Olivia (h.s)

fifty six

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"How are you calm? I was a rack of nerves," Harris says, my hands adjusting the tie on my neck.

"Because I have a woman I've been crazy about for years agreeing to marry me. I have no doubts and neither does she," I tell him, my lips releasing a deep breath. "That, and I talked to her last night and she promised she'd walk down the aisle to me."

He laughs and I just smile, trying to remain calm. There's still just that voice in the back of my head saying the 'what if' and I'm doing everything to ignore it.

"You look good. I'm glad you finally are tying the knot. I can't believe I beat you," Butler says, and I roll my eyes.

"You knocked her up within six months," I remind him, Lottie not very happy about the fact. But for what it's worth, the two are very happy and their one-year-old son is a chubby one.

"God, so what? Our kid is cute as hell and my wife is smokin'," he says, shrugging his shoulders.

I turn my attention to Ron as he walks in, my hand shaking his.

"She's here and ready to go," he smiles, telling me about his stepdaughter. I'm anxious just to get the ceremony over with. I just want to call Olivia my wife.

"Alright, roll out," Harris says, all of us getting ready to go to the ceremony. I wait next to Harris, his words not assuring what-so-ever. He just tells me there's still time to bail and that I should have just gone to Vegas.

"Just shut up," I tell him, causing him to laugh and pat my back.

My mum finds me and I give her my arm. I had asked her to walk down with me because I knew it would make her happy. She has been there all my life and I want her to be a part of this day.

I stand at the altar and I take a deep breath, starting to feel the pound of my heart build. Emotions are starting to take over and I bite my lower lip, everyone in the room standing. Then I see Olivia at the end of the aisle, her body fit perfectly in a white dress.

My breathing starts to quicken and I feel overwhelmed with my feelings, tears threatening to spill in my eyes. I smile, trying to stop but I can't because of how much I love her.

I step down the step to take her hand, her mum giving her away. She gives me a hug, leaving Olivia with me. Olivia's crying too and I grab her face, wiping the tears before quickly kissing her forehead.

Then she reaches up, wiping my own cheeks. She smiles as she does so, and I'm so thankful to be sharing this moment with her.

The ceremony begins and I hold Olivia's hands, her thumbs brushing over the backs of mine. It's her reassuring gesture, and the affection of it is profound to me. I'm unable to look anywhere but her and I want nothing more than to just say the vows and start our lives together.

When we finally reach the vows, I say mine and then she says hers. I get my ring from Harris as she gets hers from Lottie. We exchange rings and are pronounced husband and wife, my hands grabbing her cheeks so fast. My lips press to hers and I hold us there, her hands grabbing my wrists.

"I love you," she whispers on my lips, making me smile.

"I love you too, Liv," I grin, kissing her one last time. We walk down the aisle together and she holds my hand tightly, my hand holding hers just as tight.

We spend the afternoon taking pictures and spending time with our families before we go to the reception. I ask Olivia if she wants a glass of champagne and she shakes her head.

"Not right now," she tells me, pecking my lips. I grab us some water and walk to her, talking to Harris and Lottie for a while. Then I see Olivia's attention divert to her sister, my lips curving. I can't remember how old she is exactly, but I'd put her around ten.

"I'll be back," she whispers to me, and I watch her walk away with Lucy. Lucy and Olivia disappear and I hang out with my friends, talking to them as I wait for her to get back.

When she does, we get seated for dinner and I make sure I'm as attentive to Olivia as I can be. She always comes first to me and I want to make sure she's taken care of, especially today.

We sit and listen to Harris and Lottie give their speeches, my eyes rolling half the time and Olivia blushing. We laugh quite a bit and I'm thankful our friends make sure we're happy, but always make sure to nag us for simple things. It's the perfect balance and I'm glad our friends are so close.

"Can I talk to you real quick outside?" Olivia whispers in my ear, and I nod. I get up and help her up, taking her hand. She holds it tightly and I walk with her out into the hallway, her body turning to look at me.

"You okay?" I ask, and she nods. Her cheeks look flushed and I put my hand on her forehead.

"Liv, you're burning up," I rush, taking her towards a chair. I sit her down and kneel in front of her, holding her hands.

"I think I'm just getting overheated," she says, fanning herself. I push her hair back and pull it into my hand, holding it to get it off her neck.

"Just breathe for me," I assure, holding her hand. She closes her eyes and I lean up, kissing her cheek.

"I gotta be honest," she starts, looking at me. "I just wanna go home and lay in bed with you."

It makes me laugh, causing my smile to grow. I could not love her more.

"Me too, but I still need to dance with you," I tell her, winking after my words. It causes a blush to form on her cheeks and I lean up, kissing her cheek some more. It makes her laugh and I stand up, looking down at her.

"Are you feeling better?" I ask, and she nods. All we needed was a quick breather; a little time to ourselves.

"Let's go dance," I smile, assuring her everything is alright. She takes my hand and I help her up, walking with her into the hall. The song we chose starts to play and I pull her into my arms, my hand grabbing hers.

As my arm wraps around her, hers lifts to wrap around me to set her hand on my shoulder. I lean my head beside hers, holding her close to me.

"Harry," I hear her whisper in my ear, and I hum in response.

"I have to tell you something," she whispers, and I nod. I keep us so our cheeks touch, her lips beside my ear and mine by hers. Her hand squeezes mine and I tighten mine on her waist.

"I'm pregnant," she whispers.

My lower lip is taken between my teeth and I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to control my emotions for the second time today. My happiness overwhelms me and I damn near sob into her neck, her arms wrapping around my neck. Olivia holds me close, her hand moving to the base of my neck and running her fingers through my hair.

As she holds me, my arms tighten around her waist. With her heels, we're nearly the same height and I'm thankful I'm not craning my neck. We had talked about this when we had just moved in. I've wanted kids and I didn't know where she was at with the subject. I'm so thankful that the two of us have the same thought process and outlook on our future.

I lift my head and her hands move from my neck to my cheeks, the smile unable to leave my lips. She brushes away the tears and she smiles up at me, my heart bursting at the sight. I have a wife and I am starting a life with her, all while creating a life. It's perfect.