This was it. Today was your wedding day. You were marrying the man of your dreams, Mark Fischbach. You were so nervous, yet so excited for today. You both got up early to make sure the venue was ready to go. Your planner, Stella, had everything perfect and set for today. You were to be married in the afternoon. It was currently 11:00 a.m. You had a few hours to do whatever you like. You sat at the kitchen bar and sighed as you sipped a cup of coffee. Mark noticed this and slid an arm around your waist.

"What's troubling that pretty mind of yours?" He asked as he planted a kiss on your cheek.

You forced a smile. "I'm just worried about today. What if everything goes wrong? Are we even ready to be married? Can I be a good wife? What abo-" Mark hushed you as he put a finger on your lips.

"It will be fine. If you didn't think you were ready to be a wife, why did you say yes? Today will be fine. We will have a wonderful life together. Just think about how much we've been through already!"

You nodded and rested your head against Mark's chest and wrapped your arms around him. He wrapped his around you and held you tightly. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, but you knew you had to head to the venue to get ready.

You reluctantly pulled away from Mark and pecked his lips. You went upstairs to get you stuff together. Your dress was waiting for you there, all you needed to grab was shoes, make up, and something to style your hair with. You texted Signe that you were on your way there. She was your maid of honor and was going to help you get ready.

You threw all your stuff in the car and headed to your venue. When you got there, Signe met you at the door and took you to your dressing room. She helped calm you down as she did your hair and make up. You put your heels on and looked at yourself in the mirror. You thanked Signe as your time quickly ran out. She had to go get ready to walk out, so you were left by yourself. You took one last look in the mirror. You met your father outside of the door of your ceremony. You linked arms as the doors open. The music played as you two glided down the aisle. You met Mark at the end of the aisle. Man, he looked hot in a suit!

"You look beautiful as always, angel," he whispered to you making you blush.

"You look hot as always, handsome," you whispered back and you both smiled.

You said your vows, and you both said I do. Mark took you by surprise when he swept you into his arms and dipped you to kiss you. It was a long and passionate kiss. Everyone clapped. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for. You were now Mrs. Fischbach.