Finding Grace

I stood nervously as the guy inthe suit talked in front of us, his nonsense ghosting through one ear and out the other.
We had found the first chapel available, and so here we stood, at the altar, a man in a white suit and a receding hairline standing in front of us with a bible getting ready to put us together forever.
Andy wanted to marry me.
It still blew my mind, but he seemed so sure of it, not backing out or looking unsure one moment that we'd been on our way here.
It might only be because of Gracie, but he seemed to actually want too, so while he'd disappeared for an hour I'd filled out all the paperwork and now I waited impatiently beside him, palms sweaty.
We were really doing this.
Oh my god.
"Repeat after me," Andy squeezed my hand, dragging me into the present as the officiator started.
"I, Andrew Biersack."
"I, Andrew Biersack," Andy said softly, meeting my nervous gaze. "take you, Liliya Kabinov , for my lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part."
He even said my name right.
I sniffed, tugging my hands from Andy to wipe hastily at my face.
"I, Leah Kabinov," I said in a trembly voice, "take you, Andrew Biersack, for my lawful wife/husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part."
"Do you have the rings?"
Andy slipped his hand in his pocket, and I blinked as he tugged out a small black case.
"Is that what you were ---?"
"Yeah," he flicked it open, and I blinked.
"Oh, Andy, it's beautiful," I mumbled as he slipped the diamond onto my finger, the black stones around it glittering.
There was no telling how much he'd paid for that!
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the officiator smiled at us, and Andy grinned, reaching forward and capturing my face, his lips pressing against mine.
I wrapped my fingers around the collar of his shirt, making sure he couldn't pull away from me.
Sweet god we were actually married.
Why did the title make so much of a difference?
Andy pulled away from me breathlessly. "I love you... Mrs. Biersack."
I grinned up at him. "I love you, too, Mr. Biersack."
I loved hearing that.



I leaned my head against the window as Andy drove through traffic.
We'd rented a car to drive back to L.A. in, and we were about an hour out of town; I was so excited to actually be going home, I was so exhausted.
I sighed, feeling my phone buzz annoyingly again.
It was Vale, for the fourth time.
God, what could she want?
We (obviously as I hadn't known beforehand) hadn't told anyone about getting married, and we weren't sure when we would say anything; of course when they noticed the ring on my finger I'm sure we'd have to say something, but our bands weren't the most observant.
"Just answer her," Andy sighed as she called again, his phone starting to buzz. "Otherwise she's gonna have both our bands out hunting us. We were supposed to be there three hours ago on the plane."
"True," I sighed, hitting answer.
"Hi, Vale ---."
"YOU GOT FUCKING MARRIED?"
I froze.
What the fuck?
I looked at Andy, startled, and hit the speaker button.
"HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU BITCHES RUN OFF AND GET MARRIED AND NOT TELL ANY OF US?" she was practically screaming at us, and Andys eyes widened in surprise.
How did she know?
"Vale ---?"
"I HAD A WHITE FREAKING WEDDING ALL PLANNED OUT FOR YOU, LEAH. WHAT THE FUCK? AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME FIRST!"
"How do you even know?" Andy demanded, and it went quiet a second.
"You put me on speaker didn't you?"
"Yes. And, Vale, we just got married two hours ago! How do ---?"
"Do you fucktards not realize you're famous?" she hissed, interrupting me. "Some asshat recognized you in Vegas and filmed Andy proposing! ITS ALL OVER THE INTERNET!"
Oh shit.
"Fuck," Andy sighed. "My parents are gonna kill me."
Danny was gonna kill me.
Oh shit.
Oh no.
"But just because he proposed doesn't mean ---."
"The pictures off you assholes leaving that bigass Vegas chapel sure as fuck makes it clear! YOU OWE ME A FUCKING EXPLANATION."
Well.
I sighed, leaning my head back.
"At least everyone knows," I grumbled, and Andy laughed, reaching over to pat my knee.
"Vale, I'll be home soon so I'll see you soon," I told her, and then ended the call before she could say another word; I quickly turned my phone off.
"Ashley hasn't stopped calling, you want to answer?"
"Might as well," Andy shrugged, switching lanes.
"Hi, Ashley," I said, putting him on speaker as well.
"YOU BITCHES GOT FUCKING MARRIED?"
"Jeez, he sounds like Vale," I grumbled, curling my legs under me.
"DONT INSULT ME LIKE THAT, LEAH. DAMMIT WHY DIDNT SOMEONE TELL US?"
"Because it was a last minute thing, man," Andy informed him. "It wasn't planned, we just sort of did it. We didn't mean for anyone to find out like that. We were going to keep it quiet."
"WELL THERES A SHITSTORM ON SOCIAL MEDIA BECAUSE OF YOU ASSHOLES AND YOUR SHOTGUN WEDDING. YOU WILL NOT GET PEACE FROM ---."
Andy ended the call with an annoyed look. "I've heard about enough of the yelling."
"You know he'll be waiting at the apartment when we get back," I told him in amusement.
"Then I'll deal with him then. For now, let's just enjoy the peace."
I chuckled, and laid a hand on my growing stomach, feeling a strange flutter start.
"I think the babys moving," I gasped, straightening.
"Really?" he glanced over.
I nodded, brightening.
Now we were an official little family.

Notes

Shotgun Vegas wedding whoo!

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