"Myracles Happen"

Chapter Ten

October sat on a designer bench waiting for her wedding to begin. Beside her was Myracle in her newly bought bride’s maid outfit. She looked cute and dressy. It was something very nice considering it was a last minute thing. October thought about it once more. Did she want to go around saying she had a last minute wedding?

“You’re getting married, you’re getting married, you’re getting married!” Myracle chanted over an over her voice excited.

“I know, I know!” October said trying to shut her up. October sighed and refocused her ears on the back ground.

“You don’t seem as happy as I am…” Myracle said.

“I have a confession.” October said to her sister. Myracle shook her head and loosened her posture.

“What?” Myracle said demanding her confession.

“I want to marry this man so bad, but I don’t want to marry him like this. It seemed right at first but I just don’t think I can do it now.” October said.

“Well… I think that now you need to walk down that aisle now and tell that to Kristian.” Myracle told her sister her hand on her knee in support.

October sighed yet again and thought about it more. This would change everything. Yesterday he had whispered to her not to get cold feet. Was this a form of cold feet? No, it couldn’t be. She wasn’t afraid to marry him she just didn’t want to marry him like this. There was a major difference between the two… right?

Maybe it was the girl in her who wanted this fancy wedding but the simple and realistic woman in her told her eloping would be the fastest and easiest way to marry him. The woman in her wanted to be a married couple while the girl in her told her that she needed her father to walk her down the aisle. It spoke to her needs that she had to have a white, beautiful and hand picked dress of her own to keep for ever. That she needed the flower girls to throw peddles all over the floor and to make it a ceremony of beauty.

In her head October lined who would be best man and who would be maid of honor. She pictured how her real wedding would be but most of all she saw Kristian’s face in that tuxedo. She was him standing their at the alter waiting for her to come to him with her long dress cascading down the aisle with her. She needed that image to become a reality.

Just then the music began to play and October stood up. She looked at Myracle with begging eyes and Myracle crossed her arms. She had to do this. Myracle was tuff about things that needed to be done and she guessed Myracle saw this one as one of those things. But she just couldn’t go through with it! Call it cold feet or call it warm feet her heart just begged for her to call it quits through it all.

“Face the music” Myracle said. The Wedding chapel sang louder as the music mimicked the pace she was to be walking. Oh no….

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Troy looked at Kristian and shrugged. Minutes had passed and the music had stopped playing. Troy and Kristian both worried for the women but neither moved. They simply waited for a bit until a small, fragile woman came out from the room. The woman walked over to the man on the piano that played the music and he nodded. He looked at Troy and smiled.

“Well, that should be a sign that nothing is wrong.” Kristian said.

“I would say so.” Troy told him. Troy lifted his hands and stretched a bit still paying attention to the door.

Just then the door opened and a bride dressed in white emerged from the doorway. The bride’s face was covered in the white netting that came with the dress. Following the Bride was a beautiful bride’s maid who oddly bowed her head and avoided eye contact. The bride stopped short of the judge and turned to Kristian. Finally the bride’s maid lifted her head and smiled at Troy.

Troy looked at her and shook his head. Her green eyes glistened in the lighting. Just as Kristian was about to unveil the bride Troy grabbed his arm and stopped him. “Let me…” Troy said to Kristian. Kristian looked at him like he was nuts but Troy ignored it. Troy smiled at the bride and even through the white netting he saw her smile. He lifted it up and looking back at him was Myracle’s beautiful face. Her blue eyes sparkled and Troy couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss her lips.

He didn’t care what it was that got her into this dress all he knew was that she looked beautiful. It was a sight he had been imaging all his life. Night after night he would close his eyes and dream of the day he saw this image that stood in front of him. Oh how God was good to him.

“I don’t get it.” Kristian said looking confused.

October stepped up to him and looked down then back up at him her eyes filled with tears. “Please forgive me. I wanted to marry you so bad and I thought I could do this but I can’t. I need a big wedding with a flower girl and my father walking me down the aisle. I want to marry you. I NEED to marry you… just not this way.” She said modestly.

Kristian sighed and looked around. “It’s alright. So long as I hear those words come out of your mouth. I’m satisfied hearing that you need to marry me. I’m willing to wait the world.” He said holding her hand in one hand and stroking her cheek with the other.

“As for me…” Myracle said interrupting. Troy smiled at her and waited for her plan to unfold. “We won this wedding and I think we should use it. So I’ll ask you know and consider your answer as an 'I do' or an 'I don’t'. Troy, will you marry me?”

Troy smiled at her and fought the urge to hug her and hold her close to him. “I do, I will marry you.” Troy said.

“And do you, the bride, take this man to be your husband?” the judge butted in.

“I do.” She said looking right at Troy.

“Then this is Vegas and you guys are now husband and wife. You may kiss the bride… again!” he said with a smile.

Troy kissed Myracle and considered the new fact that he had just kissed his wife. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought this would happen. If he could he would go back to those days in the army and tell himself to be patient. He would go back to his fifteen year old self and tell him that he would get the girl in the long run. He was so excited and finally, for the first time, he felt complete. He felt like he had done what he honestly wanted to. He married Myracle Bennet.


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Myracle could not believe what she had done. She had married Troy the day before and enjoyed a Las Vegas honeymoon night followed by waking up in bed and looking at him. Knowing he was hers forever. They were married and she was his wife. Myracle relaxed under the covers her body pressed into his. He held her close but his eyes were still closed. She stroked his cheek and looked at him. He was so peaceful but above it all he was gorgeous.

Troy moved around a bit and one eye opened. Myracle smiled at his one eye and closed hers. She waited for a reaction and kept her eyes closed. “Stop pretending.” Came Troy’s voice. Myracle popped her eyes open and found his eyes staring at her.

“I didn’t want you to wake up. I love watching you sleep.” She said to him.

“Must be a chick thing because I don’t see what’s so great about watching a guy sleep. I thought you gals found it weird when a guy watched you while you slept.” He said moving around a bit more. Myracle found a good piece of chest to rest her head on and a nice sounding heart to listen to the calming beats.

“I can’t say if it’s a chick thing or not but I can say that I love you. You are my hero.” Myracle said to him.

“Being a hero is an important task.” He responded.

“So is being a husband.” She told him.

“I think I can manage to do both. Are you willing to be my hero and my wife?” Troy asked.

“I proposed right?” she said with a giggle.

“About that, warn me next time you’ll be coming down the aisle as the bride next time.” He said to her with a teasing tone.

“I’ll try but you know it’s not such an easy thing for a gal like me to do.” She taunted.

“And what is a girl like you?”

“Myracle is a girl like me.” She said simply.

“So you’re not the blonde? Or the ditz? You’re not an airhead?” he said referring to the beginning of their reunion.

“No… I’m not. I can proudly say that I’m not.” She said unbelieving the words that came out of her mouth.

“Well I guess miracles do happen.” He said to her following it with a kiss on the forehead.

“Yes, yes indeed. Myracles Happen.” She said softly snuggling further into him and absorbing his warm love and affection.