http://fakes-death.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] freshoffthefarm 2011-05-16 04:58 pm (UTC)

Clayton Webb for the first time in his 55 years, slept late.

Of all the days not to get up exactly on time, it was the morning of his wedding. Thankfully, Bud Roberts came to the rescue and after banging on the door for a good five minutes, managed to get Webb up.

"Mister Webb, you're a half hour late."
"Oh...shit."

And with that, Webb was off. After some initial panicking, he appeared showered and dressed with twenty minutes to spare. Annie wasn't going to think that he'd left her at the altar, and all he had to do was skip breakfast. He'd be fine, right?

By the time he was done, AJ Chegwidden had arrived in the guest house, and both men were dressed in Full Dress white uniforms complete with medals. Bud's Son AJ was in a morning suit similar to Webb's.

Webb took a deep breath after putting on the pocket watch Annie had given him in the pocket on his vest.

"Nervous yet, Webb?"
"Surprisingly, AJ, not yet." It was a total lie.
The former Admiral just huffed out a laugh.

Bud checked his watch, "Time to go, Sir."

Webb just finished putting his boutonnière on and grabbed his hat. At least he wouldn't look two out of place with two Naval Officers as his groomsmen. Everyone had to wear hats.

They took their place at the altar and Webb tried to keep from hyperventilating. He figured if he showed any indication that there was any sort of emotion going on under there, Danielle would kill him.

Though once he saw Annie, it didn't matter. He was getting to marry her, even after all the garbage he'd put her through years before, and he couldn't be more thankful.

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