Perfect For A Person
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I don’t own the characters or the song. I’m just borrowing them. I’m not making any money off of this.
Author’s Notes- I recently discovered the song “You and Me” by You + Me and it is perfect for Amelia and Drake. So I knew I had to incorporate it into a story. I wanted something sweet and fluffy. This is also a response to an “in the moment” kiss. This is the wedding I wanted Drake and Amelia to have, the one I wish they could have and it’s the one part of canon, I’ve decided to ignore lol.
Pairing- Drake/MC
Rating- PG
Summary- After everything, Amelia gets her happily ever after.
Words- 852
You and me we’ve got two minds that think as one
And our hearts march to the same beat
They say everything it happens for a reason
You can be flawed enough but perfect for a person
Someone who will be there for you when you fall apart
Guiding your direction when you’re riding through the dark,
Oh that’s you and me
– You and Me, You + Me
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the sight in front of me. You’d have thought I’d have gotten used to pretty gowns by now, but this was different.
This was my wedding gown.
It wasn’t as fancy as some of the gowns I’d worn since I’d come to Cordonia, but it was by far my favorite. The simple lace gown suited me more than any frilly ballgown ever would. Sometimes, in those gowns, I’d felt like I was playing a role, but today I felt like myself, just fancier.
“You look beautiful,” Hana said from behind me, her hand resting on my shoulder.
“Yes, you look lovely,” Penelope spoke up, appearing on my other side, “like a princess.” She giggled. “Oh, I guess that’s a bad example huh.”
“Just a little bit,” I agreed, “I don’t want to look like a princess, I just want to be me.”
That hadn’t been in the cards for me, even if my story had started off like a fairytale. Yet, even though I hadn’t ended up with the prince, my story had still ended in happily ever after. I hadn’t fallen in love with the perfect man, but the one who was perfect for me.
There was a knock on the door and my mother entered.
“Oh baby,” she said, her eyes filling with tears, “you look so beautiful.”
“Thanks, Mama,” I said, stepping towards her.
She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. “You’re happy, right?” She asked me quietly.
“So happy,” I assured her.
She smiled, “then that’s all that matters.”
I knew that this wasn’t what she had dreamed of for me. I was supposed to get married in the church in Brooklyn like my brothers and sister had, the one where I’d been baptized, and I was supposed to have the big wedding with all the family and neighbors there, not a small wedding in a foreign country and I’m not sure my mother really considered “Lady in Waiting to the Queen” an occupation (to be honest, I wasn’t sure I did either, but for now it worked).
But she and my father had been very supportive. As if on cue, my father poked his head in the door.
“I think it’s time to start,” he told us, “there’s a very anxious young man out there.”
“I should get to my seat then,” my mother said, kissing me on the cheek. She quickly headed to where my oldest brother Dominic was waiting to escort her.
“We should get ready too,” Hana commented and she and Penelope followed my mother out the door.
“I guess you don’t need that ticket back to New York, do you?” My father teased when we were alone.
I just shook my head. For better or worse, my future lay in Cordonia.
My father held out his arm, “then let’s get this show on the road.”
I took a deep breath and then took the arm he offered. As my father led me down the aisle, I caught sight of the various guests: Bertrand and Savannah and little Bartie, my brothers and sister, Kiara, Olivia. A mix of my two worlds.
But I soon forgot about everyone else as I locked eyes with the man waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Drake. My soon-to-be husband. It had been a long hard road and sometimes I’d wondered if a happy ending was even possible, but here we were. He might not have been the prince of the story, but he was my happily ever after, the only one I would ever want.
“Be happy, baby,” My father said as he placed my hand in Drake’s.
“I will,” I promised and then I turned to Drake, “you clean up pretty good, Walker.”
“I figured just this once, I could put an effort,” he told me, “even if nobody will be looking at me with you around.” He lowered his voice, his expression tender. “You look beautiful, Grant.”
“In a few minutes, you won’t be able to call me that,” I teased.
“I’ll always call you that,” he told me and then, without warning, he lowered his mouth to mine. I kissed him back eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck until a polite cough made us separate.
We glanced at the source of the cough and saw Liam watching us with a smile.
“You’re supposed to wait until after the vows for that part,” Maxwell teased from his place beside Liam.
“I’ve never been one for following the rules,” Drake answered easily.
I grinned at that response, it was so Drake and it was one of the reasons that he and I were so well suited. Neither of us were rule followers.
Still, Drake stepped back, his hand still in mine and we turned to face the officiant.
As I listened to the words that would make me Mrs. Walker, I felt so happy I thought I was going to burst. This, this was everything, it was what I had waited so long for and I knew it was just the beginning.
- End
