Best Of Intentions
A/N: I am SO sorry about last night's post not happening. I was asked last minute to work for someone as a fill-in, and didn't get home until 11 PM, at which point, I was shot. That said, I have a funeral/memorial to attend tomorrow, and a birthday party on Sunday during which the entire family is planning to watch the football game, so I will do my best to get at least one fic up this weekend, but I don't want to make any promises, just in case.
It seemed unreal that once upon a time, Troian had ended their relationship with no more an excuse than the statement 'I just don't think this is going in the right direction'. As Patrick stood, watching Troian turn in her dress, he couldn't fathom the fact that she'd once thought that their time together was beyond the effort. The very mention of those few weeks in early 2010 seemed like another lifetime at this point. Yet in the same moment, he could recall those days with a clarity so bright that it felt burned into his skull.
He remembered the way she had spoken-it was a candor he'd long since grown used to, that seemed to draw from a place of unfortunate sorrow. She'd sat across from him in his living room and commented on how their lives seemed to be headed in separate directions. Pretty Little Liars was filming in LA, and he was seeking roles all over the country. Suits hadn't yet been picked up to series, leaving him with no solid idea of where his life was headed. He wondered in the time after that if that's what drove her to make the choice to end the relationship.
Whether or not that was the case, he never bothered to ask. To be entirely honest about it, he really didn't give a damn what drove her to make the choice. He accepted that it was her choice, but the same way she made the choice to separate, he wasn't ready to just let her go without trying. Though they hadn't said 'I love you' to one another, it didn't take him long after they'd reunited for him to realize that's exactly how he felt. It wasn't until then that he realized that that's what had driven him to try and earn her back in the first place.
"Where are you at?"
He looked up and smiled at Troian.
"Reminiscing," he replied. He leaned forward and kissed her chastely, though hardly a second passed before he heard cheering and glasses clinking. She giggled against his mouth and grabbed the lapels of his suit, pulling him tighter against her as his tongue slid into her mouth.
They finally parted a moment later, and he grinned cheekily at her as she giggled.
"Reminiscing about what," she asked as she looped her arms around his neck.
"You," he said. "How we could've almost not ended up here, if I had been an idiot."
"I'm so glad you weren't," Troian told him. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else with anyone else now."
He smiled, leaned forward and brushed his lips against her cheek. Troian tightened her arms around his neck, and he hugged her back.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the bridge and groom, Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Johannes Adams," the DJ stated in that moment. Patrick and Troian looked over at him, and Patrick smirked.
"What's going on?" Troian asked him.
"So, Patrick passed me a note a while, and asked me to play this for you, Troian," the DJ stated. "He says 'I know it's not your choice in music, but it's how I feel.'."
The music began to play, and instantly, Troian could tell it was country.
"Did Lucy help you pick this out," she asked.
Patrick shrugged, resting his hands on her hips. "I asked a few people about something to say what I feel, and she's this was the song I liked best."
Troian nodded, and then pressed her finger to his lips, listening as the first words began to come from the speakers.
"I had big plans for our future; said I'd give you the whole world somehow I tried making good on that promise; thought I'd be so much further by now…"
Patrick nodded as the music streamed through the speakers, confirming their validity as they came, and Troian smiled, leaned forward and kissed him. As she leaned back once more, he mouthed the words to her.
"Now some people think I'm a loser 'cause I seldom get things right But you make me feel like a winner, when you wrap me in your arms so tight…."
Troian's eyes grew glassy as tried to keep her emotions at bay. He didn't blame her-they'd both certainly shed enough tears throughout their ceremony, but he wanted her to know.
"And if you could read my heart, then you'd know without exception It was all best of intentions…"
"Aww, babe, there nothing I know more than that," she said tearfully into his ear as she hugged him tightly once more.
"I just never want you to question it," he told her. "I never want you to believe otherwise."
Troian leaned back once more, pecked him quickly, and rested her forehead against his.
"Goes both ways, you know," she told him. "Every missed move, and every failure, was all only with the best of intentions."
Patrick just smiled back at her before lifting his hand to the back of her head, kissing her once more.`