Wedding Day Blues (TWAW+SAW)

[ToWriteAndWander]

Andrew paced the dressing room, wearing a path into its carpeted floors. His feet were bare, his shoes - sparkling in the light - sitting by the door, ready to be put on last. He had his pants on, and his shirt, but the rest of his tuxedo was still hanging in the closet. The window looked out onto the amazing grounds the wedding was being held in. It was his wedding day and at 25 years old, he had never felt so nervous.

Did she really love him? Did he really love her? Were they too young? Had they been dating long enough? Did her parents really like him? Did his parents like her? Was this the right thing to do? A million other thoughts collided through his head. He was probably on the verge of having a panic attack if he kept it up.

He hadn't drank any alcohol the night before. He hadn't eaten much today either. His stomach twisted and turned with anxiety. He probably should have eaten something before hand. Maybe he could get some one to go get him some bread and water, something to help settle his stomach. Drinking alcohol was a certainly bad idea. He cracked his knuckles.

He needed to work out or blow off some steam. Of course, he couldn't get his wife-to-be to blow off that steam for him. He wasn't allowed to see her until she walked down the aisle. Would it be wrong if he tried to rub one out before the wedding?

 

[Sunshine and Whiskey]

She was so close to her destination where her brother's wedding was about to take place. She was happy for him and his bride, who was wildly attractive. Her brother did good in keeping her for so long that they had to get married. She had pulled up in a nearby parking space then watched as everyone was coming in and out. Ariana grabbed her clutch purse then got out of the vehicle and walked up to her parents, who had worried looks on their faces.​

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❝Mom? Dad?❞ Her eyes bounced from one to the other then she eyed her mother. ❝What's wrong?❞ She inquired with a quirked brow as they eyed each other before they looked back at Ariana and her father started to tell her what was happening. ❝It's Andrew. He's barely ready and pacing around in the groom's room.❞ She sighed and honestly hoped that he wasn't having second thoughts about this union between him and his bride. She raised a hand up at her parents then nodded her head. ❝Say no more. I'll talk to him.❞​

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Ariana stepped aside from her parents after she said that she'd see them inside. She wiggled her way through the crowd that was gathering then made her way to the groom's room. She sighed softly then knocked upon the door while she opened it. ❝Andrew?❞ She questioned his name then seen him partially dressed and held her arms up by her sides. ❝What's wrong?❞ Ariana inquired then stepped closer to him so that she could read him to see what exactly was wrong. ❝You're not getting cold feet, are you? Because dad, well mom, would kill you.❞ She reminded him then shook her head.​

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She sat down in one of the chairs near her then leaned up, eyes stared at Andrew. ❝What is it that you need, Andrew?❞ She asked while she got up again and walked towards him. ❝Do you need food? Something to drink?❞ Ariana wouldn't give up until Andrew told her exactly what he needed or wanted. She stood there with her arms folded over her ample breasts with her weight shifted mostly to her left side. ​

 

[ToWriteAndWander]

Andrew paused mid step at the knock of the door and then saw Ariana, his sister, enter the room. He continued his pacing, touching his thumb to each finger on one hand, then repeating. It was an old tick of his and something he hadn't done in years. Meditation, therapy, and medication had combined over the years to take the edge off his anxiety, but today none of that would really work. He quickly shook his head. His stomach clenched, almost like it hurt, but in a stomach ache sort of way.

"No, I wouldn't be able to keep any of it down." He continued pacing back and forth in front of her, even as she sat down in a chair. "I'm just...on edge! A million thoughts a million." He shakes his head, mumbling under his breath a little as he continues to walk back and forth. "What if its a mistake? What if she gets cold feet? Why me?" He continues, thinking out loud. He was clearly stressed, a huge amount of pressure - from family and friends - riding on this wedding.

 

[Sunshine and Whiskey]

Her eyes followed him as he continued to pace. He made her a little bit dizzy but then again, it was best that she kept her mouth shut and continued to try to help him. ❝There must be something that I can do to keep you calm, Andrew.❞ Ariana commented with a sigh then twiddled her thumbs together while she bit her lip. She looked up at him while he shook his head then said a million thoughts were practically running throughout his mind. ❝It's not a mistake, Andrew.❞ She stood up then grabbed his shoulders to stop him from pacing then looked at him directly into his eyes.​

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❝Okay, she's in the other getting ready and stop stressing.❞ She then removed her hands from his shoulders before she stood upright with a smile. ❝And it's not you, I promise. Any woman would kill to be with you.❞ Ariana smiled, which would hopefully get him to smile as she continued to look at him. ❝Look, Andrew, what do you need to march out down that aisle, say your vows, proclaim your love to her, and say those two magical words?❞ Ariana asked as she leaned closer to him with a smirk because she was literally willing to do anything for her brother. ​