Wes's POV

I could feel the sun streaming in through the bedroom window on my face. The warmth woke me. I started to roll over but realized Macy had snuggled close to me during the night and had draped her left arm across my chest. I shifted his body slightly and Macy nuzzled closer to me. Her breathing was even and relaxed.

Delia had given us both a three-day weekend off with instructions not to show our faces until Tuesday. Macy was exhausted after spending the previous week on working late night catering jobs, plus her day job as the athletic director at Lakeview High, and I was almost as exhausted from refusing to sleep until she was home safely.

While she slept, I gently and reassuringly rubbed her arm. I smiled, thinking how I was always amazed that someone so small and seemingly fragile could be so tough physically, mentally and emotionally. I laid in the sunshine that Saturday morning giving thanks that I'd found the love of my life before I'd gotten old.

Macy let out a soft, contented moan cueing me that she was starting to wake. I followed gently the contour of her arm down to her hand where I felt the engagement ring that I'd presented to her the day she accepted my marriage proposal. My finger circled the stone three times before I caressed her hand. Macy surprised me by turning her hand over and twining her fingers through mine.

After more than a few seconds she said hoarsely, "Mornin.' Any idea what the time is?"

I chuckled. "You had me pinned in this position and I couldn't reach my watch or the clock; but since the sun is streaming in the window, I'd say it's after eight thirty."

She buried her face in my shoulder. "I don't want to open my eyes. I want to sleep all day."

"You can do just that, but you're going to have to let me up."

Macy laughed and scooted away from me, releasing him. She raised her head to look at the clock. "It's eight forty-three, Wes. How do you do that?"

"Just a ninja skill they taught me in juvi. I keep track of times for sunrise and sunset, so I have a pretty good idea of the time when I have a sense of the sun," I explained. "On a cloudy day, it's checking my watch or the clock all the way."

Macy giggled at me and rolled out of bed to pad into the bathroom. When she returned, I got up to use the bathroom. As I closed the door behind him I smiled when he heard Macy crawl back under the comforter. I splashed water on my face and brushed the morning breath out of my mouth and rejoined Macy in the bed. She snuggled close and gave me a warm, sensual hug before relaxing her head on my shoulder and her left hand on my chest. We lay quietly enjoying being together until I put my hand over hers, cleared my throat and asked, "When are we going to pick a date for the wedding so I can slip the amazing wedding band I got you on this finger?" I gently tugged her ring finger.

Macy let out a deep sigh. The thought of planning a wedding and trying to make their diverse families happy was overwhelming to her. "Why don't we pick a date and have one of your judge friends perform the ceremony in his chambers?"

"Macy, I think both families are expecting a little more than a phone call telling them we went to the courthouse during lunch and got married."

"You're right. I want to BE married to you. I just don't want to plan the wedding. Mom's given me some great advice, but she's not up to helping with the running around. Delia can help, but the girls and the catering business have to come first. I can't make an appointment with a planner and then run off with the sports teams to Chicago."

"I understand," I said patting her hand, "But we need to pick a date and make some plans, simple though they may be."

She raised her head and studied my expression before she spoke. "Simple? Really? Simple would be ok with you?"

"I'm all about simplicity," I said with an easy smile. "The simpler we make it, the quicker we can tie the knot and start our lives together. So, yes. Simple is fine as far as I'm concerned."

Macy sighed deeply. "I am just afraid that my mom is expecting the social event of the season. I've been putting things off because I knew I couldn't meet that kind of expectation. What does Delia expect?"

"She doesn't really expect anything."

"My mom did say she'll help us pay for things. Evidently, they put money away for both Caroline's and my weddings," Macy giggled. "Looks like my dowry fund has had a lot more time to earn interest."

"So … where do we start? Date first or decide on a church and see what dates are available?" I asked as he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"That's the problem," Macy explained. "The churches are booked for months out, and so are the reception venues. It just seems like so much work for no more people than we'll be inviting," Macy said as she laid out her clothes on the foot the bed.

She straightened up and turned toward the kitchen where I was making coffee. "Wes? How many people are we going to invite?" She walked into the kitchen and repeated the question.

"I heard you the first time," I said quietly. "I was thinking. There's my brother, Kristy and Monica, with their plus ones and definitely Deliah and Pete. Who's on your must-invite list?"

"Well aside from my family, I don't have any good friends left in Lakeview. Everyone scattered after we graduated," Macy said sadly. "The way I see it, we could have about 20 people at our wedding, if everyone was able to come."

"That's about the same count I come up with," I said as I handed Macy the cup of coffee I'd just poured for her.


"You sound like you have an idea."

"I do, but it involves Delia and Pete," she said softly and then hesitated. "Do you think they would let us get married in their back yard? It's really beautiful since they had the landscaper come."

I smiled as I sipped my coffee, knowing Delia would be ecstatic to host their wedding. "Well," I said thoughtfully, "the easiest way to find out is to call her. Are you sure? I wouldn't want us to do anything that would hurt your mother's feelings?"

"My mother would be fine. She's living in that new condo (A/N She moved because the house was too big for just her to keep up with), which is great for retirement but not so great for entertaining more than a few people at a time."

I nodded, "Ok. If you're sure about this, we'll give her a call today." I set my cup on the counter, wrapped my arms around Macy and gave her a loving hug. We enjoyed the intimacy of a soft, passionate kiss and then held each other.

Macy POV
"I think," Wes said, as we lounged in our living room, "That we should write our own wedding vows."

I nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. I think we should."

"Here. I think I have it all figured out." He tossed me a note pad.

"Pastor: Will you answer me right now
These questions, as your wedding vow?

Groom: Yes, I will answer right now
Your questions as my wedding vow.

Pastor: Will you take her as your wife?
Will you love her all your life?

Groom: Yes, I take her as my wife,
Yes, I'll love her all my life.

Pastor: Will you have, and also hold
Just as you have at this time told?

Groom: Yes, I will have, and I will hold,
Just as I have at this time told,
Yes, I will love her all my life
As I now take her as my wife.

Pastor: Will you love through good and bad?
Whether you're happy or sad?

Groom: Yes, I'll love through good and bad,
Whether we're happy or sad,
Yes, I will have and I will hold
Just as I have already told,
Yes, I will love her all my life,
Yes, I will take her as my wife!

Pastor: Will you love her if you're rich?
Or if you're poor, and in a ditch?

Groom: Yes, I'll love her if we're rich,
And I will love her in a ditch,
I'll love her through good times and bad,
Whether we are happy or sad,
Yes, I will have, and I will hold
(I could have sworn this has been told!)
I promise to love all my life
This woman, as my lawful wife!

Pastor: Will you love her when you're fit,
And also when you're feeling sick?

Groom: Yes, I'll love her when we're fit,
And when we're hurt, and when we're sick,
And I will love her when we're rich
And I will love her in a ditch
And I will love through good and bad,
And I will love when glad or sad,
And I will have, and I will hold
Ten years from now a thousandfold,
Yes, I will love for my whole life
This lovely woman as my wife!

Pastor: Will you love with all your heart?
Will you love till death you part?

Groom: Yes, I'll love with all my heart
From now until death do us part,
And I will love her when we're rich,
And when we're broke and in a ditch,
And when we're fit, and when we're sick,
(Oh, CAN'T we get this finished quick?)
And I will love through good and bad,
And I will love when glad or sad,
And I will have, and I will hold,
And if I might now be so bold,
I'll love her my entire life,
Yes, I WILL take her as my wife!

Pastor: Then if you'll take her as your wife,
And if you'll love her all your life,
And if you'll have, and if you'll hold,
From now until the stars grow cold,
And if you'll love through good and bad,
And whether you're happy or sad,
And love in sickness, and in health,
And when you're poor, and when in wealth,
And if you'll love with all your heart,
From now until death do you part,
Yes, if you'll love her through and through,
Please answer with these words:

Pastor and Groom: I DO!

Pastor: You're married now! So kiss the bride,
But please, do keep it dignified."

I looked up at Wes, to see him giving me and Eat Shit grin. I threw the notepad at him playfully. "Oh, haha." I stood. "You know, I really do think we should write our own wedding vows. I would mean more."

He raised his eyebrows. "Alright, I can do that."

"But, " I said, "We each write our own vows." I smiled. "My mom and dad did that when they got married."

"You'd better get started. Only 3 days."

I sighed. Only 3 days until I got to marry the love of my life.