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“Y/N,” your mother whispered amongst the bustle of women behind you, getting their dresses on and fixing the flowers in their hair.
You had zoned out for the millionth time it seemed, rubbing your little butterfly charm on your neck as a soothing mechanism, trying not to look at anything but the gorgeous afternoon out the bridal suite window.
“You okay honey?” she got down to your eye-level, looking at you in the mirror, as she smiled warmly, rubbing your hand in hers to comfort you in this time.
You looked over to her, a vision in your hair and makeup as you waited for your dress to be brought out, “mhmm,” nodding with little tears in the corner of your eyes, “just fine mom,” a huge smile gracing your features as she reassured you.
The emotions came in waves as you put your gown on, the butterflies in your stomach tingling as you surveyed yourself, the choruses of ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ faintly coming into your head as you gazed into the mirror.
You smoothed over the front of your dress, the nauseous feeling rising as you came to terms with what was about to happen in just thirty short minutes.
You wondered how he was feeling. Was he having second thoughts? Did he get up in the middle of the night after his bachelor party and book it to the next town over? Was he ready for all of this? Were you ready for it?
Your ring shined back at you in the mirror, the lace underneath your fingers feeling like sandpaper at the moment. The room cleared out, making sure to leave you to your thoughts for a few more minutes as you watched the people sit down outside, the floral arch wave quietly in the breeze, and the boys in their tuxes proceed out.
You caught a glimpse of him, coming to shake the minister’s hand, his brawny body looking ever so sleek in the suit as he rolled his shoulders out. His candid small talk to Ron, his toothy grin, the way his ravened hair contrasted with the sunlight. He was so perfect from here, and he was going to be yours in less than twenty minutes.
You held your bouquet tightly in your grip, running a hand absentmindedly down your midsection, smiling from ear to ear as you took in the reality of what was going to happen.
Your future was just a few yards away.
“Y/N,” your father’s low voice, caressed you as you turned to meet his misty-eyed stare, “you ready, butterfly?” the tears coming back as you cocked your head to the side.
His breath left him as he surveyed you, bringing you into the biggest hug he could possibly muster at the moment.
“Oh my sweet butterfly,” he whispered, kissing your cheek as he gripped your hand in his, “let’s spread those wings,” a pained chuckle leaving your chest as he looped his arm with yours.
You grabbed your train, inching out of the room and down the hallway.
Your breaths coming in as slow as you could make them while your heart pounded so loud the whole congregation must have heard it from the doors.
The cool mountain air hit both of you as did the music. You watched all of your procession from the edge of the forest. Patrice and Ron, some of your old high school and college friends, and his too.
Then it was your turn.
“Here she comes Z,” Ron elbowed him as he watched him take the deepest breath he’d ever witnessed.
He adjusted his tie, clearing his throat as he patiently waited for you. His mind running through a million scenarios as he stared the aisle down, all of them beginning and ending with you.
And there you came.
A beacon of white and ivory, the veil shrouding your crisp smile that was permanent across your face.
He let out a pained chuckle, the tears running down his face as he placed a hand over his mouth.
This wasn’t at all real to him. You were too perfect to be his forever. And yet here you were, walking towards him, reaching for him, and loving him through everything.
The exchange was simple and contrite, your father hugging you for the last time as his little girl, and placing your hand in Flip’s while he led you to your spot at the arch.
You finally got the courage to look up, the damn breaking as you saw his precious features grace you.
This was the happiest moment you’d ever felt.
After a few minutes of speaking, the minister motioned to you to give each other the vows you’d been saving for this occasion.
Flip, ever the gentleman, letting you go first, either as a good gesture or for the more realistic fact that you had been told through a spy that he had been up all night desperately writing his thoughts at the last second. Either way, it was sweet.
“Okay,” taking a deep breath to make as much eye contact as possible with him.
“My sweet cowboy… I don’t even know where to begin with all of this, let alone put my thoughts about you and what you mean to me on a small sheet of paper… But, I can say, as you are a man of few words yourself, that I have only experienced the truest love when I am with you. I wish I could explain your eyes, and how the sound of your voice gives me butterflies. How that smile of yours makes my heart skip a beat and how every single time I am with you, I am complete. You are perfect to me, Phil, and I will spend the rest of my life making sure you know you’re worthy of a love like ours.”
His grin widened as you spoke to him, the tears streaming down his face as he laughed slightly in embarrassment.
“Well, fuck,” he cleared his throat, shaking as he grabbed a folded paper out from his pocket, “I don’t know how I’m gonna top that,” the crowd laughing at his sarcasm.
He took another breath, holding the shaking paper in his hand and the other gripping yours as tight as he could.
“Butterfly… I’m not great with writing long-drawn-out bullshit… And I don’t claim to be a poet in the slightest, but when it comes to you, I can’t come up with enough reasons not to tell you how much I love you. I am not perfect, by any means. I say stupid things. I laugh when I’m not supposed to. I have a multitude of scars left by experiences that have weighed heavily on me and who I am. I’m a little tightly wound, and a lot of the time, a grumpy asshole. But out of all the bad in my life, you have been the only constant. So, today, and from here on out, my promise, is to love you, and love you with my whole heart.”
He knew he got you. You could barely keep it together. The perma-smile, the mascara running down your cheeks that you tried to clean up. He knew you were extra emotional, and he knew writing this would send you over the edge regardless of the simplicity.
The rings were presented and placed just so on each other’s fingers, and the time to seal the deal was moments away.
“And now,” the minister looked to both of you, Flip tensing his hands on yours, “Phillip, you may kiss your bride.”
The veil couldn’t have been lifted faster, and his hands on your cheeks couldn’t have been quicker if he tried.
He gripped you as if he’d never see you again in his lifetime. The kiss so hard and so soft as you both melted into each other. The whole world seemed to pause and revel in the love that was shared at the moment.
The crowd got up and hollered for the two of you, the kiss only broken for you both to face them in total joy and relief.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Zimmerman,” both of your arms raising in cheer as the crowd went even wilder at the announcement.
Flowers were thrown as the two of you raced down the aisle, pats on the back, and tears of joy meeting you as you funneled your way to the suite to change into more comfortable reception wear.
Flip pulled you into the suite in a death grip, throwing your back against the wall as he slammed the door shut.
“Jesus, Phil,” you gasped, watching him cage you in with one arm as he loosened his tie with the other, pecking across your neck like a starved teenager.
“I’m sorry honey,” he paused looking at you with dark eyes and a devilish smile,” I just wanted to taste my wife without a crowd,” diving back in as you moaned pushing your body to meet his.
“Oh my G-g-say that again,” you whined, gripping his hair to pull him off of your pulse in a suction.
“Say what honey?” he cocked his head, running his hand from the wall to cup the back of your head, and the other to grip your hip in a fervor.
“Y-you know exactly w-what,” your fingers, fumbling with the zipper on his slacks, “Daddy.”
“Oh,” licking the inside of your mouth in a searing series of kisses, the breaths coming in hot and heavy as he hiked up your dress to reveal your bare cunt, “is my little wife being a slut tonight?” shoving two thick fingers into your weeping hole as they squelched from the built-up tension of not being together for more than twenty-four hours.
“I’m only making things easier for my husband,” smirking and clenching around him as he sucked more hickeys on the tops of your tits, “I’m being such a good wife, huh, cowboy,” fishing his hardened cock from its place to line it up with his hand blocking your entrance.
He removed his fingers, bringing them to your lips to watch you suck them clean, “such a good wife,” sheathing his cock deep into your cunt with a single thrust as your muffled moans echoed around his digits.
“God I love this p-pretty little c-cunt of m-mine,” he thrust in, feeling your walls close in on him, the wails sighs, and moans only egging on his dirty talk as he picked up the pace.
“I-I love this b-big dick of m-mine,” grabbing his white shirt in a death grip as he fucked you into the wall, the squelch of your pussy with every thrust as you both devoured each other.
“I-It’s all y-yours,” he cooed into your skin, licking a stripe from your collarbone to your earlobe, “f-forever.”
“G-g-god I love you, Phil,” holding onto him so hard, the combination of sweat and hot breath sending you into your release. The uncontrolled fire spreading through your bloodstream in a pleasured haze as his cock grazed your insides.
“Y-Y/N I-I love you s-so much b-butterfly,” he choked out, feeling your vibrating walls coat his dick in your sweet saccharine, the smell of your perfume emanating off your spent skin.
He couldn’t hold on. The feeling of you was overwhelming as his release came over him in a shroud of complete pleasure. His spend reaching every cavernous and occupied space he could reach within your body.
He thrust a few more times, slowly to make sure you were completely filled, your breaths coming in heaving as you surveyed each other in the aftermath.
“Y-you okay, h-honey?” he gulped, pushing his sweaty locks from his face to see you more clear, running a hand over your hot cheeks while you melting into his touch.
“I didn’t h-hurt you, d-di-,” you put a finger over his swollen lips.
“You didn’t hurt me at all,” you barely whispered, smiling from ear to ear as he rubbed the side of your cheek and brushed your lower stomach.
“Mmmm,” he brought you into a bear hug, kissing your forehead as he slowly untangled the veil from your ratted hair, “I love you,” whispering on your scalp as he felt your arms tighten on his waist.
“I love you too,” looking up from his now less heaving chest, removing his tie with ease and unbuttoning the top and first buttons of his white shirt, kissing his clammy skin.
“We’ve got a party to get to mama,” he pat your ass, a large smile falling over the both of you as you reached for the hairbrush on the vanity in the room.
“That we do, daddy,” the burning sensation in your lower stomach returning at the new pet name.
You covered your hand over it to feel the butterflies, your new husband coming to your side, wrapping a large arm around your waist behind you to place his hand over yours.
He kissed your cheek, your body melting into the back of his as he rubbed circles on your body, “let’s get outta here Mrs. Zimmerman,” he whispered slowly in your ear, “I wanna show my wife off.”
You chuckled, stilling his hand and grabbing it to have him lead you out the door, “let’s go then… Mr. Zimmerman,” stealing a quick kiss before the double doors opened up to the reception hall.