(Courtney's POV)

I look at my little girl's hand in mine. My third child. Another accomplishment in my life. 

Little Ciara reaches up to me. I pick her up in my arms and kiss her forehead. Her giggles are like music to my ears as she buries her head in my shoulder. Rock music gets in the way. I sigh as I follow it. I find the twins and my husband all downstairs practicing for who knows what. 

I sit on the bottom step as I watch my oldest daughter's blue hair brush her shoulders as she strums her guitar. Devan's the oldest of the twins, by a minute. Connor on the other hand is the youngest of them. He beats on the drums bobbing his head up and down as he does so. Lastly, there's my husband, Duncan Nelson. He holds an electric guitar in his hands. 

I get off the step and set my daughter down. I walk over to Duncan and wrap my arms around him. 

"Hey, ogre," I say with a smile when he turns to face me. 

"Hey, princess," he responds leaning down to kiss me. 

"Why do you guys touch lips?" Ciara asks from behind me. Her little hands reaching up to me again. I can hear Connor and Devan laughing quietly. I look at Duncan. You can answer this one, I say silently. 

He rolls his eyes and takes Ciara in his own tattooed arms. 

"A kiss is a promise to show love," he says. That catches me off-guard. Love? Then I think of that one night at Dunkin' Donuts when he kissed me the first time in months.  Did he love me then? 

I continue to listen intently on his explanation.

"See when me and your mother kiss, its a sign of love. It shows we love each other. But there are more signs like se-"

I cut him off with a glare as I take Ciara back out of Duncan's arms. "She's four, ogre. She doesn't need to know those things yet," I scold him. 

Devan bursts out laughing hysterically, and Connor holds back his laughter. Duncan chuckles and wraps an arm around my waist.

"She'll learn soon enough," he whispers as he seductively bites the tip of my ear. I push him away, but I couldn't help the blush that came to my cheeks. 

"Duncan," I warn. "Don't even think about it." Before he can do or say anything else, I slip out of his grip and walk upstairs. Ciara is still in my arms as I sit on the couch with a sigh.

"Mommy, why did Daddy bite your ear?" Ciara asks. Why does she have to be so perceptive and curious?

"We'll have Daddy explain that one later," I say. Ugh, Duncan with children is not a good mix. Yet, two of my children are alone with him right now. 

 "Plus, it's time to go to bed."

Ciara nods. This is the good thing about her. She doesn't complain.

After I put her to bed, I go into my bedroom and lay down. Tomorrow I'm supposed to fly to the U.S. for a business trip. I need as much sleep as I can get. I close my eyes, but I don't fall asleep. Instead, I go back to the memory of my wedding. 

"I can't believe your getting married right out of High School," Gwen says as she brushes eye shadow onto my eyelids. 

A shrug is my response. 

After so many times of forgiving Gwen, this is one time I don't regret. We're both happy. What can mess it up now?

"That's a good thing though. Since you are both going to the same college. I'm surprised he graduated in the first place." I can tell there's a smile on her face. I smile too. 

"Well that's only because he had a great tutor and girlfriend," I tell her. 

"Okay all done," she says. I open my eyes and smile at her. 

"How do I look?"

"Amazing!" she answers immediately. "I'd be surprised if he didn't fall at your feet."

I turn to my other bridesmaids. Bridgette, Heather, and Shane all smile at me. They nod in agreement to Gwen. Now its my turn to look at myself. 

Gwen hands me a mirror and I gape at myself. My hair is thrown up into an elegant bun with little ringlets around my face. A tiara was added to hold the veil. And to exaggerate the term 'Princess' a little bit more. 

Bridgette stands up and walks over to the closet. She clasps her hands together. "Now," she says. "Time for the dress!"

Soon I'm gonna be Courtney Nelson. This is the day I've been dreaming of. 

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(Duncan's POV)

I fake a yawn for an excuse to leave. I set the guitar down and lean it against the wall. "I'm done, guys. We can practice some more tomorrow."

The fifteen-year-olds groan. "Does that mean we have to go to bed, too?"

I shake. "Nah, stay up as late as you want." They high five each other. Soon after I go upstairs, Devan starts complaining. I know the feeling. Being a twin is horrible. 

I quietly walk into the bedroom. Courtney lays right in the middle of the bed curled up into a ball, smiling. She's cute that way. I slide onto the bed and wrap my arms around Courtney's body. She snuggles against me and opens her eyes.

"I hope I didn't wake you , babe," I say.

She shakes her head. A smile slowly forms on her face. "What was your favorite moment of us? Of Duncney?" she asks. 

The honest answer to this question is the day of our wedding, but I go for a different angle. 

"The first time we had sex," I answer. A smug smirk on my own face as she lightly hits me in the chest. 

"Such a Neanderthal," she says with a giggle. Then she becomes serious again. "But I'm serious. Is it really... that?"

I pretend to think. She slowly getting mad, her cheeks turning pinkish. She hits me in the chest a little harder. 

I chuckle. "Our wedding day," I finally answer. 

She snuggles closer. "Mine too," she says, obviously tired.

"I'd get some sleep, princess. Don't want to lose any of your beauty rest," I say quietly. She falls asleep with a small grin on her face which leaves me with the thought of our wedding.  

I stand nervously at the altar. 

What if she runs away? Or says I'm not good enough anymore? 

I pull at the collar of my shirt and loosen my tie a little bit. Thank God, I'm able to wear my converse and not dress shoes. Too bad I still have to wear the suit.

"Dude, chill. She not going to leave. She loves you, man," I hear Geoff say. 

"Am I really that obvious?" I ask. I feel like I'm about to fall over. 

Geoff pats me on the back. "No, I'm just standing next to you, and you're startin' to smell dude." 

I chuckle. "How did you do it?"

"Well, I did wear deodorant," he answers jokingly. I turn briefly to glare at him. He holds up his hands in surrender. "I just thought happy things. Not shitty things."

I suck in a breath when I hear the music begin. I can't help but pull at my collar one more time. 

Courtney walks into the room, her arm looped around her father's and all the air is sucked right out of me. She looks gorgeous as she always is, but she looks even more beautiful today. I smirk when I see the tiara on her head. 'Princess', I mouth to her. Even through the veil, I can see the blush that comes to her cheeks. I grin in triumph.

Her lips purse as I take her hand in mine. My heart skips as she smiles. I had begun to ignore the preacher as soon as he started. I just couldn't take my eyes off of Courtney. 

"You look amazing," I tell her quietly. She giggles and her smile grows bigger. 

The preacher has us say our vows. I ended up convincing Courtney in the beginning that writing a vow would probably be the last thing I could do. She actually agreed with me for once! 

The five words are the only things I'm waiting for and when they finally come, I'm about in tears. But bad-boys don't cry, so I don't let them fall.

"You may kiss the bride," he says. 

I kiss her like there is no tomorrow. Like there is nobody else in the world and it's only us; us against the world. I soon move to her ear and whisper, "I love you forever, Courtney Nicole Nelson."

"And I love you, Duncan Andrew Nelson."

Our story is one that will never be forgotten. And it all started with some forgotten regrets.

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OMFG IT'S OVER. I FEEL SO SAD BUT SO HAPPY!

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