Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

Warnings: This fanfiction is rated M for a reason.


And So It Is

Chapter 20

I pushed the plate with the grapefruit on it away from me. I was in no mood to eat this morning. I would be married this afternoon and at the moment my stomach was churning. My mother planned this stupid "Bridesmaids Brunch" bullshit and I was expected to be there, the blushing bride to be, with a brilliant smile on my face.

I left Richard's place early in the morning, before it was even light outside. I needed to think, and God forbid my darling mother found out about my late night escapade to his place and immediately onto his soft, silk sheets.

"This is so exciting. Whatever made you decide to choose Gotham's Botanical Gardens?"

I gave Rachel a look that said 'Are you seriously asking me this when I feel so horrible at the moment?' I ignored her question and took a sip of water. Rachel smirked and asked again, a little louder to ensure my mother heard.

"Korina chose the botantical gardens because of the beautiful serene atmosphere and the way all the flowers and plants will sparkle in the glowing sunset." Everyone 'oohed' and 'awwed' at my mother's response. I rolled my eyes.

"Thank you for answering for me." I muttered. I glanced at Mandy who was eyeing one of the waiters. He was an eyecatcher, but I was never really into blondes. I like my men tall, dark, and dangerous. I looked around the rest of the room, which was filled with cousins and friends I haven't seen since junior high/ high school. My mother was really taking this wedding thing overboard.

I finished the rest of my water and stood from my seat.

"Honey, where are you going?"

I looked at my mother and tried not to roll my eyes, "Well, you see. I am not feeling to well and I figured I should rest before the ceremony."

"But the ceremony isn't until sunset. You still have a good six hours." I ignored my cousin Leila and told my mother, "I would prefer not to vomit all over myself during the ceremony and embarass our family." With that witty remark, I was immediately escorted to my room and told to lay down and rest.


The hours seemed to sweep by so quickly and before I knew it, there was only two hours until the ceremony. I had an unbelievably horrible migraine and I felt so completely sick to my stomach. I winced as the hairdresser brushed my hair, they could be so rough sometimes. I looked at Rachel and she smiled and winked at me.

The dress we picked out for the bridesmaids were a lovely pale gold color, almost that of wine or champagne. There were formfitting, with a criss cross ribbon stringed style backing. There was a long slit up the back to allow for them to walk. The dresses were really lovely. Since Rachel was my matron of honor, being she's married now and all, her dress was in the same style, but a lovely emerald green color. That shade of green really is beautiful for her complexion.

I glanced over at my dress that was laying out on the bed. It was a gorgeous ivory color. It was a strapless, corset style gown with a long slit up to mid thigh. It had intricate beading with tiny crystals through out the chest area. It shimmered in the light and was positively breathtaking.

"Here are the diamonds." My mother opened up a black silk cloth and inside were hundreds of flawless diamonds. I stared at them and then shook my head.

"I don't need them. My tiara has enough diamonds."

"Darling, you are practically royalty and you are marrying the prince of Gotham. The diamonds will look lovely." I just sighed and sat back in my chair. I knew I wasn't going to win this argument, and I was too tired to even try and put up a fight. I bit my lip when the silver, silk ribbons came out. Although I knew my hair would look gorgeous, I also knew it would be a painful look to achieve.

I made eye contact with Rachel and tried to take my mind off of the pain to come. "Are you sure you can handle Tristan?"

Rachel beamed at me and nodded enthusiastically, "Yes. Gar and I are actually looking forward to it. We want to have our own baby soon and watching him for three weeks shouldn't be a problem." Yes, a three week honeymoon. I had almost forgotten. Three weeks with just Richard and myself and no worries in the world. We were to be leaving tonight, our plane leaves at 1:10 a.m. and we are headed to Rome. I almost yelped as the hairdresser tugged exceptionally hard on one strand of hair as she was sewing in the diamonds and ribbons.

I closed my eyes as eyeliner and glitter was applied to my face. I felt my hair being held up as a gorgeous, eight carat diamond necklace was being placed around my neck. It was family tradition. My grandmother wore it when she married my grandfather; and my mother wore it when she married my father. Now it was my turn. It was surprisingly lighter than it looked and felt cool to my heated skin.

I stood and made my way over to the bed. My mother was tending to my sister's dress when I was told to slip off my robe so I could have the gown put on. I shifted as one of the many stylists my mother insisted on being present slid on my white thigh highs. The lingerie I wore was specially made. It consisted of a white silk thong with special embroidery of "R.G." in diamonds and a matching garter. I didn't need to wear a bra with the gown and I know Richard wouldn't mind, so I didn't bother with the contraption.

I stepped into the gown and it was pulled up and all of the fifty plus buttons were buttoned.I had yet to look into the mirror because I was nervous. Would he like how I look? Would he think I was beautiful? I winced a bit as my mother jammed the diamond encrusted tiara on my head. I was almost regretting choosing the tiara over a veil. I have way too many diamonds on. I swear it's like I'm swimming in them. Too many diamonds for my taste.

"You look beautiful!" My mother cried happily with tears in her eyes. I glanced at Rachel who had a look of disbelief on her face.

"My god, you are beautiful. More beautiful than usual if that's possible." She sounded completely shocked.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes before turning to face the full length mirror. I wasn't sure if I was ready to see myself. I was worried that I wouldn't look good. I slowly opened my eyes and gasped at the sight before me. I looked more beautiful than I could ever remember. The dress was absolutely perfect on me and my make up was immaculate. A natural look with an exotic edge. My hair was down in thick, full curls with diamonds and ribbons laced through out it. I looked like a princess. No, I looked like a queen.

If Richard didn't like me in this then he was gay. He would have to be. I made eye contact with Rachel who was standing behind me in the mirror. Her eyes were glittering with unshed tears and I could tell she was truly happy for me. I smiled at her and felt my stomach drop as my elbow length white gloves were put on. It was almost time and I was more than a little nervous.

"Come on honey. We need to get you downstairs and into the waiting room before your father escorts you outside through the gardens." I nodded dumbly and followed everyone to the elevator. It was almost time. That thought kept repeating itself in my head. In a few moments my life would forever be bonded to his, not that it wasn't already.. we do have Tristan, but still.. it's a terrifying thought. I would belong to only one person for the rest of my life. Could I handle it? Yes, I know I could, but could he?

I found myself alone in the waiting room. Ihadn't even realized we had come this far or the fact that everyone had left me alone. I was so absolutely terrified. I was nervous, scared, frustrated. I can't even begin to describe the other mix of emotions running through me. The thing that scared me most was that simple thought: Could he handle being with just one person?

I don't know. I don't know and I'm almost afraid to find out.

"Darling are you ready?" My father's voice came through the door. I mumbled a "yes." and quickly opened the door to face him.

"My little princess is all grown up." He smiled brilliantly. I could feel a lump in my throat. I just stared at my father, my daddy.

"You aren't disappointed in me are you daddy?" I asked him, my voice cracking.

My father looked at me with concern, "Kori why would I be anything, but proud of you?"

I stared at my father a moment before looking at the ground. "Because of everything that happened. Because of me practically breaking up Richard's engagement to Barbara. Because I had Tristan with out being married. Because I feel like I let you down.." I was starting to mumble and I was desperately trying to hold back my tears. I felt like the world was weighing down on my shoulders. It was as if at any moment, I would collapse from an anxiety attack.

"Darling," My father's voice was gentle as he lifted my chin to look at him, "You are my baby, my princess. I love you and your sister more than anything in this world. Richard was never meant for Barbara, just as you were never meant for Xavier. You and Richard were born for eachother. I knew when you first dated him all those years ago that he was the one for you. No one has made my little girl as happy as he has. And Tristan, he is the sunshine of my life. My little grandson made from the love of two people. Baby, you aren't a disappointment to me."

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He grabbed my arm and began escorting me towards the gardens where my life would forever be changed. I felt a little relief at my father's words, but I was still deathly nervous about this whole wedding thing. I was almost positive thatRichard would change his mind at the last minute and refuse to marry me or not even be at the altar at all.

My father and I stood at the double doors that led out to the gardens. I could see the silver aisle laced with lavender roses. I could see the guests watching Rachel, the last bridesmaid and my matron of honor, walking down the aisle. From what I could see of Richard, he was fidgeting, looking extremely nervous.

The doors were opening and I took a deep breath. I had never been so fucking terrified in my entire life.

The sunset was beautiful in the distance as all the guests stood as I made my grand entrance. I was so nervous. I could hear the gasps of the people and the whispers about how beautiful I looked. It made me almost want to smile. I refused to look at Richard, I was way too nervous and scared. It seemed like we were approaching the altar way too fast and I was tempted to slow down, but I know that would be frowned upon.

The next thing I knew, I was standing next to Richard facing the priest. I still had not looked at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. I prayed they weren't filled with contempt or thoughts of leaving me here. Richard held my gloved hand in his, lacing his fingers through mine. He squeezed my hand for comfort when I started shaking. It was slight, but still noticable by him.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, We are gathered here today to join Richard Grayson and Korina Anders in holy matrimony.." The priest began, but I looked past him and focused on the setting sun. My God, it was beautiful. All of the oranges and pinks of the sky combined to form this beautiful design. I was so enraptured in it, I completely missed most of priest's speech about faithfulness and marriage and yada yada. I was yanked out of my lovefest with the sunset when I was abruptly turned to face Richard.

He is so damn beautiful.

His hair was left unruly and partially covering his sparkling blue eyes. His facial expression was so confident and sure of himself, like he wasn't scared at all. His black on black tuxedo fit him like second skin and I knew I fell a little bit more in love with him in that moment. I was lost in his smell, his touch, his eyes. His eyes that held so much love and respect for me.

"This is the time that you have chosen to become husband and wife. We are here not only to witness your commitment to each other, but to wish you every happiness in your future life together. Marriage is founded on sincerity and understanding which leads to tolerance, confidence and trust. We believe that those qualities which have attracted you both to each other, can be best developed during a life spent together. A happy marriage will enable you to establish a home with love and stability where your family and friends will always be welcome. Do you Korina Anders take Richard Grayson as your lawfully wedded husband?"

My eyes never wavered from Richards, "I do."

"And do you Richard Grayson take Korina Anders as your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest's voice rang in my ears and I almost began trembling again in wait of his answer.

"My God, yes. I do."

His voice sounded so strong, but filled with emotion. I smiled brilliantly at him and he smiled back. I was lost in his eyes again. Those beautiful blue pools of love. I never figured myself for being a sappy person, but I love this man so deeply it hurts. I vaguely heard the priest mention something about rings, but I was toocaptivated bythe man in front of me to notice until he grabbed my hand and slipped off my glove. He slid a platinum band filled with diamonds that was bonded to my engagement ring onto my slender finger. It was amazing how the diamondsglittered in the glowing remains of the sun. I couldn't imagine how the diamonds in my hair shone. I slid a platinum band that was engraved on the inside with our names onto his finger. He smiled at me and it lit up my world.

We stared at eachother as the priest continued to speak.

"A reading from Corinthians 1;13. Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited, it is never rude or selfish, it does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's faults, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope. It is always ready to endure whatever comes. True love does not come to an end.

"You have declared before all of us that you will live together in marriage. You have made special promises to each other, which have been symbolized by the joining of hands, taking of vows and the giving and receiving of two ring's. By the authority vested in me in the city of Gotham, I now pronounce you to be husband and wife. Now that the ceremony is over and the experience of living day by day is about to begin, go and meet it gladly. Embrace each other."

And we did. "Beautiful." Was all Richard breathed before he kissed me with such passion that I needed to lean against him for support. I was married to the most wonderful man in the world. Everything was going to be okay.

I was Mrs. Richard Grayson and I was so desperately in love.

And so it is

Just like you said it would be

Life goes easy on me

Most of the time

And so it is

The shorter story

No love, no glory

No hero in her sky

I can't take my eyes off of you

I can't take my eyes off of you

I can't take my eyes...

And so it is

Just like you said it should be

We'll both forget the breeze

Most...of the time

And so it is

The colder water

The blower's daughter

The pupil in denial

I can't take my mind off of you

I can't take my mind off of you

I can't take my mind...

The End.

And that song is "The Blower's Daughter" by Damian Rice and also where I got the title for this story. Once again thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. I tried to make this a non-dramatic chapter just because I wanted to end it on a good note. Musicgal93 won the 'oneshot written by me' contest thingy and her oneshot will be up soon. It's called "Far Away" and I also have another oneshot almost ready to be posted called "Linger" and both are Robin/Starfire alt. universe fics.

You all are amazing and I never expected this story to capture this much attention. It started as a simple plotline in my head and developed into something none of us could have imagined. Once again thank you so much and I look forward to writing more fics if you are looking forward to reading them.