“Amy!”
“Willow? God, what happened? When are you coming back? Did everything go
well? Did you tell Angel? How much longer are you going to be gone?...”
“Amy, calm down....”
“How can I calm down? You have no idea what’s been happening?”
“What’s wrong? Willow asked her friend concerned.
“Nothing bad...everyone’s just asking for you....and Buffy and Oz are gaining
weight...”
“Gaining weight?” she asked confused.
“Long story....anyway, what’s going on? You sound too happy, spill it,
everything,” Amy said excited.
“I’m getting married!,” Willow said enthused.
“You’re what?!”
“Getting married.”
“When?!”
“Tomorrow.”
Amy nearly choked.
“Tomorrow?!”
“I want you to come up. I need a maid of honor,” she told her hopeful.
“You aren’t joking are you?”
“He asked me to marry him tonight.”
“Don’t you think you might want to..” Amy began to ask a bit doubtful.
“No,” Willow said, cutting her off. “This is what I want. We don’t need to wait.”
“But...” Amy said, trying to begin her reasoning.
“We’re meant to be. I love him so much, Amy. I want to marry him. I want to be
with him, to be by his side for forever. This is right, my heart and soul tell me so....Will
you come?”
“I’d never miss my best-friends wedding,” she said happily.
“Angel sent a car to pick you up.”
“Tonight?”
“You can tell your parent’s your staying at my place, and you would be, well by
tomorrow I think, because where ever Angel is, I’ll be, and he told me that everything he
has is mine, it will be our house and our apartment and then you wouldn’t really be lying
to your parents because...”
“Willow, breath. I’ll be there once the car comes down the block.”
“If you like, I was thinking, you can bring...”
“Really?.....I wonder if he’ll come...”
“Only one way to know, call him and let me know...”
“I’ll call him right away....”
Willow couldn’t help but giggle.
“Good, I’ll see you soon.”
“You can bet on it.”
Willow hung up the phone with a smile and walked out of the room, joining her
beloved in the study.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Angel smiled and leaned his body against the woman that placed her arms around
his waist.
“Will she come?” he asked, as he turned in her arms, curling his arms around her.
Willow smiled and looked up at him.
“She should be here in a few hours.”
“Good, now come with me,” he said as he pulled away from her and took her hand
in his.
Willow looked at him surprised and excited.
“Shouldn’t we change first?”
“I rather like seeing you this way...for now,” he replied with a wicked smile.
Willow blushed and followed him.
They headed to the stables where a horse had been prepared for him. The black
stallion hoofed a bit, then settled down as he felt Willow’s hand caressing its forehead.
“He’s beautiful.”
“Come on.”
Angel mounted the horse, then pulled her up with him, cradling her in his arms as
he took the reins. With a gentle tug from Angel and some gentle words from Willow the
horse began it’s journey across the fields. They rode in the bask of the moonlight,
whispering sweet words to each other, there lips finding each other in the darkness.
The trip across his estate was cut short as they rushed back to the mansion to
greet their two guests. Willow hugged Amy once she stepped out of the limo as Angel
greeted Michael. The women began to squeal with delight and hurried up the stairs,
leaving Angel and Michael with amused grins on there faces.
“Let me show you to your room,” Angel told him as he took one of the small
duffel bags from the trunk.
“Congratulations. Amy told me you were getting married tomorrow.”
Angel smiled.
“Thanks, tomorrow I become the luckiest man alive.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Amy walked into the mansion and nearly fainted.
“This is his house. Wow!”
“I see Michael came.”
Amy blushed a bit, seeing the mischievous look on her face.
“He had no problem accompanying me.”
They giggled as Willow pulled her up the stairs, to her room. Once again, Amy’s
mouth fell open as she saw the queen size room.
“So, is this the place you and Angel...you know...”
Willow looked at her for a moment confused, then turned a deep shade of red.
“Amy...”
“What?”
“We...haven’t...not yet....”
Amy smiled slyly.
“That should change by tomorrow night,” she teased.
“I’m sure it will,” she said as she took a glance at the bed in back of her.
“I still can’t believe your getting married. Are you sure this is what you want?”
Willow didn’t take a moment to hesitate in answering.
“I’m positive. I’ve never been this happy, never. I love him so much, and I can feel
he loves me equally. It’s a dream come true.”
Amy smiled.
“Then we should get started. What did you want to start on?”
“Angel’s taking care of most of it. He just wants me to concentrate on me, which
means....”
“Shopping!” Amy happily said.
“Then there’s your clothes we have to get, and everything else I might need that
you can think of........”
Three hours later the brainstorming had ended and the house fell silent, waiting for
tomorrow to arrive.
* * * * * * * * * * *
“Then we’re spending all day apart?” Angel asked his fiancée a bit hurt.
Willow couldn’t help but smile and place a tender kiss on his lips.
“Just for this morning and part of the afternoon. Then I’ll be by your side for
always, promise.”
Angel kissed her, his arms wrapping around her body tightly. He broke the kiss,
and lovingly lifted her off his lap and onto the sofa next to him. He smiled at Willow’s
confusion and went to the floor on bended knee. He remained smiling at her as he took
out a small box from his pants. Willow began to get teary eyed as she saw what he was
about to do.
“I’ve dreamed of this. I’ve dreamed of you. I love you as I have never before
thought I would love. Now I know why I was so miserable, empty and alone all my
existence - I didn’t have you. I, Angelus Robert Donavon, kneel before you, Willow Ann
Rosenburg to ask you for your hand in marriage. I ask for you to share my entire life and
complete the part of me that is missing. I ask you to become my wife and to let me shower
you with all I can. Will you do me the greatest honor in the world and marry me, Willow?”
Angel opened the blue velvet box, as Willow’s tears began to fall happily down her
face. She looked at the antique engagement ring, then back up to Angel’s soft brown eyes.
He took her trembling hand from her lap as his other hand took out the diamond ring from
its holding.
“I will marry you, Angelus Robert Donavon, because I love you more then life
itself. Without you, life was lonely and scary, but now that I’ve found you, it is complete
bliss, heavenly and all I want to do is make you happy, and love you.”
Angel slipped the beautiful silver engagement on her finger and pulled her down to
the floor with him and into his arms, there lips meeting in a fierce kiss. They pulled apart,
there heads leaning against each other.
“I had a feeling you’d say yes,” Angel teased.
“I had a feeling you’d ask.”
They chuckled softly, then kissed each other once more.
“Hey, you guys will have enough time for that tonight. Now I have to take the
bride shopping if you don’t mind.”
They pulled away from each other reluctantly and stood.
“I’ll see you soon. Love you,” Willow told him with a final kiss.
“Love you, too.”
Willow and Amy left, a whole day of shopping ahead of them.
* * * * * * * * * * *
“You’re going to look beautiful. I love that dress. I can’t believe we found it.”
“We lucked out. It makes sense that they celebrate more weddings this weekend
then any other, with the Knightly Affairs and all.”
“But what luck. The dress is gorgeous. We’re playing the lottery tonight.”
“I think I’ll get lucky tonight,” Willow said with a blush.
The women crossed the street, noticing a cute boutique on the other side.
“I’m sure you will.”
“Now all we need to find is a veil and I’ll be ready.”
“Not until be find you something suitable for tonight.”
Willow blushed fiercely, her mind drifting off to the vision of Angel undressing her.
“I think we can find something in here,” she said, breaking her thoughts as she
pulled her into a shop.
Willow looked around, her cheeks turning redder as she looked at the contents.
“I’m sure I will,” she replied as she bit her lower lip in a smile.
* * * * * * * * * * *
“You’re almost done,” Amy told her as she put the finishing touches on her veil.
“Can I look now?” she asked impatiently.
“No! I’m not done yet. Be a little more patient.”
“I just can’t believe it. I’m getting married!’
“I know. Come on we have to finish you up.”
Amy placed the final flower on her and made her stand taking a complete look at
her. Her eyes watered, reminding herself the promise she had made to herself not to cry. It
seemed she was looking at an angel.
Willow saw her reaction and began to worry, then felt a jab of guilt, realization
setting in. Amy smiled, giving her the nod of happiness at her appearance, but saw it did
nothing to change her expression.
“Willow, what’s wrong?”
“Buffy....Xander....they won’t be here for....”
“No, Willow. We spoke about his before. When you tell them, when you want to,
you can have another ceremony in Sunnydale, with your parents and friends. I know this is
what you want...and to be honest, I don’t think we can back out of it now.”
Willow chuckled, knowing this was the right thing to do.
“Then we should go,” she told her.
“Let’s.”
Amy went out the door first, Willow right behind her. They went down the hall,
then stairs, where they were greeted by an older gentleman in a tuxedo.
“Where’s Angel?” Amy asked.
“He has asked me to escort both you very beautiful ladies to the ceremony.”
Willow smiled, feeling a bit giddy, knowing this was part of Angel’s plan.
“Shall we leave ma’am?”
The two women walked out with the man and found an open drawn white carriage
waiting for them. The gentleman helped both ladies inside and soon were off to the to the
destination. Willow couldn’t help but smile and be giddy. She held the bouquet tightly, not
sure what to expect.
The coachman turned onto a small road, stopping completely a few feet ahead.
Willow smiled knowing where they were going. Soft Celtic music could be heard a few
feet ahead of them. The coachmen went ahead to pronounce their arrival as Amy put
down Willow’s veil.
“Ready?” Amy asked with a smile.
Willow simply nodded with a radiant smile.
“Good. Let’s go get you married.”
* * * * * * * * * * *
Angel stood in front of the priest trying to calm his nerves. He had spent all day
planning each detail. Michael had been helpful in all that he would, even going to pick up
the tuxes that were needed. As the time passed, doubts plagued him. What if Willow
changed her mind? What if she couldn’t stand to marry a monster? What if she didn’t want
to spend her life with him? What if she didn’t really love him? What if.....
His mind went blank as he saw the coachman approach with no one behind him.
Dread filled him, but took an unneeded breath as he heard him announce them. Then the
music grew louder. He stood a bit taller as he saw Amy coming down the small pathway,
dressed in green.
Michael’s head spun as he saw his girlfriend walked toward them, letting small
petals of white roses fall to the ground from her basket. Her hair was loose and flew in the
wind, with an iris decorating her hair by her ear. The gown was simple with a flair of
medieval. The off-showered dress covered her from shoulder to shoulder firmly, coming
down freely right after the ribbon around her lower bust. The sleeves were short, covering
only a part of her upper arms, matching the material of her top. She stepped to the side,
looking directly at Michael, who wore a black modern tux. She looked at Angel and
smiled, seeing him taking a deep breath as they waited for his bride to enter. Michael
winked at Amy, and said “Your beautiful” in a silent tone, making Amy smile brighter.
Willow thanked the heavens above her before she took her path down to the
ceremony. She was close to tears as she saw how perfect everything looked. Angel had
chosen the place where they had seen his first sunset, just above the cliffs. The clear dark
night sky showered them with stars and moonlight. Small torches gave them the additional
light, that have them a warm look. The ground had been sprinkled with petals and the
mountains ahead of her seemed perfectly carved. She remembered to breath as her eyes
found her husband to be. She had never seen him that handsome before. His tux was one
of tradition and moderness. His black three button suit were buttoned neatly over a button
down, black vest with a white dress shirt under that and a black tie. His hair was messily
spiked, and a white rose on the left side of his suit. She walked down the path, her nerves
disappearing, her heart racing, and her happiness overflowing.
Angel’s mouth simply dropped as he saw the beauty before him. Such radiance he
had never seen before in his existence and even thought the angels above them had blessed
her with such perfection. Each step she took toward him only mesmerized him. Her dress
was simple but elegant. The white silky material hugged her bust and waist. The slightly
low cut offering a hint of cleavage which teased him. A small belt of peach and white
flowers surround her waist, as the chiffon top material parted in the middle, her long tail
spreading like a fan on a the ground. The white, soft gown swayed as she took each steep,
her loose long chiffon sleeves stopping by her elbow, buttoned down by flowers and the
material hung down, joining the air around her. Her hair had been swept up, a few stands
falling down to caress her smooth, lovely face. A small crown of small carnations and lily’s
of the valley were entwined in her hair, holding her veil in place. The only jewelry she
wore was her engagement ring, and a pair of diamond earrings he had given to her last
night. Her bouquet only added more to her effulgence. White, yellow and peach flowers
were wonderfully arranged in her fresh bouquet that were lined out with lace, satin and
chiffon.
As she stood before him, he was lost for words. He swallowed and closed his
mouth, smiling more then he had even done before. Angel took her hand in his and the
couple turned to the priest.
“Dearly beloved, we are here together to join this man and this woman in holy
matrimony......”
After a small prayer and some insight, he turned to the couple and asked them to
recite there vows, vows which they recited with no help of the father, since these vows
came from the heart, vows that had been stored there for such a long time. It amazed the
tiny group that the couple recited them in perfect Gaelic.
“Tha mise Angelus a-nis 'gad ghabhail-sa Willow gu bhith 'nam chéile
phòsda. Ann am fianais Dhé 's na tha seo de fhianaisean tha mise a' gealltainn a bhith 'nam
fhear pòsda dìleas gràdhach agus tairis dhuitsa, cho fad's a bhios an dìthis againn beò,” he
said with large smile, never aware he could be this happy.
“Tha mise Willow a-nis 'gad ghabhail-sa Angelus gu bhith 'nam chéile
pòsda. Ann am fianais Dhé 's na tha seo de fhianaisean tha mise a' gealltainn a bhith 'nam
bhean phòsda dhìleas ghràdhach agus thairis dhuitsa, cho fad's a bhios an dìthis againn
beò,” Willow repeated in perfect tougue, close to tears of joy.
And together they said the last words that completed their blessed union.
“... dhuitsa, gus an dèan Dia,” Angel began and slipped the knotted Celtic silver
band on her finger.
“.....leis a' bhàs ar dealachadh.” Willow finished as she slipped an identical ring on
Angel’s finger.
“I now pronounce you - man and wife - joined in blessed union. You may kiss your
bride.”
Angel lifted her veil, looking into her flawless, loving face and placed his hands on
her cheeks, leaning down to kiss her as Willow happily met him half way.
The cheers of Amy and Michael broke there kiss. Angel looked down at his wife
and smiled, whispering how wonderful she looked and just how blessed he was to have
her.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Angel had one last surprise for this wife. As they rode back to the estate in the
open carriage, they were greeted with a barrage of people just before the hill to their
house. Angel was the first out of the carriage, helping his wife out.
He had made a small reception for the couple, with people coming in from town.
Torches illuminated the night and the couple was greeted with cheers and congrats. Tables
were set up on the side as food was laid out for everyone at one corner. The reception was
in full swing as they arrived, Angel immediately took Willow in his arms as began to sway
in the love song that played.
They danced part of the night away and enjoyed the company of the people around
them. They did a little swing, a bit of R&B, some Irish dancing, a bit of Rock and Roll,
touched upon the disco, did some waltzes and ended with a series of soft songs that make
the night complete.
Amy caught her bouquet in a sea of woman and the cake was cut with Angel and
Willow taking the top portion to freeze (an old Irish tradition). The couple left in a
dramatic fashion, Angel sweeping Willow off her feet and carrying her to their home.
The couple left with a final kiss and left, the night ahead full of love.
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