02-23-2019, 01:53 AM
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hayley stood in front of a full length mirror in the small back room she'd been getting ready in. her hair was down for the most part, the front pulled back into a small updo with flowers entwined in it. the dress she wore was fitted but comfortable, long sleeves composed of a gossamar fabric, off the shoulder to reveal the sharp angles of her collar bones and shoulders. she really did look lovely; most days, she hardly had time to brush her hair, but all done up, even with such little makeup on, she was breathtaking.
in the reflection of the doorway over her shoulder, she saw jackson standing there, leaning against the doorframe, in a suit of his own, the collar a little messed up and the coat absent, holding his tie in his hand. she could only assume he needed help with it, but he didn't ask; he simply stood there watching her with the biggest, goofiest smile.
she couldn't help giving a little twirl for him, the skirt of the dress flowing up a few inches to flash her bare feet, and she grinned and let out a small laugh. ❝you can thank ellie for the look,❞ she told him with a smile and a warm blink of her eyes, ❝i can't remember the last time i really did my hair. definitely not since hope was born.❞ she mused as she walked towards him, taking the tie out of his hands and wrapping it around his neck, adjusting the collar over it as she went to work tying it.
❝i think i should be thanking your parents,❞ he corrected, smiling down at her, ❝they're the ones who made you so...❞
this close, she could smell his cologne, she could make out the bits of gold in his brown eyes, she could feel the heat radiating off of him. as she finished the tie, she sighed and stepped closer to him, resting her cheek on his chest and looping her arms around his neck. he, in turn, wrapped his arms around the small of her waist, and they began to sway there, seemigly slow dancing without any music.
❝i never knew them.❞ she admitted quietly, and it occurred to her that she and jackson had never actually spoken about it. as they swayed there, she sighed and smiled a bit against his chest. ❝not a single memory of them. for as long as i can remember, it was just me and the tags.❞ the tags she was referring to were, of course, the dog tags she typically wore around her neck. hayley chase they'd always read, with a date below it she'd always assumed was her birthdate. she had to hope that they were somehow left by her parents, as she'd spent her entire life assuming that was her identity.
one hand move up to comb lazily through her hair, and she felt him rest his chin on the top of her head. ❝i couldn't imagine what that must have been like.❞ he murmured, sighing himself. ❝my whole life, i've always had my dad. i couldn't imagine being alone, not having him.❞ he said sadly, and she remembered that he'd never known his mother, which brought a sympathetic frown to her face.
she pulled her head back after a moment, shifting her eyes up at him. ❝i'm so scared hope will go through that, jack.❞ she whispered, voice hardly audible, pained at even the thought. ❝i have nightmares about it, about her growing up alone, never knowing you or i. i don't want her to ever wonder what one of us was like, what her life could have been like if she'd known us. i don't care about my life, all i care about is hope, but i don't want her to ever be alone. you marry me today jack, and you're swearing to me that no matter what it takes, you'll fight like hell to survive whatever comes at us, not for yourself, but for her. so she never has to wonder who her father was.❞
he understood what she meant in that moment. standing there, staring at her, there was a mutual understanding, and he slowly nodded. ❝i will, hayley,❞ he said quietly, ❝i always will, for her, for you.❞
content with that, she nodded, and after a moment leaned her head back on his chest, continuing with their quiet swaying. ❝isn't it bad luck or something for you to see me in my dress?❞ she mumbled, to get off the morbid topic of their mortality, and he erupted into a large laugh at that one.
❝i don't believe in bad luck sweetie.❞ he dismissed before pressing his lips to her forehead to plant a kiss.
hayley stood in front of a full length mirror in the small back room she'd been getting ready in. her hair was down for the most part, the front pulled back into a small updo with flowers entwined in it. the dress she wore was fitted but comfortable, long sleeves composed of a gossamar fabric, off the shoulder to reveal the sharp angles of her collar bones and shoulders. she really did look lovely; most days, she hardly had time to brush her hair, but all done up, even with such little makeup on, she was breathtaking.
in the reflection of the doorway over her shoulder, she saw jackson standing there, leaning against the doorframe, in a suit of his own, the collar a little messed up and the coat absent, holding his tie in his hand. she could only assume he needed help with it, but he didn't ask; he simply stood there watching her with the biggest, goofiest smile.
she couldn't help giving a little twirl for him, the skirt of the dress flowing up a few inches to flash her bare feet, and she grinned and let out a small laugh. ❝you can thank ellie for the look,❞ she told him with a smile and a warm blink of her eyes, ❝i can't remember the last time i really did my hair. definitely not since hope was born.❞ she mused as she walked towards him, taking the tie out of his hands and wrapping it around his neck, adjusting the collar over it as she went to work tying it.
❝i think i should be thanking your parents,❞ he corrected, smiling down at her, ❝they're the ones who made you so...❞
this close, she could smell his cologne, she could make out the bits of gold in his brown eyes, she could feel the heat radiating off of him. as she finished the tie, she sighed and stepped closer to him, resting her cheek on his chest and looping her arms around his neck. he, in turn, wrapped his arms around the small of her waist, and they began to sway there, seemigly slow dancing without any music.
❝i never knew them.❞ she admitted quietly, and it occurred to her that she and jackson had never actually spoken about it. as they swayed there, she sighed and smiled a bit against his chest. ❝not a single memory of them. for as long as i can remember, it was just me and the tags.❞ the tags she was referring to were, of course, the dog tags she typically wore around her neck. hayley chase they'd always read, with a date below it she'd always assumed was her birthdate. she had to hope that they were somehow left by her parents, as she'd spent her entire life assuming that was her identity.
one hand move up to comb lazily through her hair, and she felt him rest his chin on the top of her head. ❝i couldn't imagine what that must have been like.❞ he murmured, sighing himself. ❝my whole life, i've always had my dad. i couldn't imagine being alone, not having him.❞ he said sadly, and she remembered that he'd never known his mother, which brought a sympathetic frown to her face.
she pulled her head back after a moment, shifting her eyes up at him. ❝i'm so scared hope will go through that, jack.❞ she whispered, voice hardly audible, pained at even the thought. ❝i have nightmares about it, about her growing up alone, never knowing you or i. i don't want her to ever wonder what one of us was like, what her life could have been like if she'd known us. i don't care about my life, all i care about is hope, but i don't want her to ever be alone. you marry me today jack, and you're swearing to me that no matter what it takes, you'll fight like hell to survive whatever comes at us, not for yourself, but for her. so she never has to wonder who her father was.❞
he understood what she meant in that moment. standing there, staring at her, there was a mutual understanding, and he slowly nodded. ❝i will, hayley,❞ he said quietly, ❝i always will, for her, for you.❞
content with that, she nodded, and after a moment leaned her head back on his chest, continuing with their quiet swaying. ❝isn't it bad luck or something for you to see me in my dress?❞ she mumbled, to get off the morbid topic of their mortality, and he erupted into a large laugh at that one.
❝i don't believe in bad luck sweetie.❞ he dismissed before pressing his lips to her forehead to plant a kiss.
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