❀Azalea❀

The moments leading up to this very day have been a roller coaster. The craziest freaking roller coaster that has had some many loops and twists and curves.

I have a feeling nothing in my life will ever be normal and if I'm being honest, I'm not too upset about that.

If my life would have ever been normal, I would not have met Grey.

More importantly, he wouldn't have met me. I help him keep his crap together, there's no denying that. But he also helps me keep my crap together.

Right after freshman year, we moved out of the apartment and got a nice welcoming house together. During that summer, I did summer classes to finish the year early.

It took him two weeks after my birthday to propose. It took me to the old lookout we used to go to a lot, he got down on one knee, and he said those words I'll never forget.

'Marry me or I'll pitch a fuckin' fit.'

So now in the spring break of my sophomore year, I sit in the bridal room of our suite in Hawaii.

We're getting married.

"You look stunning, you really do," Abby smiles at me as we both look into the mirror. The wedding, we both agreed, should be small. It should be quick and only the closest friends should come.

No family. Frankly, because neither of us actually has any family. Mom couldn't make it. Even though I offered to pay for her plane tickets. She said she was busy. I didn't try to convince her and I just left it alone.

We also wanted the wedding to be casual. No fanciness. Plus, Grey doesn't really do fancy and I agreed, no fanciness.

We also wouldn't have any groomsmen or bridesmaids. I would pretty much have one bridesmaid and he would have all the guys as groomsmen so to make it fair, we just took out that part.

Oaklee did offer to be a bridesmaid though.

I straighten my pretty but simple white sundress. My blonde hair falls down my back in pretty beach waves and pinned in my hair lays a simple but gorgeous flower crown that matches the flowers in my bouquet.

"It's almost showtime," Abby turns me toward her, touching up the light pink lipstick on my lips.

As a kid, I had always wanted a beach wedding. They just seemed so peaceful. I also imagined Jake being there and maybe even my dad walking me down the aisle. Then later, Mr. Terrip walking me down the aisle.

But I'm not sad that won't be able to happen anymore. I know the two of them will be watching. And I just hope they're both proud of who I have become and who I've chosen to spend the rest of my life with.

My crackhead.

Abby adjusts her light blue dress in the mirror and then turns to me. She pulls me in for a hug.

"I'm so happy for you and Grey. You two have such a deep and amazing love," she holds onto me tightly. I nearly get emotional at how lucky I am to have her as my friend. Or any friend, honestly.

She pulls away, straightens the flower crown on my head, and then places her hands on my shoulders. 

"Okay, I have to go sit with Roman now. You have five minutes before you need to be out here," she tells me and I give her a smile and a nod.

She exits the room and I take a deep breath. Oddly enough, I'm not really nervous. I'm confident in us, I really am.

Plus, if Grey were to leave me on this day, he would be seeing the light of day for the last time. Because he's my b-word.

So what do I do with five minutes left to spare? I grab my phone and blare "Cherry Pie".

I finish my very last cherry pie session as an unmarried woman before grabbing onto my bouquet and closing the door behind me.

Gosh, I hope I don't cry. I'm an ugly crier.

Right as my feet touch the soft white sand of the beach, I hear the music softly playing. All our friends sit in chairs in front of the priest and Grey. They stand as I walk toward the decorated altar.

Abby is already crying when I pass her and I give her a soft smile. The waves crash gently behind the altar and I feel like I'm in heaven.

I finally make it to Grey. He stands there looking all juicy and gorgeous as always. The top few buttons of his white button-up are unbuttoned and he's just breathtaking.

Before I can look at his face, his hands grip my waist, pulling me to him. He wraps his arms around my body and he hugs the daylights out of me. It shocks me. I wasn't expecting him to do that.

With my free hand, I wrap it around him too, rubbing against his back gently.

"You okay, Sugar?" I question him softly. He only nods against me. After a few more seconds he pulls away.

When he pulls away, I'm met with a sight I wasn't sure I'd ever see.

A tear rolls down his cheek. That causes a wave of emotion to roll over me. With tears now starting to blur my eyes, I reach up and wipe the tear on his face.

He returns the favor when a tear of mine falls.

"We're gathered here today for Grey and Azalea to join in holy matrimony," our priest begins but I hardly pay any attention to what he's saying.

'You're beautiful' Grey mouths and I smile.

"Okay, now your vows," the priest says and I suddenly remember that I totally forgot about vows. Like totally. I keep my calm though.

I look at Grey. His eyes are slightly widened. Looks like somebody else forgot too.

'Go first' he mouths. I shake my head.

"Yes," he mumbles.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Goddammit," he says, knowing he's not winning the argument.

"Go," I encourage and he clears his throat.

"Uh, I love you a lot and you're very beautiful," he ends and I laugh, leaning my head against his chest.

"That was pitiful," I tell him.

"I know. Shut up," he grumbles.

"Azalea, your vows," the priest nods to me. I take a deep breath.

"You're my cherry pie. A cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise," I rake my brain, trying to recall the next lyrics of the song.

Because this is all I've got.

"Tastes-no," I realize how inappropriate the next line sounds. Grey leans his head back ever so slightly and lets out a breathtaking laugh.

"You're just my sweet cherry pie. And I'll love you always," I smile.

"That was...definitely one of a kind," the priest chuckles. I'm just glad everyone else can't hear us.

"Now Grey, do you take Azalea Delilah Carson to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Grey takes my wedding band out of his pocket, already gripping my hand before the priest can even finish the sentence.

"I do," he slips the band on my finger. Before the priest can ask me the same question, Grey is holding out his hand for me.

I take the ring out of my bra, because where else would I put it. Our friends chuckle. Grey smirks.

"Do you Azalea, take Grey Alexander Kingston to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I'm already slipping the dark silver wedding band on his finger.

"I do."

"By the power-" Grey reaches forward and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply.

"Okay, well, Mr. and Mrs. Kingston everybody!" The priest announces as we pull away.

Mrs. Kingston.

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It's over people. I know, I'm sad too. This book has been the most positive experience of my life, I'm not even kidding. The feedback has been amazing and I love these characters to death. And all good things have to come to an end.

And I'm sorry that this chapter is so short but I feel like everything I've needed to say, has already been said. There will also be no sequel or bonus chapters so I'm sorry for that too.

Thank you all for reading this book and I hope you have enjoyed it!

I am currently working on some other works so stay tuned (only if you enjoy my writing of course).

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Word count: 1424

-Ashlyn Montgomery