I'll be his...

[musicae_amore]

Brea had left Sol to get the rings and she'd headed back to their apartment and tossed some clothes and toiletries into a bag for the both of them. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the thought of what was going to happen within the next 24 hours. She'd become Mrs Solomon Hawken, and she couldn't be any more excited. Or nervous. Having removed the dress she'd brought back with her when they'd rescued Bella from the closet, Brea laid it on the bed beside the bag and smiled.

This was really going to happen, she was going to marry the man she loved with all her heart. Running her hand over the soft material she let out a soft breath before moving towards the mirror. Her fingers worked her hair, getting it ready for when they'd get married, also doing something to keep her mind off of the fact she had to wait for Sol to return. Nerves weren't her friend and she could feel them bubbling in her stomach, as much as she knew he loved her, she couldn't help but fear he'd change his mind. But every soon to be bride had the same worries.

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[deathandswords]

He found what he had been looking for, and headed back to the hotel suite they were staying at. On the way he made arrangements at a little Las Vegas chapel for them to be married in, it was over the top, and the pastor was an Elvis impersonator, but sincere about marrying young couples. The only thing left was for Hawken to get ready himself, not that he needed to do much, he had a suit on and needed coffee more than anything.

“Brat, are you ready yet?”

Hawken called out as he came into the hotel room.