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The wedding day

"Kira, I feel sick!" Lydia whined as one of her bridesmaids, Kira, puffed at her dress and tightened the corset.

"You have nothing to worry about! It's just excitement, Lydia." Kira reassured her as she took a step back to admire the bride. Lydia wore a pearly white trumpet style dress that reached her toes. The material hugged her body until the hip where it widens out gradually to the hem. She fashioned a haltered neckline which made the dress strapless, and the back dipped down to the low of her back. Her skin on her back was covered by a layer of lace that patterned into spirals, flowers and Rangoli designs; the rest had delicate patterns embroidered onto the material.

Lydia and Stiles had gone away for a few weeks before getting married, Lydia told Stiles they needed a 'Break from Beacon Hills' but secretly she wanted a tan before their wedding. She wasn't completely golden brown as she hoped, but she was lightly bronzed so that allowed her to wear the haltered neckline that showed her shoulders without her porcelain skin showing.

Her dress was fashioned with a silver bangle on her wrist with a rose gold clasp and matching earrings.

She looked beautiful, although she was afraid she'd let on that she was nervous about it. Lydia bit her lip and looked in the mirror.

"Lydia." Kira said sternly, Lydia met her eye in the morning and the Kitsune raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah?"

"It's going to be alright, what do you think might happen?" Kira enquired, she held onto Lydia's arm and she turned away from the mirror.

"He might realise how insane he is for marrying a banshee," Lydia states, "He might change his mind in general. He's still in love with Malia. He doesn't turn up. God Kira it could be endless!"

Lydia could feel herself tearing up, and she didn't want to, she spent too long on her make-up.

"Lydia! He's so in love with you! He has been for I can't even remember how long, I can't even listen to you if this is all you're going to stress over."

Lydia looked at Kira and rolled her eyes and flopped onto her chair and sighed, "What if I fall over?"

"Then you're going to look a bit stupid." Kira winked at her, Lydia smiled and so did Kira. Lydia appreciated Kira a lot when she needed a laugh.

It took Lydia a long time to decide who would be her Maid of Honour. Kira or Malia. Kira on the one hand had been her best friend since Allison died, but then so had Malia. Malia however had a relationship with Stiles, she knew there was nothing there between them any more but she still felt it awkward of it being Maid of Honour to her ex-boyfriend. Despite this, she decided to not have a Maid of Honour because she believed if Allison were still here she would of been it, without a doubt. Explaining this to them was easy, they understood, but really they thought they did it so she didn't have to choose between either of them. I guess they were only partly correct.

So it was decided that Kira and Malia were going to be her only bridesmaids, her mother was giving her a way and Scott was Stiles' best man (of course).

Kira and Malia both wore beige pink trumpet style dresses, with trails of about a metre. The straps were thin and the neckline low, the dress had lace on the trail, almost matching Lydia's. Their hairs were pinned up in plaits and twists with an odd flower her and there. The flowers were white roses, something in the wedding Stiles actually chose.

"Where did Malia go?" Lydia asks Kira whilst she curls her hair carefully, making sure each curl is perfect and if it's not re-doing it.

"I think she was checking up on Scott and Stiles, making sure they aren't hung over or anything." Kira laughed, even though she knew Scott couldn't get drunk and that Stiles wasn't that stupid to get drunk.

"I wonder how they're getting on." Lydia wondered aloud her mind drifting to the person she was going to be marrying in a few hours time.

"Scott, I think I'm gonna puke!" Stiles yelled from the bathroom, his stomach was churning and his hands were shaking. He tried to tell himself he was excited, but he knew he was nervous in case something went wrong. What if she didn't turn up? What happened if he bumped into her before the wedding and then they jinxed their luck?

"Then better do it now and not at the alter." Scott came in a patted him on the shoulder as he fixed his own bow tie. Spiked his hair in the mirror and glanced at Stiles, whose heart was beating so fast he thought it was quite possible to have a heart attack.

"Stiles, calm down, it'll be alright." Scott reassured, properly this time as he noticed the lack of colour in Stiles' face.

"I know, I know. I feel like I just need to see her y'know?" Stiles sighed, rubbing his face.

"Yeah I know, but think of it this way, in less than an hours time you get to call that lucky lady your wife. It'll be worth it I promise you." Scott told him, Stiles nodded and he felt calmer immediately.

There was a knock at the door and Stiles got a little excited that it might be Lydia, Scott went to answer it to find it was Malia. Malia was dressed in her bridesmaid outfit which made Stiles only more excited to see Lydia in her gown. He also thought of Lydia tonight, with the gown abandoned on the floor, he just got more excited. Not to excited, however, he didn't want an erection for his wedding.

"How is she?" Stiles asked Malia. He was thankful that things weren't awkward between the two since they did have a relationship, he appreciated her friendship.

"Just as nervous as you, although I think your heart may be beating a little bit faster." Malia joked, although Stiles thought she was secretly telling the truth.

"Anyway, I was just checking that you guys weren't hung over, but seeming as you're not, I'll leave it to the both of you." Malia said, she hugged Stiles an Scott and wished Stiles luck too, because apparently he'd need it, especially since Lydia looked like a picture. With that she left and it was just going to be one long hour waiting for the moment to come when Stiles will be marrying Lydia.

Lydia stood staring at the two wooden doors that lead to the chruch hall where she would be marrying Stiles, her stomach flipped with excitement. She was happy with how everything had went, no cuts when shaving, her hair curled right the first time and she didn't stink of hairspray, her perfume was still in the air and her bridesmaids looked like class.

"Okay, they want you in in a minute." Natalie said in Lydia's ear, once again her stomach flipped. Her mother wasn't too fazed by her nerves, she didn't expect her to be hugging her or anything seeming as her mother wasn't affectionate but some words of wisdom was what she needed especially since this was her mother.

"Positions everyone!" Kira called out, almost doing what a Maid of Honour would do. Lydia smiled and breathed in deep. Lydia's mom placed a kiss on her cheek and winked at her then the doors opened and the music begun.

Lydia walked a lot more steadily and confidently than she thought she would have, considering her heels felt unsteady a moment ago they seemed perfectly stable now.

The music that was playing was soft to Lydia's ears and very soothing, she needed this music when she was panicking this morning. The church was beautiful, it had stained glass windows that were detailed and colourful. The ceiling was so high it hurt to crane her neck and look at it, when they were looking to marry here she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. The ceiling was painted delicately in subtle colours of ancient people going about their everyday lives, and Lydia loved it.

Her best view now, however, was her Fiancée. Stiles stood in a designer suit, his hair spiked perfectly, his skin nicely bronzed and his smile so genuine it made Lydia's heart melt.

He winked at her and that did it, she couldn't hold back any emotion anymore she smiled and felt her eyes tear up all the same. Her emotions were already getting the best of her and she wasn't going to mess up her makeup because of it.

She reached Stiles, so her mother kissed her cheek, again and left her with her soon to be husband.

"You look stunning, by the way." Stiles winked at her, her stomach fluttered, tension building there.

"And you look handsome." Lydia winked at him, they held onto one anothers hands and turned to the Vicar to become Husband and Wife.

"So, it took a very long time for me and Lydia to get together." Stiles started his Grooms speech, Lydia was sat next to him, looking up at her Husband in deep admiration.

"But we eventually got togther, and it didn't always work at times, but one thing Lydia has taught me is how to make it work. No matter how tiring it got, neither of us gave up. I have loved Lydia for such a long, long time and I feel like I'm dreaming when I get to call her my wife bevause I still feel like we're in Junior year of High School and she won't admit her feelings." Stiles smirked, some people laughed but Lydia stayed quiet, smiling at him as she focused intently on his words.

"My wife is one strong, caring, badass woman who deserves nothing but a lifetime of happines and I cannot believe I get to spend my life with her. So I would like to toast to my beautiful, enamouring wife. Mrs Lydia Stilinski." Stiles finished, keeping his speech nice and short. People cheered and everyone raised their glass to Lydia. Stiles sat down and Lydia pressed a kiss to his lips and smiled at everyone.

"Thank you, for that." Lydia smiled at him, her hand interwining with his.

"Anything for you, baby." Stiles winked. Lydia kissed him once more and after a while longer they all went to the reception.

Here they cut the cake, it was a four layer cake that was Victoria fruit soonge, one of Lydia's favourite. Stiles and Lydia both held the knife and once they had cheesily smeered it into one anothers faces everyone started to congratulate them and asked them questions.

Lydia said 'hello' to every possible memeber of Stiles' family that night and she said 'hello' to people she had forgotten she'd even invited. Yet Lydia felt she had barely spoken to Stiles. When they finally got a moment between themselves it was when they had to have their first dance together, even so, everyone was watching them.

"I feel like we haven't really spoken to each other today," Lydia said quietly to Stiles as her hands rested on his neck and they swayed in small circles to the music, forgetting everyone around them.

"You have your whole life for that, I'm sure you'll get sick of talking to me at some point." Stiles chuckled, Lydia smiled and nodded, feeling her eyes tear up, once again.

"Hey," Stiles said to her when he saw her tears, by now the song had ended and everyone was cheering, now everyonre started to flood the dance floor, not taking notice of the newly married couple. "What's the matter?"

"I'm just so happy that we did this." She stops pulling him closer, "I love you so so so much, Stiles." She pecked his lips, a warmth spreading across her body.

Stiles looked at his wife and could not find a better sentence to say than, "I love you too, Lydia Stilinski."

Even though it took Stiles and Lydia a while to get together, and even though they did break up once, they both liked to believe it was that that made them into the strong couple they were today. They couldn't find happiness more immense in anyone else and they couldn't wait to spend the rest of their lives like it.