Post by Natasha on Jan 30, 2007 14:15:50 GMT -5
“Please don’t say you forgot it.”
His eyes widened just slightly at Brooke as she said that. He felt like a bigger loser than he had before. She needed her wedding to turn out right, and he was screwing it up. It was just like him, wasn’t it? Not living up to any standards set by her mother. Maybe Meredith had been right. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for Brooke. He had a pang in his chest as his eyebrows drew together.
Thank god the ring bearer had it. Frank might have had to deal with the disappointment from Brooke had it not been there… He couldn’t have dealt with that on top of everything else. Glad she was smiling, he could only smile back while she listened to him. As he slipped the ring on, the gasp that came from her only made him grin wider. Frank was glad she liked it. His heart beat faster as he heard her whisper.
“I…I, Brooklynn Madeline Garcia-”
Then Brooke was taking his hand, and he took in a deep breath. She had to get past that part… And once she did, and she laughed, he could only grin back at her. He would have kissed her, but they hadn’t been told they could yet. It wouldn’t be Garcia much longer, which was kind of exciting in it’s own right. Then thoughts started plaguing him; what if she didn’t want Pratt as her last name?
“-take you, Frank Russel Pratt, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore.”
His smile had softened and his eyes twinkled as she said it. She actually said it. She said she would take him as her husband. That was good enough for him, but everything else was nice to hear as well. Then she was slipping the ring on. Glancing down, he smiled until she was rubbing at the tattoo. Then his face froze and couldn’t do much when she looked at him. Right, the ring was on, and his face was turning red.
“ Frank Russel Pratt and Brooklynn Madeline Garcia in so much as the two of you have agreed to live together in Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, the giving of these rings and the joining of your hands, I now declare you to be husband and wife. May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you, and be gracious unto you. May the Lord lift up his countenance unto you, and give you peace. Congratulations, you may kiss your bride.”
What a mouth full. Swallowing, he turned to her once more, unable to contain his happiness as he looked upon his wife. Frank was married. To Brooke. It was still a shock that she had even accepted his proposal, let alone they were there exchanging vows. Or rather, had exchanged vows.
Now it was time for him to kiss her. Yep… Oh! Right. Shaking his head, he laughed and wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her to him, one hand on the back of her head, he pressed up against her lips, gently parting them as he enjoyed a very heartfelt kiss, hoping her mother was getting a good look. Now they were married, nothing could be said about how immoral they were. Well, at least not about what they did now… Finally, he pulled back, smiling down at her and hearing the noise around them. He felt a clap on the back from Charlie, but refused to look at the crowd just yet. Mrs. Brooklynn Pratt. “You’re lovely.”
His eyes widened just slightly at Brooke as she said that. He felt like a bigger loser than he had before. She needed her wedding to turn out right, and he was screwing it up. It was just like him, wasn’t it? Not living up to any standards set by her mother. Maybe Meredith had been right. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for Brooke. He had a pang in his chest as his eyebrows drew together.
Thank god the ring bearer had it. Frank might have had to deal with the disappointment from Brooke had it not been there… He couldn’t have dealt with that on top of everything else. Glad she was smiling, he could only smile back while she listened to him. As he slipped the ring on, the gasp that came from her only made him grin wider. Frank was glad she liked it. His heart beat faster as he heard her whisper.
“I…I, Brooklynn Madeline Garcia-”
Then Brooke was taking his hand, and he took in a deep breath. She had to get past that part… And once she did, and she laughed, he could only grin back at her. He would have kissed her, but they hadn’t been told they could yet. It wouldn’t be Garcia much longer, which was kind of exciting in it’s own right. Then thoughts started plaguing him; what if she didn’t want Pratt as her last name?
“-take you, Frank Russel Pratt, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore.”
His smile had softened and his eyes twinkled as she said it. She actually said it. She said she would take him as her husband. That was good enough for him, but everything else was nice to hear as well. Then she was slipping the ring on. Glancing down, he smiled until she was rubbing at the tattoo. Then his face froze and couldn’t do much when she looked at him. Right, the ring was on, and his face was turning red.
“ Frank Russel Pratt and Brooklynn Madeline Garcia in so much as the two of you have agreed to live together in Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, the giving of these rings and the joining of your hands, I now declare you to be husband and wife. May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you, and be gracious unto you. May the Lord lift up his countenance unto you, and give you peace. Congratulations, you may kiss your bride.”
What a mouth full. Swallowing, he turned to her once more, unable to contain his happiness as he looked upon his wife. Frank was married. To Brooke. It was still a shock that she had even accepted his proposal, let alone they were there exchanging vows. Or rather, had exchanged vows.
Now it was time for him to kiss her. Yep… Oh! Right. Shaking his head, he laughed and wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her to him, one hand on the back of her head, he pressed up against her lips, gently parting them as he enjoyed a very heartfelt kiss, hoping her mother was getting a good look. Now they were married, nothing could be said about how immoral they were. Well, at least not about what they did now… Finally, he pulled back, smiling down at her and hearing the noise around them. He felt a clap on the back from Charlie, but refused to look at the crowd just yet. Mrs. Brooklynn Pratt. “You’re lovely.”