Tweet of the Day: Looking through time: 2015 and 2016
Lawson Family Lodge, Bald Mountains, 18km Southwest of Discovery, Horizon, Iera System, Shadow Sea, August 10, 2197
‘”Ready?” asked Ricky.
I tugged at the hem of the tux, “Sure.”
“If I didn’t know any better I would say you are extremely calm and collected today,” he said.
“But you know better, don’t you?”
“Of course, you are a nervous wreck, Teo. Relax, everything will be fine.”
“This is the part were my best man makes a list of all the wonderful things about today that are sure to lead to inevitable disaster.”
“I will do no such thing,” he said with a smirk.
“Gracias a Dios!”
“Besides marriage is the kind of thing that if you do it right you only have to do it once.”
“Primo, that is comforting, oh so very comforting,” I said.
He lifted a finger, “That’s what family and best men are for.”
Ricky picked up the conversation in the car, “So what’s really bothering you?”
“I just want this to go right, but….”
“But I haven’t really done anything. Oriana just did everything, perfectly I may add, except for security. Jacob took care of that,” I said.
“And here you are, sitting on your hands and watching the world go by,” he said.
“You gotta stop being such a control freak.”
Lake Katarn came into view, “I know how to delegate,” I said.
“Not the same. In order to delegate you have be in charge, but this time around, you’re not.” He turned to me, “Do you love her?”
“And that is exactly what you’re going to say when priest asks you if take her as your wife, go it?”
“I’m supposed to say, ‘I do'”, I said.
Ricky clasped my shoulder, “There you go. And by the way, primo, I got your back.”
The car landed on the church parking lot. Inside witnesses crowded in the pews. Gran waved at me from the front pew. Grandad nodded as I took my place.
Mom and that should have been here. It is their day too. Dad would have welled up, for sure. He never got the Thompson’s stiff upper lip. And mom, would have patted his hand, because that was what moms do. God, I miss you.
“Primo are you alright?” whispered Ricky.
I shook my head, “I’m fine.”
“There she comes,” said Oriana.
I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t see her come in. The wedding march kick in. The guests stood in attention. Down the aisle came the bride in a brilliant white dress her face covered by a veil, escorted by Admiral Shepard in impeccable dress blues. Naera carried Miranda’s train. She wore a matching white outfit with yellow ribbon around her waist. Prayers were made, people stood up, people sat down, hymns were sung and vows were exchanged, rings were placed in the appropriate fingers and nobody showed up to oppose the wedding at the last second.
Then the priest said, “You may kiss the bride.”
I lifted the veil and the sight of her face took my breath away. I stood there, transfixed for the longest second by her deep blue eyes. A moment of unimaginable joy suspended in time and space.
She whispered, “Breath Theo.”
I took a deep breath and I kissed her. A short sweet kiss that welcomed a new life together.