Wedding Day

Damon

The other Fates learned of what happened to their sister, thankfully, they weren't upset at us for ending their sibling. Turns out that they always hated violence and killing while Atropos relished it. The hall is decorated with all of Misha’s favorite flowers. I tried to arrange as much as I could because I am the reason it needed to happen on Christmas. I want the destiny that my mother saw and for that to happen, Misha and I need to be married today. I stand at the altar more nervous than I have ever been. Today Misha becomes mine and me hers. Our eternity starts now!

As I stand facing the altar in the grand hall awaiting my bride, I relive every moment that I have spent with Misha. My parents and Justin are beside me as the music starts and the doors open.

"Family Portrait" by Pink starts to play. I look at my mother who is wearing a black lace sequined dress that Misha picked out for her. She is already starting to cry, but my father looks like he wants to take her here and now. I see myself and Misha in them when we will attend our children’s weddings. “Old man you better save it!” I really don't want to stumble in on my parents fucking during my wedding reception.

“It just takes me back and I would do it all over again in a heartbeat,” he replied as he looked at my mother. My groomsmen are dressed in black tuxes and I am in a white one with black lapels. My groomsmen seem oblivious to how my parents are salivating over each other. However, aside from lust, I see how my mother looks at my father. Even all of these centuries later, she loves and desires him as much as he does her. I know I will have that with my angel too.

Ana appears first. She is wearing a long-fitted black and silver sequined mermaid-style dress. She still has her edginess, but it is now extremely refined. “Don't get any ideas,” she mouthed as she walked by.

Justin just looked at my father and me and said, “Wow! Too late.”

“Man, if you hurt her I will let Misha kill you!” I threatened through gritted teeth.

Justin sighs, “No, I mean it. She always hid herself but now, just wow.” I adjust my cuff links because I'm not sure if he's really seeing her for the first time or his cock is just lonely.

Then the music changes and I lookup and see my bride. Misha is wearing an elegant flowing white prince-style dress adorned with crystals that catch the light mimicking stars. She has her hair up with soft tendrils hanging down like wisps of flowers hanging from a Weeping Willow tree. Her makeup is iridescent and she's glowing. Her eyes sparkle when they meet mine and that naughty smile adorns her lips.

Adore You by Cedric Gervais and Miley Cyrus is playing softly as she slowly makes her way to me. Love isn't a competition or contest. I love her and this song tells me just how much she knows that I love her and she does me. Our eternity starts now! She hands Ana her bouquet and I take both of her hands in mine. She's trembling but stills the moment my warmth reaches her. “Wow!”

“Wow yourself,” she replies bashfully but with a naughty glint in her eyes. My father addresses the crowd, I had forgotten that it wasn't just my family. Everyone saw my soon to be wife and I check each other out. Misha must've forgotten too because she's now blushing even more than before. I can't resist kissing her flushed cheeks.

“Everyone, thank you for attending. This wedding isn't just special because it's my son who is giving me a wonderful daughter but for all of us.” He holds up the Ring of Life. There are gasps in the crowd. The Fates actually smile. It is sincere as I can't read anything else from them. I look at Misha and she sees it too. Acceptance. “What was lost came to my son when he proposed to Misha. She is a fallen goddess of creation, a descendant of the first angels. My son is her mate and descendant of the first fallen angel. They are your new Keepers of Fate. They are the balance!” There are more gasps and some murmurs in the crowd. My father just smirks. “Then see for yourselves. Misha, recite your vows, please.”

She takes in a breath, “When I first met you, I felt comfortable with you. You knew what I wanted. Turns out you read my mind yet you swore you couldn't fully. All of that changed as we grew closer. Now we not just know what each other is thinking but we feel each other. You are my other half. You are what I never knew I was missing until I found it. Now I won't ever let you go.” She takes my ring from my mother. “Let this ring be a symbol of not just our union but our eternity forever bound in a continuous loop. Damon Reed with this ring I thee wed and commit myself to an eternity by your side through whatever may come.” She places the ring on my finger and kisses it. I feel her light, her warmth, and her love.

My father smiles, “Now you, son.”

“Misha Knight when I found your and Ana's Christmas display I knew I had to meet you. Then I gazed upon you. That moment I knew I was yours. I wanted you to be mine. I knew Justin here would fuck it up.” Justin yelled in protest but I ignored him but decided to direct a comment at him, “Well, you did. I didn't even have to glamor that waitress.”

Misha gasps, “You wouldn't do that!”

“For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do.” That blush spreads on her cheeks again. I kiss them.

“I felt comfortable around Ana so I revealed myself and then I did to you. I was afraid you'd reject me once I did even though I knew you were my mate, but you didn't. However, you embraced me. That was when I wanted to ask you to be my wife, but I waited.” I hold up the ring. “This came when I used magic to conjure a ring for you. You are my angel, my goddess, my life, and now my wife.” I placed it on her finger. It began to glow and soon the whole hall was filled with flowers and bustling with life. “Misha, will you forever be by my side and spend eternity as one with me?”

Misha smiles brightly, “Yes, I will.”

“You both may now kiss,” my father says as he proclaims us eternally bound.

“About time!” Misha exclaims. I chuckle as I pull her to me and run my hands through her hair letting it fall over her shoulders. Then I run my hands down her back and pull her flush against me. I can feel her vibrate before our lips meet in an endless kiss. She is amazing. We stay lip-locked until all of the cheering floods our minds. We pull away panting. “Wow!”

“There's far more later.”

“There better be,” she teases before we laugh. I'm so proud that she's mine.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

Misha winks, “Merry Christmas, and we will have an extremely good night.”

The End

—-Author’s Note—-

Even if love is fated, we still must strive to accept each other and ourselves. May your holidays be filled with love, not just for others but for yourself too.

Merry Christmas,

Lynn Byrne