Snow// Theodore Laurence~little woman

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3 MONTHS LATER

Laurie held onto Clara's hand tightly, he gave her the look of a love sick puppy, as he smiled his lopsided smile. Clara smiled back her heart beating out of her chest.

Clara looked to her right, her heart swelling up at the sight of all of her family and friends gathered around to watch her and Laurie share such a special moment in their life. Her eyes grazed upon an empty chair in the front row, a bouquet of flowers laying upon it.

She looked back to Laurie as her father finished up the ceremony. All was left, was two simple words from the both of them. And a kiss.

"I do" Laurie whispered with a smile. He lightly squeezed Clara's hands in a encouraging manor.

"I do" Clara smiled back watching the way Laurie's eyes lit up with joy.

Laurie suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist. He dipped Clara down looking her lovingly in the eyes before attaching his lips onto her own. Clara smiled against the kiss, wrapping her arms around Laurie's neck. Clara tightened the grip on her bouquet of flowers, as the crowd cheered the two on. Laurie pulled away lifting Clara up carefully.

The two held hands as they walked down the isle together. The view of Clara's childhood home in sight, reminding her of what once was childhood crushes became what is now love. Clara smiled up at Laurie once they reached the end of the isle. Laurie smiled back leaning down to give her a quick peck on the lips.

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The rest of the night was filled with a joyful glow.

Laurie and Clara refused to leave the others side, both dancing the night away hand in hand. Laurie would occasionally lean in to Clara, glancing down to her lips and then back up to her promising eyes before kissing her. Making up to her the kiss Clara should have deserved 5 years ago at her own sisters wedding.

Clara loved twirling around the dance floor and showing off the beautiful white laced gown she wore. She had used Aunt March's inheritance money to purchase it and she couldn't have been happier.

Laurie then picked Clara up from her waist, spinning her around in the air. Clara let out a joyful laugh as she watched everyone around her dance.

She watched as Fred linked arms with Jo the two skipping around in the circles. Jo had a smile adorning her features as she looked at Fred like he was the only man in the world. Clara watched as Demi and Daisy ran circles around all of the adults. Meg shaking her head before John grabbed her chin pulling her in for a peck on the lips. She watched as Amy danced with her husband Thomas, Thomas grabbing Amy's hand and twirling her around. She watched as her father made a joke causing her mother to burst out laughing whilst she gripped onto his shoulder.

She felt hot tears spill out of her eyes, as Laurie placed her down gracefully.

"What's wrong darling?" Laurie worriedly asked, wiping the tears from Clara's cheeks with the back of his finger. He lightly placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb comfortingly rubbing back and forth.

"Oh Theo," Clara cried looking around at all of her guest before back to her husband. "Everyone is so old, I mean look at us! I remember when I had feelings for you and so many strong emotions towards you, but I knew I could never have your love because Jo was always in the way, and now we are married? And now Jo has is courting Fred and I guess this all feels a bit strange in a way?"

"Claire if you're worried about if I love you or not that is simply nothing you should be overwrought about. I have loved you ever since I laid my eyes my eyes on you, Clara. Ever since I brought Meg and Jo to your home, I watched the way you worryingly tended to Megs ankle and how you joked and smiled with your family like nothing else in the world mattered. I watched the way you snook secret glances at me and how you very tastefully shook my hand like a true lady. That same night I ended up laying in bed pondering on the thought that would leave me stumped for many more nights to come 'Why did Clara March leave me feeling like this?' But it wasn't only the question that left me stumped. They're would be many more, as I watched you through the window of my endless, boring lessons. I watched you play around with Jo outside and how you would get so angry at her if she threw a snowball at you to hard, I would take note at how pink your nose and ears got in the cold, And I watched when you and Amy appeared outside my window one day. I took notice in how your hair matched the perfect sheet of snow below you. My snow girl, and I just couldn't help but smile at the thought of calling you mine. That day we had a conversation about dinner and I took notice of your velvet coat wrapped around your shoulders. You were talking to me about your mother and sisters until in walked Jo along with Marme and Meg. And I suppose that Jo was always are biggest issue, always there in between us, but I don't think you understand that it's always been you Clara Laurence. Whenever Jo was babbling on I always hoped she brought up your name so we could talk about you, or whenever Jo would look into my eyes I pictured it was you and not her, or when we went to the theater that one night I imagined that you were the one sitting next to me laughing along with any of the jokes the actors made. Or when the last named 'Laurence' floated around in a conversation I would think about how good your name would sound in front of it. Until one day I started talking about you to Jo, and she stopped me mid sentence before saying the words 'My little sister Clara is way to young, it's not like you guys are all goody with one another' and those words kept me quiet all day. Why was I feeling so strongly about someone way younger than me? Why did I feel this way when there was Jo March sitting right beside me? Jo was my age, and we did get along quite nicely. So that day I pushed away all intimate feelings for your name and put my feelings onto Jo's. Me and Jo were always close and the fact that we hung out everyday only helped me start to get over you. And then I decided I would marry her. I watched The way Meg and my own tutor were so smitten with one another why couldn't I be with Jo? But before I could ask I needed your opinion, I danced with you that day, and everything just came flooding back. We almost kissed. But then I spazzed out and said the sentence that I will regret for my entire life. I watched you walk away embarrassed and I couldn't help but beat myself up for making you feel that way. Jo rejected me, as you know, and I felt kind of overjoyed in a way? Now I could have Clara March, the one i've always loved, it's always been you Clara. But I overheard that you were going to Europe. You left the following week and all my joy was gone. I waited five years for you Clara. Five. Until I got the courage to ask Marme where you where. I got my carriage ready and left for Paris. And that's when I saw you. My Clara. My Snow girl. Mine. You looked truly beautiful that day, I watched as the wind blew your hair behind you gently, and I watched as your eyes lit up as we talked. I got drunk that night all because of the overwhelming thought that you would be marrying a man that I didn't even know. George was him name. And I felt rage and anger, he couldn't treat you better then I could, but that didn't matter to you. I made a fool of you that night and the following day all I wanted was to make it up to you. We almost kissed again, and the thought of that made me overwhelmed with happines. I knew that day that whatever you felt for George didn't matter. I ended up telling you I loved you and you said it back. I made you cry and that made me cry seeing you like that. And then the best day of my life happened. We kissed. And fire met snow. And it was perfect. We got engaged and now we're here after 7 years and three months of feelings and courtships and emotions. Where here and I finally am able to call you mine Clara Laurence. You're mine."

Clara couldn't say anything. How could she after hearing all that. Clara just looked up to the sky and smiled feeling snow fall down on her soft features. "Theo it's snowing."

"Well then that only makes our moment more romantical." He leaned in passionately kissing her as he ran his fingers through her hair. "My snow girl."