even the strongest bravest soldiers need to cry sometimes Marissa McNally. 26 years. Jenna, Sara, Alyssa, Cooper, and Allison make up my world and my life, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. Eastwick Mental Facility security guard.
"I learned a few things; one, my brother's not too bad at running a wedding service, my wife wasn't kidding when she said we could've eloped to Mexico and she'd be satisfied which proved to be true after it started pouring rain. I also learned sometimes when you screw up and forget the shelter in case it rains it could prove to be a really good thing. All in all, it was perfect. Definitely worth the wait. The best part is now I don't have to correct myself like I used to when I call her my wife. I also learned I really really love calling Jenna my wife."
ooc;IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME I WROTE THIS. THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING. no but seriously I've written and rewritten this thing for a week and I'm just going to leave this like it is. Half of this is proofread, half of it isn't, but at a glance it's good enough. It gets the point across.
Once they’ve reached that part where Tim’s done embarrassing them both and almost makes Marissa regret paying to get him ordained so he could run the service, where she and Jenna were to read their vows to one another and put the rings on each other’s fingers, Marissa feels the bundle of anxiety she’d started the day with grow in her stomach again. A smile spreads across her face, and Jenna’s as well.
“You’re my light when it gets dark, my best friend, the mother to my children. You’ve given me reason to smile, reason to love, reason to dream, and reason to continue on when I feel like I don’t have the strength to anymore. You’ve given me four beautiful children, whom like you, I promise to love, protect, and cherish for the rest of my days. From the moment we met, now, and forever more, my heart is yours. My strength is yours, my courage is yours, and my life is yours.”
Marissa says the words softly, reciting her vows to Jenna just like she’d practiced in the mirror, focusing on Jenna’s face, getting lost in her eyes. There’s tears falling from Jenna’s eyes, as she grins the happiest grin Marissa’s sure she’s ever seen. She doesn’t have to look over to know her brother’s crying as well. Slipping the ring in her hand onto Jenna’s finger, Marissa grins a grin of her own.
This was happening. This was really happening.
Jenna takes a breath, wipes her eyes.
“I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart. I am never without it. Anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling. I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet. I want no world, for beautiful you are my world, my true. And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows, here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide, and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart. ”
She recited the poem she’d chosen as her vows as Marissa recited hers; soft, while getting lost in Marissa’s eyes, forgetting they weren’t alone. Marissa can’t stop the tears that come to her eyes, recognizing it instantly, though she isn’t sure it’s because of the particular poem Jenna chose, or because she really likes how right it feels when Jenna slips that ring onto her finger.
As Tim starts to continue, a drop of rain falls. Then another, then another, until the rain didn’t seem to stop.
Should’ve known this perfect day was too good to be true. Marissa thinks bitterly, ready to tell Tim to just hurry on up with the whole ‘you may kiss the bride’ thing so they could get their guests out of the rain and Jenna’s day wasn’t ruined anymore, when she hears it.
Laughter.
Jenna’s laughter.
Right away, Marissa sees that look on Jenna’s face, the one that says she knows something Marissa doesn’t. Taking the laughter and the fact Jenna hasn't put a stop to anything yet as a good sign, she looks to Tim. “C’mon brother. I wanna kiss my wife already.” she whispers to him with a grin.
“Right…okay. Vows, rings. Only one thing left to do.” Tim whispers, a grin of his own.
Marissa’s hands grip Jenna’s, and the younger woman feels completely overwhelmed by the sheer joy and happiness on her soon to be wife’s face. So overwhelmed, she almost misses it when her brother utters the words she’s been waiting to hear for an awfully long time.
"My mom’s coming to visit next weekend, so I told myself that if someone picked an odd number I’d stay and try my best to enjoy her presence. But even numbers mean that I flee the country."
"Yeah, I was right...didn't want to know. Here's a slightly better idea, avoid your mother but don't flee the country. That's too expensive and probably not worth it. If you want to hide out, find somewhere local where she wouldn't think to find you."
"I left the...how in the fuck do I manage to forget the diaper bag at home when I leave it right on the damn counter so this exact thing doesn't happen?"
"There’s nothing left to do on my phone… It’s not like I have a great social life out here. I went for a run this morning, and… I went to the pool for a little while. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. Fucking medication."
"I rarely ever delete pictures, so that's what I look at. Granted it's mostly candid shots of my kids but still. Running, there's another thing I do. There's something I need to do, come to think of it. Mm, I'm trying to think of the one thing I can usually do at home that works for me...and of course I'm drawing a blank. Shit."
"You’re telling me. Sometimes pouring water on my head doesn’t even wake me up. Hmm, there really is nothing to do right now. Any suggestions? I’m bored out of my mind. I’ve been awake for the last 28 hours and I feel like I’ve done everything."
"Usually I just sit around and look at old things on my phone, or do stupid little things like sit-ups or push-ups...I'm not very productive during the night shift...it's a wonder I'm usually exhausted when I get home."
"Ooh, ouch. Woken up by a nice bucket of fucking ice water? Sorry to say I have that experience in common with you. I hate it. Every single damn time it happens."
"Cold water, not ice water, thankfully. She did what she had to do to wake me up. It's not the most conventional way...but according to Jenna sometimes waking me up is like trying to wake the dead. Especially after I've worked a week of double shifts. Besides, the way I look at it is this; either she pours water on my head and wakes me up, or I miss work. At least now she has to deal with a wet couch for the next six hours while I sit here and basically do nothing because there's usually never anything going on around here where I'm needed anyway."
"Because when a person pees the puddle's usually smaller than when my fiancee dumps an almost full bucket of water on my head. That, and the only person who's really ever peed on my couch is my infant daughter, so her puddle of pee is generally a hell of a lot smaller than that of a bucket of water...Learned that the hard way."
"Mm, while it's not a good point as the kids aren't you, it still is a good point, because everyone knows the kind of trouble you're known to find yourself in."
