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Morning arrived and Sara had wanted to keep some elements of the wedding day traditional. Misha stayed in the guest room at the house and Charlie stayed overnight as well as throughout the day to run interference so they didn't see each other yet. Sara confirmed Charlie's suspicion from the night before, which made Charlie yelp in excitement for the couple.
Sara woke up West and Maison for the busy day ahead, and started breakfast for the house. She made sure the kids were dressed, with all the clothes for the day, packed away in the car. She was careful to make sure she had her jewelry, dress, shoes, something old, new, borrowed, and blue. Once breakfast was over, she made an extra plate for Misha and retreated to her room to change before leaving.
The system was working, Sara texted Charlie when she had the car ready to go and West and Maison were brought outside and buckled in to leave. Sitting there, while Maison was fighting the car seat, she sent Misha a quick note. "Today's the day! Can't wait to see you, I love you. xoxo," and off they went to the reception hall. Charlie was in charge of getting Misha there on time, and she wasn't putting up with any excuses. When Sara arrived at the hall, she got a message from Misha, "It's here, we are here, and I can't wait to make you my wife. Love you too, xoxo. Ps: do you have my tux?" Sara checked all the clothing bags brought in, checking them off, she had an extra, replying quickly, "yes, it's here. See you soon!"
As Sara was losing her battle with the curling iron and her hormones, Danneel and Gen arrived to help Sara and get themselves ready. "Okay, We have three hours." Danneel said in a faint panic.
"What did you want done with your hair sweetie?" Gen asked, trying to help the best she could.
"I wanted these thick curls that hang down. I'd been growing my hair out since moving here. " Sara sighed towards Gen, looking to her for help as Danneel was touching up her makeup. "Thanks girls, I would have given up a long time ago if it wasn't for the two of you." she hugged them both and they went to get West and Maison dressed for the big day.
"These two want to look as pretty as our kids," Danneel said as she came in with both West and Maison. Sara wasn't in her gown yet, and helped West get into his little black suit with blue bow-tie. "You have an important job today, don't you?" Sara asked him. "Yep, I get to hand daddy a ring." he said excitedly. "Yes, you sure do! Now go play with Tom and Austin, and behave yourself!" she yelled, as West ran out the door. Maison fought getting into her dress until Danneel brought JJ back all dressed up too. The two little girls were nearly inseparable, and both ladies were glad the girls were friends. Mai had on a little white dress of her own, but hers had powder blue trim and flowers embellished on it. The little blonde girl was adorable and looked just like her father, but had her mom's eyes.
"Alright, time for us." Gen announced as she opened up the bridesmaids dresses. They were the same powder blue color as on Maison's dress; they were floor length, with two straps over the shoulders and the fabric was gathered across the bust line. They were a beautiful silk blend that were contoured to each of them, and both looked beautiful in the shade. The ladies did their hair and makeup while Sara began taking her dress off of the mannequin in the room. When Sara was only in her underwear, before adding the corset that would help hold the dress up, the girls noticed the bump that was her baby. "How far along are you exactly?" Danneel asked. Sara thought about it for a minute, "five months this week." "And you're barely showing. Lucky bitch." Gen added. Sara heard her phone go off, it was Misha, he had arrived with Charlie. She decided then she should finish getting ready. Sara slid the blue garter belt onto her thigh for Misha to remove later, and did as much as she could herself including her something old and borrowed, jewelry and hair accessories. Misha's mother had lent her a strand of pearls with a sapphire pendant for the day. It was very old, as it was passed down through the generations, and Sara was careful not to damage it. Adding the pearl earrings Misha had bought her to match, and the rhinestone miniature clips that she had found to pin parts of her hair since she wasn’t wearing a veil. Sara was as ready as possible before needing help with her dress.
Both Danneel and Gen helped Sara into her corset and dress, once finished, looking back in awe of their friend. "Misha is one lucky son of a bitch," Danneel added, trying hard not to cry for her. Shortly after there was a knock at the door. "Dani? You in there?" It was Jensen, "Hey, Misha's here and he needs his suit." Sara motioned to the fabric bag hanging by the door. Danneel handed Jensen the tux, being careful to not let him see Sara either. "I'll see you down there, love you!" She said, while closing the door on her husband.
About an hour before the wedding, the photographer that Gen and Jared hired for the engagement pictures showed up, wanting to get the individual and bridal party shots. He had West with him, as Sara wanted pictures of her and the kids too. The entire process was overwhelming but almost every shot was exactly what she wanted. "I'll need to take both West and Maison with me, per your husband for his photos, is that alright?" "Yeah, that's fine. Gen, would you mind going with them?" Sara asked. "Of course," was all Gen said and off she went with the kids down the hall to Misha's room. Sara looked out the window and noticed that guests had been arriving. For a moment, she hoped that her parents would come, but knew better than to expect it after the phone call with her father. Then she saw a figure around the corner. It looked like her mom, but again, Sara brushed it off as though it was no one she knew. She watched the figure talk to one of the ushers though before being seated, and she didn't go into the venue, instead, she was coming in here.
The photographer came back with Gen and the kids informing Sara that Misha wanted to do 'reveal shots.' Once the idea sunk in that she and Misha would be seeing each other before the wedding, she was on board, and it would help to get rid of the anxiety she was feeling. She was about to leave the room, to do these last pictures before the wedding, when there was a knock on the open door.
"Sara?" a formal, familiar voice asked.
"Who are you?" Dani and Gen both blocked the entry to the older woman standing there.
"Is she here?"
"Maybe, who are you." Gen said, her fiery determination to protect her friend was touching.
"I'm her mother."
"Ha! Good one lady,"
"Gen, it's her. Let her in." The woman walked over to Sara, she was dressed in a black and white business-suit, with a polka dot scarf.
"Did dad tell you he called?"
"He did, he also said he's sorry, but he couldn't come. He doesn't support your decision here, but I wasn't going to miss my daughter’s wedding." Sara reached for a tissue to not ruin her makeup, and another to hand to her mom.
"Geez Mom, where are my manners, this is Danneel and Genevive, also known as Dani and Gen, girls this is my Mom, Eve." "West, Maison, come meet someone." as both kids came over, Eve felt like she was an instant grandmother and was very uncomfortable with meeting them. "guys, this is Eve, my mom."
"Hi, nice to meet you." West was cheerful, while Maison wanted to return to what she and JJ were doing.
"Thanks for coming mom,"
"Are you happy?"
"I am. So much more than I thought possible."
"That's what matters then."
The photographer was still in the room, but Sara hadn't noticed and thankfully so, as he snapped a few pictures to be put in their album for a surprise later. Eve left the room and went outside to the other guests for the ceremony while Gen and Danneel gathered the kids and followed. Sara looked at the photographer telling him, "lets do it," anxious to see her soon to be husband.
Sara was standing in a stairwell, waiting in anticipation to see her husband for the first time, while the photographer was in the corner, able to see both entry points of the room with one shot. He motioned for Misha to walk in and kept flashing the lens, every second being captured.
Misha stood there, waiting for his cue to walk over to the stairs and see his bride. He wanted to run to her and run away together but he was excited for today, hopefully as much as she was. He slowly paced over to the stairway to see a small piece of the white dress, while Sara was turned away. He climbed one step and tapped on her shoulder, signaling her to turn around. When she did, she saw nothing but the deep blue eyes she first fell in love with. He wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up and kissing her through the scruffy beard she loved so much. Once he set her on solid ground, they took a step back from each other, never letting go of the others hand. He was awestruck at his bride, "you are more beautiful than I could have imagined. Absolutely unbelievable." She got a good look at him now. He was in a black tuxedo but with satin trim along the cuffs and a long wide black tie with a powder blue pocket square, with a white rose on his lapel. She ran her fingers through his hair, messing it up a bit. "We can't have it be too perfect", as she loosened the tie a little, raising her palm to his face to feel the scruff on her skin. "There, now you're ready." He laughed as she messed up his put-together look. "We had better get show on the road." He leaned down, and kissed Sara one more time before the ceremony, and walked out of the room.
The music started once everyone was seated outside, and Misha was standing at the front, patiently waiting. First to walk down the aisle was Jared and Gen. They walked slowly to the pace of Pachabells Cannon in D, Gen carrying a bouquet of white roses, making their way to the front. Once in their places, Jensen and Danneel had their turn, she with the same bouquet of white. Each couple remembered what it was like on their wedding days, both gentlemen having stood up for the others as well. Now here they were for their friends, their brother, and none of them could stop chuckling at least a little as West and Maison ran towards the front. JJ, Thomas, and Austin weren't far behind, all dressed in tuxes, though West had a blue tie, and JJ had the same white dress, but without the blue embellishments. Maison held Danneel's hand and West held on to his father's. While Jensen held on to JJ, Gen had Tom, and Jared had Austin. Charlie was sitting in the front row, just in case any of the party needed to pass one of the kids off.
Sara stood at the end of the aisle, closed her eyes, and took three deep breaths. First to calm her nerves, the second to feel the breeze and smell the ocean air, the third to see the man waiting for her at the end. She took the white and pink roses in her hand, and held them tight, making her way down to the instrumental sound of "All I Want is You," reaching the end. Once at the front, she noticed the trellis that Misha had built was adorned with vines of white roses with pinks of different shades scattered throughout the greenery. It was perfect and, just want they both wanted. She settled into her spot, turning to Misha, "Hi babe," Sara whispered, "Hi," Misha chuckled and smiled, reaching for her hand as she handed her bouquet to Danneel.
The pastor at the front greeted everyone and made the announcement of 'if anyone had objections...'. Thankfully though, no one did, as both were a little fearful Vicki might show up. Once they proceeded, West handed Misha the ring for Sara, "upstaged by a six year old, I tell ya." Jensen joked, then knelt to Wests' eye level, "good job buddy" giving him a high-five. Misha placed the ring on Sara's' finger, taking off the engagement one first, and then pairing it with the new band. These were platinum, engraved, with no jewels, but details in the engraving and cuts. Maison had Misha's ring tied to her dress, as Sara untied it and slid it on his finger, holding on to his hand for dear life as the ceremony continued the pastor announced to the crowd, "And now, the vows, Mr. Collins, the floor is yours."
"Sara, the things I've learned from meeting you is that patience is something I still have yet to learn; there are many types of love, and that through tragedy can come joy. You walked into our house and into my heart during tragedy, and you became our joy. I will never know or understand why, but you accept me despite all of my faults, quirks, craziness, and insecurities, and let's be honest, there are a lot. You know we’re not normal yet, here you are. Anyone else would have run long ago, yet you stayed. I don't know how I was able to hold on to someone so wonderful as you, but thank you for standing by me." he paused, gaining his composure once more, "You taught us what true happiness is and can be, and that sometimes it's good to be a little weird. We have watched you grow from this shy, insecure, scared of the world girl; into this fantastic, beautiful, strong, and determined woman who is about to have my child. I couldn't be happier or feel more blessed to have you in our lives." Jensen passed Misha a tissue as he couldn't stop from tearing up, "You saved me, saved us; until the end of my days, I will love you and thank God for you."
"Dani, I need that tissue now." Misha grinned at Sara's comment, Danneel passed her friend a tissue that was much needed. "okay, wow. I can't top that." Sara said, as she pulled a piece of paper out from the bouquet wrapper Danneel was holding. Sara was shaking.
“Misha, you are weird. But you’re my kind of weird.” Sara looked into his deep and bright blue eyes, smiling, “There’s something about weirdness, Dr. Seuss once said, 'I am weird, you are weird. Everyone in this world is weird. One day two people come together in mutual weirdness and fall in love.' Our mutual weirdness brought us together those long nights, but little did I know that I would fall for you, and just how much I would love you. You taught me what real love is about.” She closed her eyes, regaining her focus, “It's family, friends, loyalty, hope, and joy, pain, and sadness, all of it in one is love. You and your friends most of all, taught me that it's okay to be a little weird, and that family isn't always about blood, and that you can love a child as your own. Your kids have become our kids because it takes more than having a child to be a mother. I love you for teaching me, for loving me, for letting me become my own person while still being yours, and for all of our mutual weirdness; I will love you always." She reached up to his cheek with her palm once more, wiping the tear away that had started falling, as he did the same to her.
The pastor took a deep breath, continuing the ceremony.
"Do you, Misha Dimitri Tippins Krushnick Collins take Sara Elizabeth Adams to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do." Misha smiled as his composure was fading.
"And do you, Sara Elizabeth Adams take Misha Dimitri Tippins Krushnick Collins to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." Sara smiled in return ready to jump out of the Keds she had on under her dress.
"By the power vested in me, by the Province of British Columbia, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."
Misha had already pulled Sara into him before the pastor had reached the word 'Province' as cheers erupted from the guests. They stood in the front while the photographer never let a second go by. Misha wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling into her neck as they made the same hearts with their hands as they did last night, telling their friends about the baby. When he nuzzled his cheek into her neck, she turned to him, kissing his hair, raising her one hand up to reach the side of his face and kiss him. This was their favorite picture from the ceremony and later would hang on the wall of their bedroom.
The reception was small and intimate; Misha thought about smearing the cake on Sara's face but knew better, because she would likely kill him. That didn’t stop her from putting some icing just above his lip in good fun so she could kiss it off of him. They danced to “All I want is you” as their first dance, followed by songs by John Legend, Ben E. King, Elvis, and others. Sara wasn’t a dancer but she did try, as Misha made it easy. She was spun around the floor by Jared and Jensen also, while even West wanted a turn. After the toasts, she introduced her mother to her new husband, a brief conversation and a promise to come visit later, Eve told her daughter, “I like him, he’s pretty cute!” Sara laughed at her mother, telling her, "yeah, I think so too," thanking her for coming and to give her love to dad, then her mom was on her way. The day ended all too quickly, yet not soon enough. They were exhausted, leaving the reception in Mishas’ blue convertible, and headed directly to their home.
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They honeymooned in Hawaii first for a few days relaxing on the beach and loving all the sunshine. Shortly after they were off to Sydney, and Croatia where Misha still had family; followed by Italy, Paris, Ireland, and New York. He wanted to show her the world before their baby arrived. When they stopped in LA to pick up the kids, Vicki sarcastically congratulated her ex when she saw how pregnant Sara had become.
“See you in two weeks Vicki.” She stared at Sara, as if looks could kill. “Let it go Vicki, you deserve to be happy too.”
“We were happy.” When Misha heard this, he told Sara to go to the car with the kids, she quickly secured Maison in her booster and double checked Wests’ own handiwork, started the car, and returned to Misha's side, lacing her arm through his. He was more relaxed around his former wife than Sara had ever seen. As though he was talking to a friend, he told her goodbye.
“You’re right, we were happy; a lifetime ago.”
“And what about now?”
“Am I happy? Yes, I am, but it doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad for hurting you.”
"It wasn’t completely your fault.” This was the first time either of them heard Vicki admit any responsibility. “I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve it.”
"Thanks. You do too, deserve happiness that is. See you in two weeks.” Misha said as they walked towards the car to go home.
Once filming resumed, the days were filled with grade school and Pre-K for the kids and doctor appointments for Sara. Misha never missed one, he was late to a couple, but never missed. Birthdays for Maison and West both in one weekend went by far too fast, and they had flown her family to Vancouver for Thanksgiving as she was too pregnant to fly safely now. Her mother approved of the relationship now that she got to know Misha better, but her father was more reluctant.
“He’s an actor, meaning he’s a liar. He’s going to hurt you.”
“Dad, I wish you could see what I see in him. He’s not going to hurt me, and if he tries, I’ll kill him first.”
Sara smiled as her father laughed it off, “okay then.”
They flew back home that Saturday while Misha was excited to get the house ready for Christmas.
All the garland was up, the presents bought; and everything set up for the tree. The four of them went and found a live one to bring home. Sara had trouble walking through the narrow aisles now as she was due any day and was easily worn out. Misha had insisted that Charlie stay with them until their little boy was born, as he didn’t want Sara being alone when she did go into labor. Sara was reluctant, but grateful, since she had started having contractions the week prior. They found a tree, brought it home, and set it up right where Sara wanted it. She made a game of decorating it with West and Maison, the same way her parents had done with her when she was their age. As she and Misha worked on the top half, he helped her put the star on the top.
“Ow!” Yelped Sara, “Fu…” seeing Maison stopped Sara from saying the rest.
“Charlie!” Misha made sure Sara wouldn’t fall as he ran to their room to get her bag. “Charlie! It’s time!” The red headed PA came running in the room from downstairs, “Is it time?” “Looks like it!” Misha joked as he noticed the puddle that Sara was now standing in. “It’s alright babe, I’m right here.” He leaned her against him on the way to the truck as he drove to the hospital, calling Dr. Tran on the way.
Dr. Tran kept reassuring Sara that everything was fine, and the pain was perfectly normal.
“Normal, sure, whatever you say doc.”
“Babe, you’re doing great, just breathe.”
“Piss off, you got me into this mess!”
“We got here together.”
“Now is not the time to remind me of that.”
“I’m sorry dear, you’re right.” Misha said in a soothing voice, hoping she believed him.
With that, another sharp pain to the gut, and everything was a blur. Misha was in her ear, telling her he loved her, kissing her hair and forehead. Dr. Tran urging her to push, just once more; “You’re doing great Sara, come on, you can do it!” She gave it all she had, falling back into the bed as she heard the cries of her newborn son. “Congratulations Mama, you did just fine.” The doctor gave her son an initial checkup and handed him off to Misha, who then handed him to Sara. “Hi little one… it’s so good to finally meet you!” as they both had tears of joy.
Sara conceded on the name, a little. After much debate and compromise, Misha and Sara named their little boy Spencer Easton Collins. The following day, Jensen and Danneel, and Jared and Gen stopped by, wanting to meet the newest addition to the extended family. All were happy, healthy, and anticipating the wonders of what the world would bring.