What the hell is wrong with this tie? And this ridiculous suit? Jellal was nervous as he fiddled around with his tie making it looser than it was. He hated being dressed up so he tried to avoid it as much as possible. The door to the room that led to where Jellal was getting ready opened and in walked his grandfather Rob. The old man smiled when he saw how dressed up Jellal was and the young man just seemed so confused and frustrated. "Oi Gramps, what's with this suit? It's making me sweaty! And this tie... it doesn't seem right..."

"Jellal you need to calm down and breathe," the old man smiled as he walked over to his grandson.

Jellal nodded slightly and took a deep breath before he turned and sat down in the chair that was in the room with him. He covered his face with his hands trying to take in the whole situation. He was getting married to Erza Scarlet, the woman that he's loved ever since he laid eyes on her. Almost immediately upon making contact with his face he pulled his hands away from his face to simply stare at them before wiping away the sweat from his palms on his trousers. Rob watched, slightly amused at his grandson's actions, and smiled slightly, "you're nervous is all Jellal."

Jellal looked at the old man, "why... why would I be nervous?"

The old man shrugged and picked up the coat that Jellal was to wear, holding it out to him so he could slip his arms into the sleeves, "maybe it's because you're getting married to the young lady you've had your eye on ever since you were little?"

Jellal slipped into the coat and looked at his grandfather, "you knew?"

"Of course I did Jellal. You're my grandson, I know all sorts of things about you. You shouldn't be nervous though, it's not like she's going to actually leave you standing at the altar like she did with Simon. She loves you and you know that," he smiled once more as he looked over Jellal once more, and then fixed his tie, "relax okay? I'll give you some time to get yourself prepared," he patted Jellal's shoulder as he exited the room, leaving Jellal standing there. The only thing that ran through his mind was the words that his grandfather had told him, 'it's not like she's going to actually leave you standing at the altar like she did with Simon.' He wanted to forget about that. He was the reason she ran away from her almost first husband. He was selfish and just couldn't stand the fact that she almost married another man. Truth of the matter was, he lost her once, so how could he be certain she wouldn't leave again?

She had left him when she started dating Simon almost four years ago. He pretended to be happy and he tried his hardest to hide all of his emotions just to keep her happy; he loved it when she was happy because he could see her beautiful smile. At the time, it seemed like he was doing the right thing for the both of them. It hadn't been until she showed up at his door one night with an engagement ring on her finger that he realized what had happened. In that moment, it seemed like his whole world was about to come crashing down around him. It had felt as though she had reached into his chest and ripped out his still beating heart, nonetheless ripping it to shreds. If he had tried to convince her that marrying Simon was a horrible idea she would of laughed and asked why but back then he wouldn't of been able to explain his feelings. He just sucked it up and smiled.

He quickly thought back over the recent few years, trying to remember if he had somehow made her feel guilty about leaving Simon because of his own selfish pleasures for wanting her all to himself. He couldn't seem to think of anything that would have caused that, especially not since she said she loved him as well. And now was the day she was going to promise herself to him and only him. She was going to be all his, just like he had always wanted. He sighed and his eyes wandered over to the small table where a package from his soon to be wife that was delivered earlier by his grandpa. I wonder what's in there... The note on the top simply said 'To Jellal' and it was written in the script of the woman he loved deeply. A wry smile twisted on his lips. He walked over to the small box and opened it, only to see that she had delivered him a boutonnière. He sighed heavily and although he didn't want to wear the flower, he was determined to make her happy from this point on.

It was strange standing before the heavy, ornately carved church doors, knowing that the sanctuary beyond was packed with more people that she cared to imagine. It felt strange because she knew she should be terribly nervous, but... she wasn't. She felt calm and steady, like when one is in the exact place they know they're suppose to be. This was right. She didn't feel like this when she was about to marry Simon. This is where she was meant to be – well, not quite. The place she was suppose to be was on the other side of the doors before her at the end of the enormous aisle. She looked down at her guardian Makarov and he looked up at her. The two of them smiled at one another.

"Ready?" He asked her.

She nodded, "as ready as I'm going to be."

On perfect cue with the music, the doors were opened for her and an enchanted view of white filled her vision. Among the sea of faces of friends and family that turned to look at her, her eyes were fixed on just one face in particular. His posture appeared to be tense and his expression looked strangled and forced. Was... was he all right?

Finally, his stunning green eyes met her large chocolate brown orbs as she began walking deliberately towards him and she watched as his anxiety seemed to fall away in an instant. His strong, broad shoulders finally relaxed as his chest filled with a deep breath. Slowly expelling that breath, a tender smile formed on his lips as she drew nearer. Seeing him there, waiting expectantly for her, her heart filled anew with love – like she was seeing him for the very first time. He looked so regal and proud standing there. For once, his emotions were written all over his handsome face and she knew without a doubt that he was overjoyed. She just wanted to run to him. She wanted to throw herself into his arms but she didn't. She kept herself composed. All she could do was quietly slip her hand into his warm grasp when she eventually reached his side. The two weren't suppose to speak until instructed to say their vows, but unable to resist, he smiled bashfully at her and whispered, "hi."

"Hi," she whispered in return. Her heart fluttered at the simple, familiar greeting. It gave her a warm and pleasant feeling, liking coming home. And she knew that she was.

The two exchanged rings and vows; symbols and promised of their love. They were officially announced husband and wife to the many who were there and were asked to seal their bond with a kiss. It was a chaste, fleeting kiss, suitable for sharing in front of those who were there. It wasn't the kind of kiss that the two typically shared with one another, but then again, that's what seemed to make it okay. Their true kisses were just for them and not for the eyes of others. Their real kisses were their shared secret. It was bittersweet though, not being able to kiss him with all the emotion she was feeling right then. Their secret kisses still belonged only to them but she felt incomplete in the moment. Nevertheless, they turned with smiles to face the applauding and the tossing of sakura blossom petals in celebration of their union. Led by Jellal's steady hand, the two retreated down the aisle.

Just as the two exited the sanctuary, the large double doors started to close behind them as though intentionally giving them a much needed moment alone. The two turned quickly to see just before they closed completely a beaming grandpa Rob and Makarov disappear behind them along with the masses. She turned to Jellal and reached up to lightly touch the rose he had on his jacket, "you wore it," she whispered, feeling quite honored that he did so.

He smiled and his eyes twinkled, "you requested I wear it. How could I say no to you?"

All she could do was smile. It was surprisingly hard for her to speak, all of the emotion getting caught in her throat. He gazed down at her, his eyes full of wonder, "if I had never met you I don't know where I would be today. Crashing your wedding with Simon was a life or death assignment for me but I'm glad I did it."

All of a sudden she felt tears beginning to pool heavily in her eyes. Oh no! I promised myself I wasn't going to cry, but I just...

"What's the matter?" He asked, his brow drawing down slightly with concern.

"I just..." She sniffed, "I just didn't want to cry and ruin my makeup today. Not when they're going to be so taking so many pictures of us together."

"I bet I can make your tears go away."

With that, he cupped the side of her face in his hands; his long fingers reaching to the back of her neck, moving the loose strands of hair in his fingers. His soft, warm lips pressed unyieldingly against her own, kissing her fully... the way that he usually did. Only this time, perhaps there was even more meaning behind it. He kissed her with all the passion and emotion the two didn't display during the ceremony and she felt the final missing piece fall into place. After a moment, he pulled away finally to give his usual grin at her.

"I love you so much," were the only words she could manage to say.

He grinned even brighter, "I do believe the feeling I have is mutual... Mrs. Fernandes."

Author's note: I'm sorry this took me so long to write but I've been so distracted in my Gruvia story. This story is going to have one more part to it (and it will be rated M for the mature content) but I really hope that this was worth the wait I made you all suffer. Please enjoy and leave your reviews. I'll update the second part of this story tomorrow so you all can read it and you don't all hunt me down to kill me. Leave your reviews and I'll be back tomorrow with the final part to this.