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muserevival2016-09-23 05:43 pm
americanskin) wrote in muserevival2016-09-23 05:43 pm
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127.2. Quote
"There's a big difference between falling in love with someone and falling in love with someone and getting married. Usually, after you get married, you fall in love with the person even more." - Dave Grohl
Angela was getting married. Actually getting married. As a precursor to - hopefully, like hell - having a baby. Her mind was all over the place that beautiful early evening in London, and she found herself reminiscing that, not all that long ago, in America, she couldn't have legally gotten married to a woman. The world had come a long way in a short space of time, but there was still so far left to go. Just like my life... she was musing in her head as she looked out the window of the luxury wedding car destined for the London Eye.
Beside her, her baby brother grabbed her hand with an excited grin, and it tugged her out of her reverie. Of course he wasn't really a baby at 16, but he always would be to her. Big sister prerogative. He was giving her away, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. In fact, they Skyped home to their parents in New York, and their dad had happily handed over that baton to Ainsley, making a big deal out of it and making him promise he would get it all right. They had been laughing their asses off by the end of the chat.
She had to be honest with herself in that she never really believed she would marry Emily. They had a strong past, but they also had a recent future that had been rocky and painful. Angela had to pull the plug when things weren't working for her own sanity. After having to shoot a kidnapper dead in the line of duty, seeing Lewis in that awful way in that basement, and then going on to be a surrogate mother, she had needed and wanted a partner who would be there for her, without having to ask for it. To just know that when things hurt, she wasn't alone. For awhile there, Emily hadn't given her that and as painful as it had been, Angela thought that ship sailed.
Now, sitting there in the fucking stunning figure-hugging Vera Wang wedding gown, this was the first moment she believed it would happen. Right up to now, she hadn't. There had been rings and promises, but no real confidence in those as a study foundation. But it was so easy to doubt the future when you had been hurt in the past. In a short space of time, she and Emily had been forced to face a hell of a lot. First, Angela being unable to walk away from the surrogacy and not look back. She wanted a baby of her own, and she couldn't shake that urge. She hadn't feel like that in her life. Instead, she always thought she didn't want kids and would be fulfilled without the whole traditional family urges thing.
The Lincoln was stabbed, nearly murdered. Emily's twin nearly died multiple times in the wake of it and it took months for him to begin to come-to and have a chance of healing. Somehow, that had changed the while dynamic of their weird, whacky and wonderful family unit. It was a family unit where blood didn't matter, and she would never have it any other way. It had been crippling on everyone, when they had to face the very real possibility that they could lose Lincoln and nothing would ever be the same again. It had broken them, but in some beautiful way, it also helped to put them back together again once Lincoln was on the mend.
A fucking double wedding. This sort of thing was probably only popular in soap operas. They had been here for Clint and Lincoln to get married, but even if things with Lincoln and Emily had been fractured for some time, that rift began to heal. Slowly, but hopefully.
London was beautiful. Angela was falling in love with the place. She hadn't been here before, even if she had done a lot of travelling in her time. It was so different to New York, and even if it was packed with tourists like herself, the history was unbelievable. It had this amazing atmosphere, and she couldn't believe she was about to get married here.
However, considering all that, she was still trying to nail this elegant bride thing. The dress was tight and the lingerie beneath even tighter. When they got to the location, she kind of tumbled out of the car with all the class of a drunk goat. And those damn cobblestones really weren't conducive to high heels that she was pretty sure would make Cinderella herself jealous. They had enough crystals on them to blind someone and even though she knew she wouldn't wear heels this high anymore, she was going all-out for her wedding day because why the fuck not?
Ainsley bounded around to her side of the car and proudly took her arm. According to his promise to their dad, he was taking his job seriously. Angela was glad he had been able to come over with them for this. He got to experience London, and while she had been trying to work things out that were happening around them, Ainsley got the chance to spend time with the others. Though, she was pretty sure her wedding day only just trumped their upcoming trip to the Harry Potter film studios in the coming days.
As soon as she was out of the car, she was nervous as all hell. She thought she was keeping her cool, and felt pretty laid back getting ready and driving over here. Now, standing there at the base of the London Eye and looking up at it looming before her and standing watch over the Thames, the anxiety kicked in and a few rapid second-thoughts tried to make it through. They didn't really have time to do any damage or hoodwink her into getting cold feet. Clint - her rock, her potential baby daddy, and the epitome of the little devil on her shoulder - came up behind her and hugged his strong arms around her waist.
She jumped with a squeak of surprise and he was kissing her cheek affectionately. "Hope that ain't fucking second thoughts I'm seeing on your face, babe. If I have to walk away from today with a ball and chain, you don't get to fucking escape."
Trust Clitty to put her right. "Fuck you for knowing me so well. You tell anyone, I'll punch you in the dick," she promised, but she was grinning at him.
"Someone's already here for you," he told her and carefully tucked his finger under her chin to turn her head in the direction of the wheel.
There was Emily, standing in her gorgeous dress with Lincoln looking every bit the supermodel that he was. Emily was looking her way, and it was in a way Angela was pretty sure she had never seen before. She had no idea what it was, but it was similar to the way Emily looked at her in the past when they first told each other they loved each other. Angela shot her a bright smile back, and even if it was against the rules, she was hurrying over to ther, the best she could in these damn heels, and wrapped her arms around her. It was a crushing hug, and she wasn't sure she wanted to let go.
They were about to get married, and whatever the hell fucking came after that, they got to do it as a team. She hoped no one ever had to feel alone again.
angela ashwood
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Angela was getting married. Actually getting married. As a precursor to - hopefully, like hell - having a baby. Her mind was all over the place that beautiful early evening in London, and she found herself reminiscing that, not all that long ago, in America, she couldn't have legally gotten married to a woman. The world had come a long way in a short space of time, but there was still so far left to go. Just like my life... she was musing in her head as she looked out the window of the luxury wedding car destined for the London Eye.
Beside her, her baby brother grabbed her hand with an excited grin, and it tugged her out of her reverie. Of course he wasn't really a baby at 16, but he always would be to her. Big sister prerogative. He was giving her away, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. In fact, they Skyped home to their parents in New York, and their dad had happily handed over that baton to Ainsley, making a big deal out of it and making him promise he would get it all right. They had been laughing their asses off by the end of the chat.
She had to be honest with herself in that she never really believed she would marry Emily. They had a strong past, but they also had a recent future that had been rocky and painful. Angela had to pull the plug when things weren't working for her own sanity. After having to shoot a kidnapper dead in the line of duty, seeing Lewis in that awful way in that basement, and then going on to be a surrogate mother, she had needed and wanted a partner who would be there for her, without having to ask for it. To just know that when things hurt, she wasn't alone. For awhile there, Emily hadn't given her that and as painful as it had been, Angela thought that ship sailed.
Now, sitting there in the fucking stunning figure-hugging Vera Wang wedding gown, this was the first moment she believed it would happen. Right up to now, she hadn't. There had been rings and promises, but no real confidence in those as a study foundation. But it was so easy to doubt the future when you had been hurt in the past. In a short space of time, she and Emily had been forced to face a hell of a lot. First, Angela being unable to walk away from the surrogacy and not look back. She wanted a baby of her own, and she couldn't shake that urge. She hadn't feel like that in her life. Instead, she always thought she didn't want kids and would be fulfilled without the whole traditional family urges thing.
The Lincoln was stabbed, nearly murdered. Emily's twin nearly died multiple times in the wake of it and it took months for him to begin to come-to and have a chance of healing. Somehow, that had changed the while dynamic of their weird, whacky and wonderful family unit. It was a family unit where blood didn't matter, and she would never have it any other way. It had been crippling on everyone, when they had to face the very real possibility that they could lose Lincoln and nothing would ever be the same again. It had broken them, but in some beautiful way, it also helped to put them back together again once Lincoln was on the mend.
A fucking double wedding. This sort of thing was probably only popular in soap operas. They had been here for Clint and Lincoln to get married, but even if things with Lincoln and Emily had been fractured for some time, that rift began to heal. Slowly, but hopefully.
London was beautiful. Angela was falling in love with the place. She hadn't been here before, even if she had done a lot of travelling in her time. It was so different to New York, and even if it was packed with tourists like herself, the history was unbelievable. It had this amazing atmosphere, and she couldn't believe she was about to get married here.
However, considering all that, she was still trying to nail this elegant bride thing. The dress was tight and the lingerie beneath even tighter. When they got to the location, she kind of tumbled out of the car with all the class of a drunk goat. And those damn cobblestones really weren't conducive to high heels that she was pretty sure would make Cinderella herself jealous. They had enough crystals on them to blind someone and even though she knew she wouldn't wear heels this high anymore, she was going all-out for her wedding day because why the fuck not?
Ainsley bounded around to her side of the car and proudly took her arm. According to his promise to their dad, he was taking his job seriously. Angela was glad he had been able to come over with them for this. He got to experience London, and while she had been trying to work things out that were happening around them, Ainsley got the chance to spend time with the others. Though, she was pretty sure her wedding day only just trumped their upcoming trip to the Harry Potter film studios in the coming days.
As soon as she was out of the car, she was nervous as all hell. She thought she was keeping her cool, and felt pretty laid back getting ready and driving over here. Now, standing there at the base of the London Eye and looking up at it looming before her and standing watch over the Thames, the anxiety kicked in and a few rapid second-thoughts tried to make it through. They didn't really have time to do any damage or hoodwink her into getting cold feet. Clint - her rock, her potential baby daddy, and the epitome of the little devil on her shoulder - came up behind her and hugged his strong arms around her waist.
She jumped with a squeak of surprise and he was kissing her cheek affectionately. "Hope that ain't fucking second thoughts I'm seeing on your face, babe. If I have to walk away from today with a ball and chain, you don't get to fucking escape."
Trust Clitty to put her right. "Fuck you for knowing me so well. You tell anyone, I'll punch you in the dick," she promised, but she was grinning at him.
"Someone's already here for you," he told her and carefully tucked his finger under her chin to turn her head in the direction of the wheel.
There was Emily, standing in her gorgeous dress with Lincoln looking every bit the supermodel that he was. Emily was looking her way, and it was in a way Angela was pretty sure she had never seen before. She had no idea what it was, but it was similar to the way Emily looked at her in the past when they first told each other they loved each other. Angela shot her a bright smile back, and even if it was against the rules, she was hurrying over to ther, the best she could in these damn heels, and wrapped her arms around her. It was a crushing hug, and she wasn't sure she wanted to let go.
They were about to get married, and whatever the hell fucking came after that, they got to do it as a team. She hoped no one ever had to feel alone again.
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