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Liam

"Sweetheart, you look so beautiful," I told Bea, who kept twirling around in her dress. "But if you don't hurry up, we are going to be late to Tiff's wedding and we don't want that, do we?"

She immediately stopped twirling and woke at me with wide eyes.

"No, no, no. We can't be late," she said and ran back into her room to grab her shoes.

Bea had been excited for the wedding, ever since she learnt about it. Well, to put it more accurately, when realised that a wedding was like the end of the fairytales she read.

When she first told me that, I thought it was cute, until she said she couldn't wait for her own wedding. She could wait. She'll wait for ages. It won't be happening any time soon, if I could help it.

I shook my head at the thought and quickly snapped out of it when I nearly stumbled back. I hadn't noticed that Bea ran back into the room, but in her haste, crashed into my legs.

"I'm ready!" She looked at me, with a wide grin on her face.

There was really never a dull moment with Bea.

"Perfect. Let's go," I smiled, holding my hand out to her.

She held onto my hand and we left my home, heading to Tiff's wedding.

***

As soon as we entered the hall, I looked around and saw all the decorations and the entire set-up, which looked great, but memories began surfacing and I kept trying to push them back.

Seeing all of this, I couldn't help but think of my own wedding and all the memories and emotions that came with it.

Whilst standing in the middle of hall, at the aisle, my mind kept flashing back to that moment, where I thought I had everything. I thought from that moment, my life would be nothing but happiness. Only for it detour and things came crashing down a year later.

I couldn't help but think about everything from all those years ago, until I felt a tug on my hand and I snapped out of the memories.

"Daddy?" Bea looked up at me, a small pout on her face.

I smiled at her and as soon as I did, she grinned.

She wasn't joking that she liked it when I smiled. I could only assume that I looked sad, but whenever Bea caught me looking that way, she'd frown until there was a smile on my face.

When I looked at her, I remembered my happiness.

I crouched down in front of Bea and her hands moved up to hold me face, squishing my cheeks slightly.

"You looked sad," she said.

"I was for like a second. But then I saw you and now I'm happy again," I told her, holding onto her hands and placing a kiss onto them.

She grinned and let out a little squeal, before wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly.

This was the best feeling in the world.

I chuckled and stood up, carrying Bea with me and placing a kiss on the side of her head.

"Let's go find the bride now," I said and Bea nodded.

***

"Tiff, you look amazing," I told my cousin, who was dressed up in her wedding gown and truly looked beautiful.

She smiled, shyly. "Thank you, Liam."

Then she stepped forward, away from the mirror she was standing in front of. Tiff walked towards me and stopped in front of me, held my hands, giving them a gentle squeeze.