OMG GIVE ME NICK’S WEDDING VOWS please

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carisi-dreams:

+++Am I️ ready for nicks wedding vows?? Probs not but let’s DO IT I’m feeling soft 2night

I’m always Soft for Nick: an autobiography

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Nick gripped your hands tightly in one of his, clutching a folded piece of paper in the other as if it were a life preserver. His knuckles were white from the strength of his grip and you smiled at him encouragingly as he inhaled a shaky breath. He chuckled self-deprecatingly as he shifted his feet, ducking his head with a wry smile before taking another deep breath and meeting your eyes again. He smiled and bit his hip, eyes already watery before he’d opened his mouth. You heard Diego murmur something encouraging, serious for once, but didn’t quite catch the words. They seemed to fortify Nick and he nodded in acknowledgment before glancing down at the paper and beginning.

“I, uh, I know that a lot people—when a lot of people write their vows they think about all of the good stuff,” Nick started, stumbling a little in the beginning and chewing his lip. “They think about all of the good times they’ve shared with their partner and all of the better times to come. Well, I’m a little unconventional—I think you like that about me,” Nick looked up to glance at you as he added the aside and you smiled and nodded, squeezing his hand. He let out an exaggerated breath and a couple of people laughed before he went on.

“I’m actually writing these vows next to you in bed, looking over at you as you sleep. Your back is to me and you went to bed angry with me. It was my fault and it tears at me that I can’t make this right immediately. That you may be wondering if I believed the words I said in fear,” he paused again and took a deep breath and looked up at you again. By this point you realized the night he must have written his vows and you gave him a half smile. “I didn’t. I don’t. I want to spend the rest of my life being challenged and loved by you. I want to commit every night for the rest of my life to making sure the nights we go to bed angry are few and far between. Your love rests on me like a crown and I wear it proudly. I will champion, comfort and cheer you on every day on this side of eternity,” he paused to press at the corner of his eye and you sniffed and reached up to swipe at yours as well.

“I’m madly, madly in love with you. What we have is light, even if it is not always easy. What we have is worth it even when times are tough. I promise to grow with you, let you wear my sweatshirts when you’re cold and hold you on days when you need a reminder that for the rest of your life you will never have to do anything alone,” Nick finished. Your vision blurred out as the tears built up in your eyes again and you blinked rapidly and looked up. Nick tucked the paper back in his pocket before he thumbed under your eyes, a tear tracking down his cheek that you reached up to brush away. You held each other for a beat and smiled watery smiles at each other before the minister asked for the rings and you two turned to him once more.

I’m not crying. You’re crying.

Oh my feels.

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