The One Fanfiction

Chapter 31: Part 1

Chapter 31

A few days. Just a few days until I'm getting married. I was so not ready.
I was going to play the violin with a band at the reception. I couldn't seem to get this song down. Every time I tried, my mind would drift to Maxon and I'd waste half an hour daydreaming.
I was going to make a fool of myself. Not exactly something you want to happen at your wedding.
My eyelids were drooping and I jerked up before I fell asleep. It was getting late. How late I wasn't sure, but the moon and stars had been up for hours. My violin was in my hands. I'd been practicing all day, but it seemed even years of playing couldn't beat wedding jitters.
I raised my bow to the instrument and played the music I front of me.
I played the first measure perfectly. Then, another one. And another. My confidence grew as the end drew near. Almost there. I think I can-
Screech!
I flinched as the sound came from my instrument. This is what kept happening. As soon as I got confident, I would mess up. It just wasn't fair. The song was ridiculously simple, so why was it so impossible to get right?
I swore under my breath and started again. Halfway through, my eyes started to close. As soon as I'd managed to pull them open again, there was a soft knock on my door and Maxon came in.
"America! It's two in the morning! Why are you still up?"
"Why are you?" My voice slurred from the exhaustion.
"Touché," he smirked. "I was talking with my father and we lost track of time. Now answer my question."
I sighed, "I can't get this song and the wedding is so close. I have to learn it."
Maxon shook his head and came closer to me. He sat me down on the bed and I was too tired to fight him. Maxon sat down behind me. He rested his warm hands on my shoulders. He began massaging my neck. It felt so good. I felt myself relaxing.
I was about to fall asleep, when I realized what he was doing. That sneaky little weasel! He was trying to make me sleep when I needed to practice! I attempted to struggle, but Maxon kept a firm, but gentle, grip on me as he rubbed the tension from my stiff neck.
"Shh, America. Just go to sleep, love."
"I need to practice." I tried to raise the violin back to playing position, but Maxon reached around me and grabbed the violin and bow. I was so weak, my fingers held on hardly a second before releasing. He put the instrument back in the case beside my bed.
I leaned over him trying to reach the case. Maxon easily fended off my feeble efforts. He laid me down on my back and settled down next to me. He ran a hand through my hair, giving me the chills. I was putty in his hands and he knew it.
"You're going to be in so much trouble when I wake up," I mumbled drowsily.
"Oh, am I now?"
"Yes."
I rolled over to face him. I moved closer and put my arms around his waist. I rested my head on his chest and let his heartbeat lull me to sleep.

When October thirty-first finally came around I was so nervous, that I couldn't stay still. And- yes. We were betting married an Halloween. It felt symbolic.
Anyways, I was on red alert. Maxon and I had made sure extra guards were inside the chapel. Guard surrounded the building. We were assured it was safe, but my heart kept on beating rapidly.
My mom and May tried to calm me as Mary did my hair. May couldn't keep from smiling as she watched me. She looked like I should. Giddy and excited. If I could be like her, I would be perfectly fine.
Mom was rubbing my arms soothingly. She was smiling, but I could see a spark of worry in her eyes. Her gaze would flicker to the door every now and then as if she expected rebels to storm in and take me away. I was glad I wasn't the only one.
"It's going to be fine, honey," my sister, Kenna, said from across the room where she sat on a plush couch watching us. I was glad she was here. Kenna always made me feel a little less unsettled. I accidentally moved my head as I gave her a grateful smile. Mary huffed as I messed up her work.
Mary winked down at me and started again. I smirked and glanced down at my hands. My engagement ring had been moved to my right hand to make room for the wedding band. My left ring finger felt so bare and it tingled at the thought of putting on a ring that meant I was officially Maxon's.
It was really happening. I was getting married.