May 1; 5:58pm

Gigi was nervous. God, how she was nervous. She really shouldn't have been nervous, though. It wasn't like she expected Ollie to leave her at the alter. No, they had talked every day since they met. Gigi even tried to see him as much as possible. Not because she was creepy or anything. She just really enjoyed Ollie's company. He was so sweet and funny. His personality was simply lovely and seemed to get along quite well with hers.

She took one last look at herself in the mirror of the bathroom, giving herself a few last minutes to herself. Gigi tucked a few brunette strands back behind her ear that had fallen loose of the low, messy side-bun her hair had been pulled up into. She pulled a small tube of lipgloss out that had been safely tucked inside her strapless bra, applying the stuff to her lips as she thought about how fast everything had started to move in the last few days.

Gigi was getting to know the man that she was about to walk down the aisle to. She could easily see herself falling in love with him and she really hoped that he felt the exact same way. Things were just so right with him. The way her hand seemed to fit perfectly into his. How his lips felt on hers when they kissed for the first time. And times after. And he smelled so lovely. Gigi caught herself smiling in the mirror, biting on her bottom lip gently before tucking the gloss safely back into her bra. She was about to become Mrs. Oliver Washburne and no matter how many scowls her brother gave her or how often he referred to Ollie as Lieutenant Dan from 'Forrest Gump,' Gigi was going through with this because she could see herself happy with Ollie.

Her mom had said the same thing to her moments before. The two had talked about the older man and how he seemed to be perfect for Gigi. The whole family had made it in the day before to spend time with the couple and to get to know the man who was about to marry into their family. Her dad had brought their family's traditional moonshine wedding gift for the two to toast their marriage to after it was all over with. Everything went along without a hitch and Ollie was welcomed into the family with large hugs, pats on the back, and firm handshakes. Not to mention the obligatory father talk where her dad told Ollie that if he hurt his little girl, he'd hurt Ollie. Because no one messed with his little, thank you. But Gigi fairly certain that she did not have a thing to worry about where Ollie was concerned.

The knock at the door signified to Georgia that it was time to go. With one more deep breath and smile to herself in the mirror, she made her way out of the bathroom. Her arm linked with her father's and he kissed the top of her head. "You look beautiful, buttercup," He said to her and Gigi promised herself she wasn't going to cry. No, this was happy times. "Thank you, daddy," she said, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek and then wiped away at the light glossiness on his cheek. "He is very lucky to have you," came the statement that she expected to hear at a time like this. Gigi just nodded her head, biting on her bottom lip as she turned and they started down the aisle of the church, heading to her future.

The smile that spread over her face was so large that it was hard to miss. She had opted for no veil, so there was nothing to obstruct Oliver from her face and nothing to alter her view of his. The walk to him felt like forever and she was sure it was because she was ready for this whole thing to be over. Ready for Ollie to kiss his bride. Oh, how she had been waiting on that kiss all day. She was fairly certain that she was more excited about that part than anything else. Gigi even made sure the gloss that she wore wasn't a ridiculous color and wasn't the sticky kind. She wanted their first kiss as husband and wife to be perfect.

A faint blush started to set in over her face as she stood before Oliver, her father giving her away to the man she was rather excited about spending the rest of her life with. Because as far as she was concerned, there was no way they weren't going to make them work. "You clean up real nice, Mr. Washburne," Gigi playfully whispered at her groom. Which was true...he looked really good right about now. She just hoped that she looked like what he was expecting. "You ready?"

ollie'd woken up early that morning. early enough that the sun was a sleepy red. he'd had a bit of a late night the night before, but he guessed that was natural. he was excited. he'd spent his time rearranging the boxes he'd packed his stuff into, ending up building a box fort at around midnight and falling asleep in there, using luka as a pillow. in fact, luka was what woke him- the dog extricated herself from underneath owner, causing him to whack the back of his head on the floor a little too hard for his liking. no chance of a concussion or anything, but it hurt like hell and was way better than an alarm clock. he was pretty sure luka was excited too- she'd spent the morning trying to fit into small spaces, then dashing madly to the next one. he figured it was her way of saying goodbye to the house. the best part were her small, almost epileptic leaps into the air, her legs flailing every way they could before she hit the ground again.

he'd eventually managed to get her to relax as he drank his third cup of coffee, before heading into his bedroom. he had some stuff he wanted to do today, and he had until half five before he had to be at the church. he got dressed in a t-shirt and jeans after going through the usual routine of putting his leg on, before heading out of the house, luka at his side. he needed... what did he need? he wanted to get a ribbon for luka to wear, seeing as she'd be at his side later and her service jacket wasn't exactly smart. and he wanted to get something nice for them to have when they got to their new house. he kind of knew that there would likely be a party of some kind tonight, judging by gigi's family. he'd been slightly dreading that, but... he'd liked them. he hadn't known what to expect, but it was absolutely fine. even gigi's brother had made him laugh- the lieutenant dan thing was a new one. he normally got 'long john silver' or something similar. he'd almost choked laughing at that, and although he could tell the guy wasn't thrilled about gigi marrying a stranger, he kind of hoped he was glad it was ollie.

at least he'd gotten on well with her dad. despite the obligatory threats, ollie'd enjoyed the family. although that didn't matter. he'd have married gigi if her family'd turned out to be the physical embodiment of every negative stereotype he could think of. she was just... the sweetest girl he knew. he'd written to nadia about her, and she'd phoned him a few nights ago to mutually be excited for him. despite all they'd gone through, his ex-wife was a very good friend. he was glad he could talk to her still; it wasn't really awkward as they'd never been more than friends except in name.

he'd stopped by panaroma, ordering a dozen cupcakes to be delivered to the address where he and gigi would be living from tonight, before stopping by the pizza place. he figured that they'd probably be too worn out from moving in and the wedding to want to cook properly, so it was all preparation, really. then it was time to quest for a ribbon. he eventually found one in the shop that sold wedding dresses, although he had to leave luka outside, just in case she got stuff on the dresses. that was fair enough, really.

after a walk, then the drive home and a shower, it was almost one. he'd never felt so organised, and after lunch he figured he may as well relax a bit, reading one of the books he hadn't packed until it was time to go. luka woke him up at half four by jumping on him. sometimes he didn't know where he'd be without her- alarm clock, assistant... he was pretty damn glad he'd picked her out of the various dogs he'd looked at. the fox-faced dog waited, impatiently, at the door, as ollie gathered the stuff he'd need for the ceremony- the suit, shoes and anything else- before heading out the door. he left the keys in his locked mailbox, as the letter'd said, before getting into the car, luka diving over him to get into the passenger side, ollie's suit and shoes in the back, the suit zipped into a clothes bag to prevent luka getting dog hair all over it. he'd pretty much used up a roll of tape de-hairing her the previous night, but it was getting warmer and luka's response to that was to promptly shed as much fur as she could without going bald.

the church was the same, and he was shown to his little dressing room without incident. he removed luka's jacket, tying the ribbon around her neck, before sending her to sit outside as he got changed. it didn't take long, ollie checking himself out in the mirror for a few minutes before leaving, taking his bag of clothes to his car then heading into the chapel. he has about a quarter of an hour left now, and he felt... odd. it was just nerves, but as he sat there, luka's tail thumping against the floor. "soon, girl." he slipped his hand into his pockets, feeling the rings he'd slipped in there as he dressed. "you gonna go home with me and gigi?"
luka almost stood, her tongue lolling as she wiggled in place. yeah, maybe talking to your dog was... odd, but he didn't mind. luka was a calming influence, after all.

he crouched, adjusting luka's bow, before the music began and he hurriedly straightened, his gaze lingering on the door that seemed to open in slow-motion.

it was no surprise to him that georgia looked beautiful. she was, after all, stunning with her hair down, in casual clothes. but even so, her appearance now brought a huge smile to ollie's face as she seemed to float towards him, turning to face him, her cheeks flushing slightly. "not lookin' too bad yourself, miss porter- though not miss for much longer, right?"
luka stood, tail wagging furiously, but she didn't leave ollie's side, no matter how she obviously wanted to jump up at gigi and bark like mad with the happiness that was so evident in the dog's eyes. "i think luka thinks she's marrying you."

There was just something about that feeling that coursed through your body that was a mix of excitement, nervousness, slight upset stomach, and pure happiness. Sure, it made you feel like butterflies and bunnies were having a fight in your stomach, but it was still quite lovely all the same. They were fighting for a good cause, after all. And even though Georgia felt queasy, she didn't feel like she was going to puke all over everything. Which was a good thing. No one wanted a puke bride. Plus she would want the chance to brush her teeth before the kiss. If she puked now, there would be no chance of that happening.

Her blush settled in a little more and Gigi was just waiting for it to works its way down her shoulders and chest. She knew that if she blushed hard enough, the pink would spread and be very noticeable thanks to the strapless dress that she had picked. Originally she thought the short dress was super cute. Then she started thinking about how she did like to show her shoulders off. In fact, she had worn a shirt that did just that upon their first meeting. And now they were getting married. She guessed that it just seemed right to continue the trend. Plus, he didn't really seem to mind.

Right now, he didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he was complimenting her in return. "not lookin' too bad yourself, miss porter- though not miss for much longer, right?" Gigi smiled while biting on her bottom lip and nodded. She was entirely too excited about this whole ordeal. " Porter will be gone, too," she added with a smirk. I think I am trading up nicely though." She added, looking down from him at the wiggly dog by his side.

Luka stood, tail wagging furiously, but she didn't leave ollie's side. She really did seem to be a good dog. "i think luka thinks she's marrying you." Ollie said, causing Gigi to let out a soft laugh as she shook her head.

"Poor girl. You won't think she will be too heartbroken, do you? I mean, she's sweet and all, but I kind of have my eyes set on someone else." Gigi said with a soft smile. "he's missing a leg, though. you don't think that will make him late for the wedding do you? I would hate to have him hobbling around just to get to the church, you know?" She said, slightly flirtatious, though sort of failing at it this time around. Oh well, she would just blame it on the nerves. And the fact that all she had had to eat today was chicken nuggets.

Gigi tried not to bounce on the balls of her feet too much. Mostly because she was worried she would pop out of her wedding dress. And that wasn't really a story to tell the grandkids. She was just so excited, though. She handed her flowers off to her brother and took Ollie's hands in her own. God, she loved those hands already. Her just seemed to fit in so nicely in them. She give his manly hands a gentle squeeze since she might get teased too much for letting out a girlish squealing sound of excitement. She wanted him to know that she was excited. you know, if the whole smiling like an idiot thing wasn't a big enough of an indicator.

The officiant did his duty, reading some thing from the bible and saying a few things. Honestly, Gigi wasn't paying a damn lick of attention. She was watching Ollie's face, chewing on her bottom lip. He looked so happy and the way he smiled at her made her warm from her core. She could feel it swelling in her chest, causing her breathing to get just a little labored. Extreme happiness could do that to a person.

When it came time for her words, Gigi made sure to hold Ollie's eyes, speaking honestly to him. Her "I do" was spoken so clearly that it nearly rang like a bell. Her hands began to shake in Oliver's knowing that soon he would be sliding the ring on her finger, literally marking her as his. The lack of eating and the built up excitement was starting to get to the brunette, though and she had to close her eyes for a short moment to stop from getting dizzy. Or, at least to help the dizziness subside. They had vows to say and she didn't want to do that part with her eyes closed.

ollie honestly didn't feel like there was anyone else in the room aside from gigi- except maybe luka, but that was because luka was always at his side. she was pretty much an extension of ollie, after all. he could feel the excitement that gigi radiated as powerfully as he could feel his own, their hands joined as if to conduct that electric feeling between them. despite the bubble he'd found himself in, he could still hear things- the sniffle of someone on georgia's side who was obviously a crier, the rustle of the officiating priest as he leafed through the papers he was going to read from.

he was glad it was still beginning. a few people from gigi's side of the family were taking their places, ollie's side of the room occupied by a few friends from the airfield and his sister and her family. ollie's adopted nephews were a little too young to understand what was going on- only that uncle ollie was up at the front of the room with a strange lady. but they didn't let that concern them, instead holding their mommy's hands and looking drowsy. he had a few less people than gigi, probably because his mother couldn't fly out from australia. she just didn't have the money- ollie'd promised he'd skype her from the reception, and he saw that mona's husband had a small video recorder that obviously plugged into a usb port or something. his mum'd get to see this. he was glad for it. he knew she'd like gigi just as much as he did, albeit in a different way.

"well, thing is, he can't make it, so he sent me as a replacement. i hope you don't mind?"
he found himself pushing back laughter. this feeling... it blew all his emotions out of proportion. he'd probably have gone over the edge if gigi'd told him a bad knock-knock joke. everything was just at a high, as if he'd been injected with some drug without knowing. he didn't mind that her attempt at flirting was even potentially sub-par- all he knew was that he was marrying this girl who made goofy jokes about his leg and he couldn't have been more pleased.

the rustling of papers stopped, the church falling quiet as the priest began to speak, luka looking about at the people who were all staring at ollie and gigi. it went quickly. the priest didn't have much to say, really, just some short speech on how life brings people together in many ways, and no matter how people found each other, if there was love then it was the right thing. no mention of god aside from the bible verse, primarily because... well, ollie knew that they didn't like offending anyone who wasn't religious. ollie, personally, wouldn't have cared if he'd been offering baby goats to thor as long as he got to marry gigi. although he'd have felt sorry for the goats. the vows were traditional, simple, and although ollie was almost too excited to speak his 'i do' managed to reach everyone in the church. gigi's was a little clearer, but ollie knew that when he got excited, his aussie accent tinged his words far more than when he was calm and average.

the whole ceremony was a blur. the rings slid on, the quiet sobs from whoever it was on georgia's side, the priest's words... all of it was, honestly, secondary to ollie. he was waiting for this to be over, so they'd be married and he'd maybe stop feeling like he was about to explode. the priest cleared his throat, ollie glancing up at him as he smiled benevolently at the two of them.
"i now pronounce you man and wife. you may kiss the bride."
he'd been through this once before, that awkward kiss he and nadia shared being almost uncomfortable. nice, but uncomfortable. but this wasn't the first time he'd kissed gigi- he could remember the first, in the park, luka bouncing around them excitedly. even so, he couldn't kiss her like he wanted to- you were getting married, so anything excessive was kind of frowned upon. instead he found himself grinning, not releasing her hands as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers for a few seconds as he heard his nephew ask 'why is uncle ollie kissing that lady?'
he honestly wanted to bend her backwards, movie-style, and give them a moment to remember, but he'd save that for later- he felt liable to drop her with the way he was feeling now.