Chapter 8

Jean stood in front of her long oval mirror running her hands down the front of her white satin dress and then moved then moved them up to adjust her veil. She made sure it was secured into the tight bun she had knotted at the back of her head then took one last look at herself and stepped into her white pumps. She walked across her room feeling the soft satin material flow around her body. She loved her dress. The cut was slim, tube top style, straight down to the floor, with a sash-like belt in the middle to bring out her hips. She breathed deep and reached for her bouquet where it lay on the chair next to her. It was made from white and red roses. She settled the bouquet between her hands then walked from her room. At the top of the stairs she could see someone dressed in a black tux, he was adjusting his tie, waiting for her. She walked up to him and took his arm.

"You ready for this?"

"I'm just escortin' ya to the back door, Jean. Scott takes over from there. He's gonna die when he sees you in that dress." Logan smiled at her. He could feel her hand shaking where it lay on his arm. "You got nothin' to be nervous about, Jean. He loves you. That's all that matters, and that you love him."

"Thank you, I needed that. Well," Jean took another deep breath, "escort, sir." Logan led her down the stairs and to the back door, where Scott stood, also dressed in a black tux. His mouth didn't open, and she couldn't tell if his eyes were wide, but she could clearly hear his thoughts… Like an angel… So beautiful… I can't believe this is happening… She looks so beautiful in that dress, I knew we picked out the right one… Just breathe, Scott, you'll be fine…

Jean laughed at his futile attempt to calm himself down and walked up to him and kissed his cheek. "You ready?" she asked, trying to calm herself as well.

"I don't think my hands have ever shaken this hard."

"Me either."

Scott looked at her again then reached for the handle on the door and opened it. They stepped out into the blazing sunlight, people rose from their seats as they approached the white piece of satin that had been laid for them to represent an aisle. They walked arm in arm up to the little white trellis arch then Jean handed off her bouquet to her sister, and turned to face Scott taking his hands in hers. They stared into each other's eyes; this was it the big moment… Jean thoughts raced and she remembered everything that had happened between from the moment she had first arrived up until the very second she was in. She could tell by the look on Scott's face that the same thing was going through his mind. How could this have happened to them? To go from complete strangers, to suddenly marrying? Jean shook a stray piece of hair from her eyes and continued to look at Scott. She didn't hear herself say "I do" but she knew it was her voice. She saw Scott's mouth move, but again, she didn't hear anything. Time whipped by, and soon the vows were over, the rings had been put on, and she found herself swept up into his arms kissing him. This was their day. They were going to make it last.

A/N: short I know, but I wanted to finish this. I tried to do the same thing I did in the last chapter, short, sweet, and to the point. I hope you enjoyed! I have another new story bouncing around in my head that I need to get down on paper before I lose it, and I'm planning a sequel for this one, but its not definite yet. HAPPY SPRING BREAK EVERYONE! REVIEW PLEASE!