You are My Home (Ally and Stevie)

10. For better or for worse (Ally said)

"Ally, it's time," Danny said as he knocked on the door. Kimber opened the door and let him in.

"Stop grinning," I said. He was still staring at me.

"I am just mesmerized. You look beautiful, Al."

"Thanks, Danny. You are the best man-of-honor."

I put on my heels--I was forced to wear one because Stevie was wearing one. The height differential would be so obvious if I insist on wearing my boots.

"Don't forget your bouquet," Kimber said handing me a bouquet of white and green roses.

"Just relax out there, baby," Mom added. 

"Thank you, guys," I said, forcing a smile. My heart was pounding really fast. I was so nervous that I only wanted to see the love of my life and soon-to-be wife. Stevie is the only person in the universe who could calm me down.

I got out of her dressing room and went straight to Stevie's.

"Heya future sis, you cannot see each other yet," Clay said blocking the way.

"Can you ask Stevie to come near the door instead?" I suggested.

"Okay." Clay went inside. After a few seconds, the door opened slightly.

"Baby, are you okay?" I heard Stevie's voice. "Clay said you look pale."

"I am freaking out," I admitted.

"Are you having cold feet?" Stevie responded calmly.

"No, never."

Stevie extended her hand outside the door. "Hold my hand, Ally."

I took Stevie's hand and just like that my breathing became normal.

"I cannot wait to marry you."

***

We decided to have the wedding at a rooftop—where our love story began. Before sunset, the processional started. Danny was the first stride as my man-of-honor. He was followed by Kimber, my bridesmaid. Mom and Dad came in next.

Phones and cameras turned up as I stepped on the carpet. I was shaking but I managed to smile.

The music stopped to the guests' surprise. I threw the bouquet to our wedding coordinator and she handed me an acoustic guitar—the guests all laughed. I continued the music where it left off, picking The Beatles' 'Here, There and Everywhere' while walking. Playing the guitar was certainly helping me calm down. The band took over as soon as I got to where Mom and Dad were waiting. They walked me down the rest of aisle.

Rose and Rosie's son, Clark, was our ring bearer—I cracked up seeing Rose and Rosie being such stage moms. Hera, our flower girl, charmed the guests. She was waving her hand like a pageant winner.

It was Ali's and Moonshine's time to march. Clay and Granny followed shortly and waited for Stevie halfway.

When Stevie appeared with her daisy bouquet, I could not contain my tears. I was overwhelmed. Even if I knew how her dress would look like or how she would do her hair, I was smitten by her presence—no words could describe how beautiful she was.

When we laid eyes on each other, I saw her laughing and crying at the same time. I laughed too and was able to relax at last. I knew she was trying to keep herself together just like how she had been doing for me—Stevie had been the source of my strength and composure.