#Owen Strand: Wedding Planner

[marjansmarwani]

i put it in my tags on your post but now i can't help but in my head tarlos vow renewals and every time it's planned instead of a surprise because no matter how much hmmm'd and haww'd at owen being so all over their planning, tk was also particularly endeared by it and would welcome it every time (i'm not sure if that was even the intent of your post but it truly stuck to me when i read your post on the last scene)

ps: you're a joy on my dash i hope you know that

That was not what I had in mind when I made that post, but it is now!

You’re so right of course: Owen will absolutely be keeping a notebook for wedding ideas as they strike him in the lead up to the wedding and he is not going to stop after they’re married. He’s going to be encouraging them to do a vow renewal every five years, their vows will be the most renewed of all. First couple in history to have 10 weddings to each other, and Owen is going to plan each and every one.

Ps: thank you! You are also a delight and I always enjoy hearing from you 🥰

[watmalik]

God bless TK and Carlos, but they’re such rookies.

[let-me-write-shit]

Like We Used To: 1

A/N : Okay, so this is my first story after taking an almost ten year hiatus. Bare with me while I get the hang of things. Feel free to message me with input. Hope you enjoy so far. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

CHAPTER ONE

This day could have gone a lot worse. Granted, it’s only 11 AM. All week the weather forecast called for rainstorms, but so far there was not a single cloud in the sky. In fact, it’s warmer than it should be for a late Friday, September morning. ‘Lucky,’ Elizabeth thought, straightening out her long, blush dress in the mirror. Rain doesn’t dry well on silk. 

She looked at her three friends, Celeste, Daisy, and Heather, in the reflection of the mirror as they put on their bridesmaids dresses, and smiled. She always knew this day would come, and leading up to it felt like an eternity. But now that it’s here she felt like time had slipped away from her.  Elizabeth had been best friends with Kate Barnes since they were twelve years old, and met Lewis, Matt, and Celeste two years later. It was painfully obvious that Kate and Lewis loved each other, yet it still took them a whole two years to start officially dating. They were pros at taking it slow. Now, nearly twelve years later, the two were finally getting married. 

Elizabeth admired her best friends’ relationship with each other. There was never any doubt or uncertainty between them. Lewis was it for her; always was. They were perfect for each other. And the couple’s ability to hold onto friendships with ease seemed like a super power. Half of the wedding party and guests were grade school friends. Okay, Kate’s sister, Heather, doesn’t count. Elizabeth recalled old memories of long nights spent with the (almost) newlyweds, Celeste, Jimmy, Matt, and Harry. 

Her heart skipped a beat, almost as if she scared herself. She hadn’t meant to remind herself of Harry Styles. They met him at the same time as the others, but he had long since left their friend group. He was famous now, after all. Elizabeth would occasionally find herself thinking of Harry. It was hard not to when you heard him on the radio or saw him on the internet at least twice a week. Most of their teenage years were spent together before graduation when his fame really kicked off. Still, she found herself wondering if he even remembered that she had existed. They lost touch pretty quickly, which always struck a nerve with Elizabeth. How can you go from seeing someone almost daily, to no contact at all, so easily? The last few months of high school felt surreal. Lewis was the only one whom Harry seldom kept in contact with, and even that began to dwindle. Losing a major part of your friend group so abruptly almost felt like a family member had died; it was just off. At least, that is, until their group had met Daisy, Edward, and Owen in college. 

The seven friends considered themselves family. Their college friends were aware of the ‘Lost Boy’, as they liked to refer to Harry as. Seeing their old pictures together amused the bunch. But if they were being honest, everyone made it a point to not mention Harry when reveling in old times. It was apparent amongst the group that Elizabeth still bore a sort of resentment towards their old famous friend for the way he left. Understandably. However, there was some speculation of a relationship between Elizabeth and the Lost Boy that teetered over the line of ‘more than friends’. Of course there was friendly flirting amongst the friends, but what horny teenager didn’t?

“Need help with that?” Heather whispered, slipping Elizabeth’s diamond bracelet out of her fingers and clasping it around her wrist.

“Thanks,” Elizabeth breathed, snapping out of it and turning, motioning towards the room, “Can you believe it? It’s finally happening.”

Heather nodded, “I know. Seems like yesterday you, Celeste, and Kate were stealing my tampons and asking me advice about boys. Now you’re all grown up and my baby sister is getting married. When did that happen?”

“I must have been sleeping,” a small hiccup escaped as she tried to hold back her emotions.

Heather squeezed Elizabeth’s arm and gave an understanding smile before saying, “I just got word from the boys that the house is all ready for our arrival tonight. So once the guests leave we’ll tidy up and meet Kate, Lewis, and the boys there.”

“Perfect.”

Leave it to Kate and Lewis to make a big event into an even bigger event; they decided to show their appreciation to the wedding party by throwing a weekend long celebration of their nuptials by renting out a ten bedroom manor in the countryside close to the venue so they can all party together before the newlyweds leave on their honeymoon on Monday. 

“Okay, ladies!” Mrs. Barnes, Kate’s mother, sang. “Are we ready to see the bride in her dress?”

The room filled with various forms of yelps as Heather, Elizabeth, Celeste, and Daisy gathered together. Joyce, Heather’s five year old daughter, put her basket of flowers down and ran over to her grandmother, tugging at her dress and asking. “Is Aunt Kate coming in now?” 

The photographer got into position. When the crystal doorknob started turning the camera shutter started and the girls gasped and awed when Kate glided into the room. Her off-the-shoulder satin gown hugged her small figure perfectly while her blonde hair curled into a loose bun, with little strands of hair framing her face. She spun for them, smiling and laughing. Elizabeth bounced on the heels of her feet, clasping her hands together and bringing them to her mouth, taking everything in as Kate hugged everyone.

“Awe, Lizzy!” Kate pouted through her smile, wiping a stray tear from Elizabeth’s cheek. Only her grade school friends called her Lizzy. “Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your mascara.”

Elizabeth managed to chuckle through a sniffle and hugged her best friend, “You look beautiful, love.”

Kate squeezed back and breathed “Thank you.” After a minute the two pulled apart and Kate looked Elizabeth up and down with a smirk, “and you look absolutely stunning! If I wasn’t a taken woman I’d ravish you up!” Kate flicked the low hanging cowl in the neckline of Elizabeth’s silk, blush pink, figure forming dress. Even Elizabeth had to admit, this dress was quite sexy.

Elizabeth snorted as Celeste, Daisy, and Heather danced over with extra glasses of mimosas and called for last minute touch-ups before they headed downstairs to the limos that waited to take them to the wedding venue.

The venue was breathtaking, and luckily for the bride, could be held outside, in the back gardens of an old manor. When the limo pulled up the soft sound of violins could be heard as guests finished getting to their seats and the wedding planner got on the walky-talky to inform of their arrival and to have the men make their way down the aisle.

“You ready?” Elizabeth squeezed Kate’s hand as they all made their way in through the manor. The top of the guests’ heads were barely visible from where they stood as they were seated so far down the lawn in the garden. 

Kate looked at Elizabeth, nervously, and took a deep breath, “No turning back now, eh, Lizzy?”

Elizabeth grinned and pecked Kate’s cheek before Kate’s dad joined them and took his daughter into his arms. The tune of the violins changed signaling the start of the processional and the wedding planner motions for Daisy to start making her way out. Elizabeth’s nerves grew as Celeste followed shortly after.

She tousled her mousy brown loose curls once more, gripped on tightly to her bouquet with her clammy hands, and took a deep breath as the wedding planner motioned her forward. As soon as Elizabeth stepped outside onto the cobblestone she heard the shutter from the cameras and forced a smile, looking all the way down the lawn at the rows of guests. She spotted a few people that she knew and loosened up. Elizabeth felt the crunch below her heels as the cobblestone turned to a white gravel. Lewis wrung his fingers together, anxiously, and tugged at his navy blue suit. She couldn’t help but smile wider, remembering that her two best friends were getting married to each other. When Elizabeth and Lewis caught eyes she winked at him and nodded, reassuringly, which seemed to make him ease up a bit. Jimmy, or JJ they liked to call him, Lewis’ best man, seemed to notice the exchange and patted Lewis on the back before grinning at Elizabeth.

She looked amongst the guests as she slowly made her way up the aisle, smiling at people she knew and whispering ‘hey’ as she passed. She looked to her right, a few rows up, noticing one of Kate’s cousins, when a gleam from a ring caught her eye. The owner was spinning the one of many rings around his finger, almost nervously, but when she looked up at his face there was no sign of nerves. In fact, he seemed to be quite delighted. He dressed in mainly black, which seemed odd for the occasion, but he somehow managed to make it look lively with his curly brown hair and soft green eyes. They caught eyes with each other. The left side of his lips curled upwards into a lopsided grin and he blinked, nodding at her in recognition, and, was that…...eagerness?

Elizabeth felt her throat tense up and she was almost certain that her expression was anything but appealing as her attention shot forward, avoiding his gaze. Harry Styles was here. Why the hell didn’t anyone warn her?

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[omeliafics]

A Music Affair: The Wedding

Hi guys!!! So, finally, here it is! I’m so sorry that I kept you waiting for so long, I got really caught up with college, but thank you so much for your patience and constantly asking me to post the fic. Love your devotion <3 So, this is the first chapter of a two-shot of mine. In this one, you get to see Owen and Amelia’s wedding and on the next one, you’ll see their honeymoon (and how Melody was conceived haha). But yeah, hope you like it and please, give me your feedback! :)

That was it. It happened. They were finally married.

Amelia had just heard the priest’s words “I now pronounce you husband and wife” and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

She was a wife now. Owen Hunt’s wife.

Looking at him, Amelia couldn’t help the big smile on her face when she saw him grinning from ear to ear, such a happy look in his eyes, one she had never seen before. In that moment, seeing how much that man loved her and how he was filled with joy about being married to her, Amelia felt like the luckiest woman on Earth.

She couldn’t even believe that, hours before, she had almost left him at the altar.

It had started with the fear that the big storm in Chicago that day would complicate things for the guests to arrive and, eventually, ruin their wedding; which then ended up with her freaking out about getting married in the first place, considering the big spotlight her and Owen would always have on their lives. But, thankfully, her best friend Maggie stepped up to calm her down and make her put things into perspective. It actually didn’t matter what could happen to her and Owen, just the fact that she was marrying the love of her life and that was what made her happy and fulfilled in that moment. So, that’s what she did.

And now, feeling the touch of his strong hands on her waist while her fingers caressed his cheeks, his breath against hers, foreheads touched and eyes closed after their first kiss as husband and wife, Amelia didn’t regret it one bit.

Slowly opening her eyes, she started to regain consciousness of what was happening around her and Owen, coming out of their little bubble. Turning and looking around the church, she saw their friends and family on their feet applauding and cheering for the couple.

“We’re married.” Owen whispered in her ear, giving Amelia a kiss on the cheek.

“We are.” She looked back at him, smiling, before taking his hand in hers and walking down the aisle with her husband.

The wedding reception was being held at a venue not too far from the church and thankfully, even though the reception would be indoors, it had stopped raining once everyone made their way to the location, the sun coming up to shine bright in between the clouds and above the newlywed couple as they got in the car.

Hoping to finally get some alone time now that they were married, Owen and Amelia both sighed once they sat in the back of the car.

“Hi.” Amelia looked at him, smiling. It was the first time they actually got to properly talk with each other in such a quiet space or without being rushed by anyone, like it had happened through the past few days.

“Have I told you how stunning you look?” Owen asked, not being able to take his eyes away from his wife. Amelia had her hair up in a bun with a few strands of hair falling on the sides of her face, which had light makeup, enhancing her natural beauty. Her dress was a lace and silk long sleeved dress with an open back, going along her curves and opening up by her knees. When Owen saw Amelia walking down the aisle that day, his chin almost fell to the floor. That was the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life. And she was his wife.

“No. But I noticed.” Amelia smirked at him. He didn’t need to say it. The way Owen looked at her was already enough. Amelia had never felt so beautiful than when she noticed him admiring her.

“This is certainly my favorite look of yours. Ever.” Owen commented, resting his head on his seat.

“Yeah? The ‘your bride’ look?” She bit her lip, finding it funny.

“There’s no better look than this one, I’m sure of it.” He said, putting his arm around Amelia’s shoulder and pulling her closer to him.

They had both been so busy with the preparation for the wedding throughout the previous days that, now that they were finally married, all Owen and Amelia wanted was to enjoy each other. The day before had been their bachelor and bachelorette parties, which Nathan and Maggie separately hosted for their friends. While Owen was taken for a beer with his friends, following the traditional stripper dance, even though Owen didn’t mind at all about that, Amelia, on the other hand, who was actually hoping to see some strippers, had the classic bridal shower with gifts and friends telling stories about her. Although bored, Amelia pretended to have a fun time and thanked Maggie from the bottom of her heart for the effort she put in that party.

After their parties, both Owen and Amelia had arrived home pretty late only to wake up early and fly out to Chicago to help with the finishing touches for the wedding and get ready, staying in different hotel rooms.

So, before that moment, they hadn’t actually had time to take a deep breath and enjoy themselves. But, after talking for just a few minutes, they had arrived at the venue.

Before stepping out of the car, Owen and Amelia looked at each other, sighing in frustration.

“I never thought I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my husband at my own wedding.” Amelia complained, throwing her head back at the leather seat before the car fully parked in front of the building.

“You’ll get a whole life to do that.” Owen squeezed her hand and gave her a half smile, actually making Amelia feel better, like he did every time.

Looking out the window, the couple saw the many paparazzi flashing their cameras towards the black car, all gathered behind the security guards, eager for the first pic of Owen and Amelia as a married couple.

They had actually tried to keep the venue where they were having the reception a secret, but of course the information leaked and spread like wildfire. The truth was that Owen and Amelia were the hot couple of the moment and their wedding had been very expected, so there was no way of avoiding it. And they actually didn’t mind it.

Once Owen got out of the car and went around to open the door to Amelia, the flashes of the cameras started going nuts.

Actually not bothered by it, the couple held hands and smiled through the small walk to the building.

As they stepped into the venue, the couple was greeted by all of their guests and soon got orders to what they should do next, once again not getting to spend time with each other.

The band started playing some upbeat songs and Owen and Amelia began their task of going from table to table greeting their friends and thanking them for coming.

“You look so lovely, Amelia. My son is the luckiest to have you.” Evelyn Hunt, Owen’s mom, got up from her seat and held both Amelia’s hands, giving her new daughter-in-law a genuine smile. They hadn’t met a lot, but the few times Amelia got to spend with Evelyn, the woman had been the sweetest to her, comfortably allowing her into their lives.

Owen wasn’t one to introduce many women to Evelyn, even because before Amelia he had only had Cristina as a serious relationship and he knew how much of that was a let down, so to avoid disappointment, he had just stopped introducing the women he dated to his mom, until Amelia came around.

The moment Evelyn was introduced to Amelia, she knew that girl meant a lot to her son, since he had even stopped talking about his love life with her ever since Cristina. And, getting to know Amelia and how much she made Owen happy, Evelyn started to love her like her own daughter.

“Thank you so much, Evelyn.” Amelia said, hugging the tiny woman tight in her arms. “I actually feel like the luckiest one here today.”

Evelyn stepped back to look at the couple one more time and took Owen and Amelia’s hands in hers.

“You two are gonna be really happy, I’m sure of it.” She squeezed their hands and smiled widely at them, a tear falling from her eye, to which Owen quickly dried with his thumb before hugging her.

“I’m so proud of you, son.” Evelyn told him, kissing his cheek and stepping back.

“Thanks, mom.” He smiled at her, before they could head to the big Shepherd table.

After talking to Amelia’s mom, all of her siblings, nephews, brothers-in-law and sister-in-law, the couple actually got real tired, but had to move on to other three tables.

“Okay, hang on.” Amelia turned the other way and let go of Owen’s hand, confusing her husband.

“Wait, what? We still have a few guests to talk to.” He frowned.

“Babe, I really have to pee!” Amelia exclaimed, making Owen laugh at her desperation.

“Okay, but in that dress, you’re gonna take like an hour.” He pointed out. “So, I’ll be all alone to do this?”

Amelia looked at the other tables he was pointing at and shrugged her shoulders.

“That’s the loss of being my husband, sorry.” She joked, giving him a kiss on the cheek before stepping away. “I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

After finally figuring out how to pee in her wedding dress, Amelia left the bathroom and ran into Maggie before she could meet Owen again, who she spotted talking to some people at the other side of the room.

“Oh, there you are!” Maggie exclaimed when she bumped into Amelia. The woman was wearing a beautiful and flowy vivid red dress, a brighter shade from the wine coloured ones Meredith and April were wearing, since they were bridesmaids and Maggie was the maid of honor. “The wedding planner is looking for you everywhere! It’s almost time for yours and Owen’s first dance.”

“Sure, hang on, let me fix my shoe.” Amelia leaned on Maggie’s arm to get some balance while she fixed her shoe, but what Maggie said next threw her off so much that she stumbled in surprise.

“Wait, where’s your ring?”

Holding tighter onto Maggie so she wouldn’t fall, Amelia recovered her balance and quickly stood up, looking at her left hand, which had no ring on it.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” She widened her eyes and talked fast, even looking at her right hand to see if it was there. “Oh my God Maggie, I lost my ring!”

“You lost your wedding ring?!” Maggie raised her eyebrows at her best friend. She really shouldn’t be surprised, though, that was totally something predictable coming from Amelia. But still, losing your wedding ring on the day of your wedding was something else. Seeing Amelia looking around to see if it was anywhere near them and freaking out, Maggie tried to calm her down. “Okay, hold on, when was the last time you saw it?”

“I have no idea!” Amelia exclaimed, getting more nervous by the second. How the hell could she lose her wedding ring?! “I only remember it when Owen put it on my finger, at the church! Oh my God Maggie, what if I lost it at the church? What if those paparazzi took pictures of me without my ring?! Oh God, we’re gonna have so many rumors about our relationship!” Amelia paced around, both hands on her forehead, completely stressed out.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Meredith passed by the two of them and immediately stopped when she noticed how nervous Amelia was.

“Meredith, great!” Amelia shouted when she saw her friend. “You’re in the search duty. Let’s all start looking, c’mon!”

“Amelia lost her ring.” Maggie exclaimed to a very confused Meredith.

“Her wedding ring?!” Meredith widened her eyes, surprised.

“Yes, my wedding ring! Now, quit talking and let’s look for it. C’mon, people!” She clapped her hands and started to walk around them, looking for the ring on the floor.

“Wow, bossy.” Meredith murmured, to which Maggie laughed.

The three women went around the whole room, eyes on the floor the entire time, looking for the lost ring, meeting each other back by the bathrooms.

“Anything?” Amelia asked them, hopeful, to which they denied with their heads. Frustrated, she sighed and put her hands on her waist. “Seriously, how can I be this stupid? Who loses their wedding ring literally an hour after getting married?!”

“Have you tried asking Owen? Maybe he can help.” Meredith suggested.

“Of course not. I can’t tell Owen!”

“Why not?” Maggie asked.

“Maggie, we just got married. How will I tell him that I lost my wedding ring? I’d divorce me if it were the other way around. I’m so irresponsible…” Amelia said, sighing.

“Amelia, that’s ridiculous.” Maggie told her.

“Yeah, I know he wouldn’t do that and probably wouldn’t even mind. But let’s just… Not tell him yet, okay? Let’s keep looking.”

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Amelia turned around when she heard Owen’s voice from behind her. “It’s time for our first dance, c’mon.”

As he was taking her left hand in his, Amelia suddenly remembered she had no ring on it and quickly snapped it away from him, causing Owen to frown in confusion.

“I actually can’t right now. I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?” She told him.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Uh… we’re helping Meredith look for something she lost.” Amelia made it up, pointing at Meredith, who nodded, getting involved in Amelia’s story. “Yeah, she lost… Uh…”

Seeing Amelia was stuck, Meredith quickly thought of something she could’ve lost.

“My pin! The pin that I had on my dress.”

“Oh yeah?” Owen genuinely believed it, starting to look on the floor for it. “What color was it? I can help you girls find it.”

“Oh, there’s no need to!” Amelia quickly excused him. “You can go and tell the wedding planner I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

Seeing Amelia was eager for him to get out of there, Owen stopped in his tracks, analysing his wife.

“Okay, what’s really going on?”

“Nothing. I told you, we’re looking for Meredith’s pin.” Amelia insisted, not looking into Owen’s eyes.

“Amelia…” He saw right through her that she was lying to him.

“Okay, fine.” She sighed, accepting there was no way she’d be able to keep this lie from Owen any longer. “I lost my ring.”

“You what?!” He raised his eyebrows in surprise, just like Maggie had reacted.

“Yes, my wedding ring, Owen. I freaking lost it and I can’t find it anywhere!” Amelia sighed again in frustration, hands on her hips.

“Oh my God, Amelia…” Owen just wanted to laugh at the fact his wife had been able to lose her wedding ring not even two hours after they got married and looked completely desperate about it, even though he didn’t find it such a big problem. But, being aware that Amelia would probably hit him if he laughed about the situation, he kept his mouth shut.

“Ugh, how can I be this reckless?!” She moaned, hands on her face.

“But, babe, I don’t think it’s such a big deal.” Owen said, making her shoot up her face to look at him, her eyebrows raised. “I mean, we could just get a new pair of rings after we get back from our honeymoon. After all, they’re just a symbolism.” He suggested, honestly thinking it was a simple solution.

“What?! And then we would end up with replacement rings for the rest of our lives? Rings that weren’t even at our wedding ceremony? Blessed by the priest or whatever?” Amelia said and Owen tried his hardest to contain his laughter at her ‘whatever’, since his wife was pretty serious about it. “Besides, the problem is that if I lost my ring at the church or in the car, it probably showed in the pictures taken outside! So, as we speak, there could be a big rumor going on about me not wanting to wear my ring because I don’t want to stay faithful and committed to you or something like that. You know how crazy these celebrity news can go.” She went on, trying to prove her point.

“Well, I don’t know where your ring is, but I actually just saw the first released pictures of you two getting in the building and you’re definitely wearing your ring, Amelia.” Meredith told them, showing Owen, Amelia and Maggie the picture she saw on her phone.

“Okay, so that’s not an issue anymore, no need to worry about it.” Owen reassured Amelia, running his hand up and down her arm to calm her down.

“Oh hey, have we checked the bathroom yet?” Maggie suddenly asked. “I remember you had just left it when we noticed your ring was gone.”

“Oh my God, the bathroom!” Amelia quickly turned around and ran inside it, Maggie and Meredith following her while Owen patiently waited outside the bathroom door, getting some weird looks from the women passing there.

After a few minutes, Amelia was back from the bathroom, a big smile on her face as she paraded her left hand with her wedding ring on it, making Owen laugh.

“Thank God for Maggie.” He said.

“It was in the trash.” Maggie sighed. “Your brilliant wife washed her hands, dried them and the ring slipped into the trash.”

“Yeah, it’s a little loose because we measured it a long time, but it just needs some adjustments.” Amelia said.

“Okay, can we go now? Sophie must be dying looking for us.” Owen asked, talking about their wedding planner.

The couple finally headed to the dance floor, for Sophie’s relief, and the woman then signaled the band for them to introduce Owen and Amelia’s first dance.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran started playing.

Ed Sheeran’s songs always meant a lot to them. Photograph was the first cover they did together back when they had just started dating and Owen also had a song of his with Ed himself, which was the main thing that made him start gaining success in the music industry. So, the couple thought that Perfect was the best choice for their first dance, since it also described exactly the way they felt about each other.

Owen gave Amelia a smile when they stepped at the empty dance floor, taking her hand in his and pulling her closer to his body, all eyes on them.

“I’ll probably step on your feet a lot, you know that, right?” She let him know, looking down to her feet. It wasn’t a complicated dance, just a slow song as her and Owen swayed to it. But dancing wasn’t something Amelia was completely comfortable in doing at all.

“That’s why there were rehearsals, Amelia.” Owen chuckled, holding her tighter so she’d feel more at ease.

“Yes, but now there’s all these people watching us…” She looked around at everyone circling the dance floor, taking pictures of them.

“Uh, but you’re a performer…” He looked at her, confused.

“I’m comfortable singing in front of everyone, but dancing is a whole other story.” She told him.

“Okay, then don’t look at them. Just look at me.” Owen suggested and she did so, looking into his eyes.

The couple stayed dancing in silence for a while, Amelia’s arms around Owen’s neck and his around her waist.

“Do you remember when we danced on the grass at Meredith and Derek’s wedding?” Amelia asked him all of a sudden.

“Of course.”

“That was the moment I knew that my future was with you.” She said, making him smile even wider. “I mean, I’ve known it ever since you stayed and helped me through rehab, but that moment made it all official.” Amelia explained. Seeing he was silent for a moment, she added: “And don’t you dare tell me you’ve known you wanted to marry me ever since we met.”

Owen laughed out loud, making the guests around them wonder what they were talking about.

“I wasn’t, I swear.” He told her, still laughing, even though he knew he wanted to marry her when they started dating. “And it’s not a competition, Amelia.”

“I know it’s not, but I still want to win.” She smirked at him, both of them laughing together.

As the song was coming to its end, Owen leaned down and met his lips with Amelia’s, slowly and gently kissing her, aware of the eyes and spotlight they had on them.

Separating their lips as he heard the sound of applause, he whispered in her ear.

“I wish I could just make out with you right now.”

“Me too.” She sighed, wanting to spend some alone time with her husband.

To make appearances, they stayed on the dance floor for a few more songs as the guests joined them, everyone seemingly having a nice time.

Getting some fresh air outside the agglomerate of people on the dance floor, Owen and Amelia sat together at a table nearby.

“Okay, what’s next for us to do, Mrs. Hunt?” Owen asked, going through their wedding obligations in his head.

Amelia smiled widely when he called her ‘Mrs. Hunt’. Even though she wasn’t changing her name due to artistic reasons, it was nice hearing that.

“Come with me.” She smirked at him, grabbing his hand and pulling Owen out of his chair. Both of them just wanted to be alone for a little while at their own wedding and that’s what she was getting them.

“Where are we going?” Owen frowned as Amelia took him away from the crowd and through the hidden back door of the room.

It was an open space with some heavy boxes around, probably from the band’s instruments, and a little old bench. That space could be used for smokers but there was no one there in that moment.

“You said you wanted to make out.” Amelia smirked at him and motioned to the empty space, once Owen closed the door behind them.

“God, I love you so much.” Owen smiled and quickly grabbed Amelia by the waist, pulling her hard against his body.

Their lips collided and they started kissing passionately, hands all over, since this time there was no one watching.

Owen gently pushed her against the nearest wall, putting one hand on her neck and the other on her hips.

“Wait, I probably need to be more careful.” He chuckled against her lips.

“Why the hell would you need to be careful?” She asked him, out of breath, annoyed that he’d stopped kissing her.

“I don’t know, your dress? Your makeup?” He said, not entirely sure.

“Who freaking cares about my makeup?” Amelia stated, back at devouring his lips.

They continued kissing for a while and slowly stopped, resting their foreheads against the other while both tried to regain their breath.

“I seriously cannot wait for Hawaii.” Owen said, talking about their honeymoon trip. After all the stress before the wedding and barely having any time to enjoy each other, he just wanted to relax on a beach with his wife.

“Me either.” Amelia agreed, putting her arms over his shoulders, a smile on her face. “Just you and me with some peace and quiet.”

The couple talked in each other’s arms for a few more minutes and took pictures of each other on Owen’s phone, a memory for them to have of that moment.

When Amelia had just taken a silly selfie on her husband’s phone, the door beside them opened, revealing an astonished Maggie.

“Oh my God, are you kidding me? You two have been hiding here this whole time?!” She exclaimed, an unbelievable look on her face. “What are you? Teenagers?”

“Sorry, Maggie, we just…” Amelia using an excuse, but couldn’t contain her laughter at Maggie’s expression.

“Oh God, Amelia, look at you! Your lipstick is all smudged!” She promptly got a tissue from Owen’s jacket pocket and wiped Amelia’s face. “Seriously, sometimes I feel like your mother.”

“You sure act like it.” Amelia joked, still laughing. “Even more than my mom does, actually.”

“Okay, c’mon. You guys need to cut the cake. Me and Sophie have been looking everywhere for you!” Maggie ushered the two of them back to the room where the reception was happening.

Owen and Amelia cut the big white cake and actually got to enjoy the party and socialize with their friends.

By 3am, the party was finally over. Owen said goodbye to his mom and her boyfriend and there were only him, Amelia, Maggie and Nathan left. The newlyweds almost demanded their two friends to go home, but Maggie insisted on staying and helping out with the things they’d keep from the party, stating she had promised Amelia’s mom she’d do so, sending the woman home. And Nathan, being Maggie’s boyfriend and her ride home, stayed as well and helped carry around a few boxes.

Owen made his way to the table Amelia was sitting at and threw himself on the chair beside her, exhausted.

“Do we just let them take care of it all?” He asked, seeing Maggie and Nathan walking back and forth.

“Why the hell not?” Amelia shrugged her shoulders, taking off her shoes and resting her feet on Owen’s legs. “We already did a lot today. I mean, we got married, for Christ’s sake!”

Owen laughed out loud at Amelia’s statement that getting married was already doing a lot.

“High five to getting married.” She raised her palm and Owen high fived her, both of them laughing.

Owen threw his head back and closed his eyes for a bit as he massaged Amelia’s feet on his lap, enjoying the quiet time with her at that after party vibe.

“Okay, so what is the next step for us?” He heard Amelia asking and opened his eyes, frowning at her in confusion.

“Huh?”

“I mean, we hooked up, we dated, got engaged and now we’re married. What’s next for us?” She explained her question. Unlike Owen, Amelia had never been in such a serious relationship before, at least not one where she planned a future with the person, not even back when she was a teenager. So, the whole thing was kind of new to her.

“I don’t know… Kids?” Owen answered, not sure.

“Yeah, let’s hang on a little about that.” Amelia chuckled.

“Of course. For now, we can just enjoy each other.” Owen smirked, his hand going up her dress a little bit to show his intentions.

“I’d love that, babe. But all I really want now is to get some rest, seriously.” She said, lying back on the chair, exhausted.

“Don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll be flying to Hawaii and you’ll be able to get lots of rest.” He smiled at her, excited for their honeymoon.

“I can’t wait.” She bit her bottom lip, smiling back at her husband.

Both Owen and Amelia were dying to finally get to their much awaited two week honeymoon and spend some time with each other after all the busy days preceding the wedding.

They just didn’t know they’d have so many obstacles on the way and what would come out of it in the end.