Accidently Married The CEO

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Chapter 8

Gabriel

Britney texted me half an hour ago that Moira would want to do things with a bit traditional, seeing as I already suggested the wedding dress and the wedding to begin with. Moira didn’t want me to see her in the dress until she was walking down the aisle. I had hoped that we would fill in the papers together, but instead, I had to fill in my part of the marriage contract, and Moira would fill in her part. I had paid for the wedding, even included the photographer as well as some music for her to walk in with. I want this to be something she can think back on fondly. I do plan on having the full white wedding with our family and friends all there to join in the celebration, but that will come when she is well and ready. For now, I will settle for this and hope that she won’t just disappear.

Gareth, and Gwen are already seated in the few rows of seats that are available, all while I stand here, my hands sweating and my heart running a mile a second as I hope and pray that Moira shows up. I don’t know why I am suddenly so nervous, but it is the good kind of nerves, as if I am truly ready for the change that is coming my way. Never had I imagined that I would be getting married in Vegas, but if the last few months have taught me anything, it is better to go with the change than to fight against it. There is no point in fighting against fate, and I believe with all my heart that this is meant to be. Maybe that makes me a fool, but I honestly don’t mind.

I knew Gwen would support me, just like I have been supporting her since the day I found her at the bar, drunk off her feet. With Gwen, it was attraction, yes, but it was more like I just knew that she was going to be a part of my life. I knew she was going to change it in ways I didn’t understand and I thought I knew when I had asked her to be mine months later and I truly thought I had found the perfect love when I asked her to marry me, but then I saw how Gareth felt bout her, saw the lengths he went to have her, how obsessed he was with Gwen, and I knew that my love for her was nothing like he loved her. I tried to fight it in the beginning, tried to fight him, what they had, but I knew it was pointless to fight something so strong.

Just as I really start to worry that Moira might not show up, the music starts playing, and the doors open to show Britney. She has also changed into a slowing sundress with soft pink flowers on it. Her hair has been fixed into a bunch of light curls that are pinned up at the top of her head. She has a bouquet of red roses in her hands. For a moment, my heart sinks and I get ready to as her where the hell Moira is, but Britney, I have figured is one for drama, and the smirk that pulls on her lips as she starts walking down the aisle, dropping one red rose after the other, and I realize that she is acting like a true bridesmaid. When she reaches the front, the song changes from the traditional wedding song to Bruno Mars, Marry you, starts playing and We all burst out laughing as Moira comes dancing down the aisle, a huge smile on her face as we all laugh and enjoy the show. As the second verse start playing, we all join in on the song, singing it while we all start dancing with her as she reaches the front, even the priest I hired joins in, clearly enjoying the fact that this is the silliest wedding he has held tonight. The only person not singing or dancing is Gareth, but his eyes are stuck on his wife, his eyes filled with love and admiration. I know if we are given the time, I will look at Moira the same.

When the song ends, we are all laughing as we take our places. Britney sits down at the front on Moira’s side, her head turning to take in Gareth and I want to burst out laughing all over again when she pouts, clearly upset that she is the only single one here and that Gareth is already very happily married, even for a few hours. It is clear that Gwen will always be the only woman for him.

“Sorry about taking so long. Britney wanted me to do this my way and well, seeing as my last attempt at a wedding was all about what everyone else wanted, I just wanted this to be what I really wanted, you know.” She says, and I really want to kiss her right now.

I take a moment to take her in. I didn’t expect her to find something that would look so much like a wedding dress, but she found the perfect dress for the occasion. It is anything but innocent like what I expected, but what we plan to do as soon as we get out of here is not innocent at all, so it is fitting. The deep dip in the front makes my mouth water for a taste. The kiss we had earlier was not nearly enough. Her dark hair is done up similar to Britney’s hair, but where Britney is a bit heavier on the makeup, Moira has very little makeup on. Aside from the light eyeshadow that was added and the mascara that was fixed, she still looks the same. She is everything that I never knew I would want in a woman, and all I want with her is more time. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I tell her after a moment, making her blush, but where is so much joy in her eyes and I want to break her useless excuse of and ex-fiancé’s knees for having made her sad on the day that was supposed to be the best day of her life. I will thank him afterward for sending her my way through being a complete i***t.

“Dearly beloveds, we are gathered here in the presence of God, family, and friends to witness a joyous occasion, the union of Gabriel and Moira. Gabriel Beaufoy, do you take Moira Grace for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in heath, until death do you part?” The priest asks, not wasting time with sweet speeches. I didn’t expect anything more, and I am grateful that he is keeping it short and sweet because the faster I get married, the faster I can have Moira to myself again. I take her hands in mine, keeping my eyes on her.

“Yes, I do.” I say, and Moira’s smile stretches wider.

“Moira Grace, do you take Gabriel Beaufoy for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in heath, until death do you part?” He asks her.

“Yes, I do” She says and before he can even say, you may kiss the bride, my lips are on hers and I quickly pick her up, wrapping her legs around me as I start walking towards the door.

“I now pronouns you husband and wife!” The priest shouts after us, laughter following, but I don’t care. I want her for myself because I am greedy, and she is now officially mine. It is only when the receptionist calls us to take our marriage license that I remember I never gave her the ring. I quickly put her down and dig into my pocket to pull out the ring. Moira has tears in her eyes when I open the box, and she looks at the ring inside. I wanted to first just buy her the most expensive ring, but when I saw the tear shaped diamond with small filigree details on the side and a matching band, I knew it would look perfect on her. The diamond is only a 1.5 carat, clear cut, but it screamed at me when I saw it, and I knew she would love it.

“This is perfect.” She says as I take the ring out and put it on her finger. I sigh in relief when the ring fits as there hasn’t been any time to have it adjusted.

“We can always get you something bigger if that is what you prefer.” I tell her, suddenly not sure if I really did get the right ring, but she sakes her head, holding up the ring to admire it. It truly was made to be on her finger. I quickly grab our license from the receptionist and then tell her to send the photos with our friends, and then I pick Moira back up and carry her all the way to my room, more than ready to have her in every way I can.