception. Abby is completely laying on top of me by the time that we finally reach our destination. The driver knocks on the widow to signal that we made it and I push Abby off of me.
"You need to put this on," I say grabbing a blindfold and handing it to her. She looks up at me with an eyebrow arched as if to say 'I'm not putting that on'. "Put it on or else you won't be able to see you're surprise."
It takes a little bit of pressuring, but eventually she gives in when I give her my signature puppy dog eyes. I don't usually pull the puppy eyes out, but hard times call for hard measure. I push the door open for her and we climb out. I lift her up, knowing that she isn't going to be able to walk where we're going without tripping over something. She lets out a little squeal before wrapping her hands around my neck and snuggling into my closer.
I begin hiking up the familiar landscape, looking around to see which direction I should be walking. I walk with Abby in my arms for about five minutes, her screaming and clutching onto me every time I pretend to drop her. Finally I'm faced with a very familiar door.
"Okay I'm putting you down now," I say before slowly turning her and standing her up straight on the ground.
"Can I take this blindfold off now?"
"Not yet,"I say pulling a key out of my pocket and unlocking the door. I push the door open and look around the room. There are candles spread out everywhere and roses leading to the bed, just the way I wanted it. I grab Abby's hand and slowly lead her into the room before shutting and locking the door. I stand behind Abby with my hands on either side of her shoulders. I lean forward so that I can whisper in her ear. "Now you can take it off."
I watch as she takes the blindfold off and her jaw drops at the sight before her. She's grinning so widely that I wonder whether or not I should stop her before she breaks her jaw.
"Our dorm room," she looks up at me with tears welling up in her eyes. She takes a few steps forward as her eyes slip around the room in awe. "When did you have time to do all of this?"
"Doesn't matter," I mutter as I pull her into me. "I just figured that maybe we could ditch the reception and get a jump start on our honey moon now."
"This is cute," she whispers back and she lays her head on my chest. "But we can't miss the reception. Everyone would hate us."
"Doesn't matter if everyone hates me as long as I still have you."
"Cheesy," she laughs before turning around in my arms and looking around the room. "So this is where it all started, huh?"
"Weird isn't it?" I say looking around the very familiar looking room. I can't help but feel a little bit nostalgic as I survey the little home that I had with her while I was in college. "It's been so long since we've been here."
"We're different people now," she says as I slip my hands around her waist. "I wouldn't change anything that happened to us here though, everything just brought us here."
I sigh happily when I realize just how right she is. There's never been a time in my life when I've felt more happy and content than I have right now. And I don't regret a single thing that's happened along the way. In fact I believe that if you live with regrets then you're probably not as happy with your life as you act like you are. People who are happy, have no regrets because they understand that there's no changing the past. There's only crafting the future.
And I can't wait to keep crafting my future with Abby.
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Oh man has it been a long time since I promised you guys this bonus chapter. It feels like it's been forever since I've stepped into Scott and Abby's story and I've honestly missed it. You guys have no idea how many times I've just wanted to get up and keep writing this story, but I always remind myself that I need to keep working on my other ones too. This chapter is a lot longer than what I usually ever write so I hope you all enjoyed it, love you!! ALSO PLEASE CHECK OUT MY SHORT STORY "Destructive Minds Think Alike" THAT I WROTE FOR THE #MINDOVERMATTERCONTEST!! Thanks.
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