Disclaimer:This story is written strictly for entertainment reasons. I do not own or know Jesse McCartney or any one affiliated with him. Even though some of the events and places in this story are factual, the entire plot is completely made up by me and therefore never happened.
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Prologue: "The Best Day of My Life"
Today is the best day of my life. Today, the third Saturday in July, the year: 2014, the day: 19th. At 4 o'clock p.m. on this day, I'll marry the love of my life. So, that makes today the best day of my life right? If you said yes, you'd be ever so slightly wrong. I mean, don't get me wrong, it is definitely going to be up at the top of the list but...
"Mommy! Mommy!" A little 5 year old girl runs into the woman's dressing room. Her blond hair flowing gently behind her. Her bright green eyes shining and glistening in all the natural light of the room. She looks exactly like her father, except she has my hair. It's kind of sad really. But what can you do? I look her over in her little flower girl dress, for the first time noticing the small box in her hands.
"Ali, sweetie, be careful, we don't want anything to happen to your pretty dress before the ceremony, do we?" I reply in a soft, yet stern voice. You know, that voice only mother's can seem to use correctly.
"No Mommy. But Daddy told me to come straight here as fast as I could to give this to you." I know,
she's only 5? Yes, she just turned 5 a couple weeks ago, well; actually I guess it was a little over a month ago now.
Wow, I can't believe it's already been a month. Where does all the time go? Oh! Anyway. She has always been very advanced for her age.
"Oh, yeah? Well, I wonder what it could be. You want to help me open it?" I ask her as I walk over to a bench, the box in one hand and her hand in the other.
"Yea!" She nods her head so fast; her chin hits her chest each time.
"OK, then come over here." She quickly comes up to me and climbs onto my lap. She starts on one end of the wrapping paper and I start on the other. Once the paper is off, she throws it on the floor, I laugh at her excitement. You'd think it was her present with how she is acting. Then she pulls the top of the cream colored box off and I take out the black velvet one. She opens it as well.
"Mommy! It's so pretty!"
"Yes, baby, it is. Can you help me put it on?"
"Sure, Mommy!" I carefully take the diamond bracelet out of the box and I help her with the clasp as I move it onto my left wrist. Once we get it on, I look down at her and gently move her hair off her forehead before kissing it.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"You look really pretty."
"Thank you baby. You look very pretty too."
I look at her again. She's just sitting on my lap playing with my bracelet, looking at my ring. My engagement ring that her daddy gave me about a year ago. It was simple, and yet so elegant. He has always had a good taste in jewelry. I softly kiss her forehead again before reaching into my bag and pulling out a present of my own.
"Do you want to do me a favor, sweetie?"
"What?" She asks finally looking up at me.
"Take this to Daddy?"
"OK, Mommy!" She hops off my lap and starts to run away again. I just shake my head and laugh at my daughter.
Anyway, as I was saying before. In fact the actual best day of my life is the day that the best and most precious person ever entered my life. The day was Tuesday, June 9, 2009. Sure there was some fighting and everything else. Considering how it all happened and everything but I'll tell you about that when the right time comes. Little Miss Alexia Marie. She is our pride and joy. Well, I can't leave her father out, now can I. She's is a total Daddy's girl, just like I was, well, technically still am.
As for me, well, I'm Miss Shawn Lynn Parker, soon to be Mrs. I'm 28 years old. And I have the luxury of being able to be a stay at home mom. The best job I could ever ask for. Of course it took a lot of persuading to get me to agree at first but now, I wouldn't give it up for the world. I have long light brown hair, which I just got blond highlights in a few days ago, that reaches my mid-back. It also has natural red highlights, thanks to my mom having natural red hair, but she hates red hair, so she always dies her hair brown. But anyway. I have an older brother, Austin. He's 3 years and a day older. No joke. But I was stubborn, well still am, and was almost a month late. Granted this is back in the day when doctors believed the baby will come when they are ready. They would only induce labor if something was wrong with the baby. But moving on. I'm from a small town in Missouri. But I've lived in Washington and now live in West Hollywood. Well, enough about me. You'll learn everything there is to know eventually.
I stand up and look in the mirror. My white gown flows down reaching my ankles. The halter bodice is embroidered with diamonds and pearl beads in a floral pattern. It's fitted perfectly to show off my soft curves. My shoes are satin matching the dress and have a floral stitching as well. My hair is down and curled in soft tendrils with my tiara and veil sitting on top my head. My makeup is natural, bringing out the colors of my hazel eyes and enhancing on the shape of my lips. Over all, I look like I just walked out of a bridal magazine. And even more over I can't believe this day is finally here. Mostly, I just can't believe my life has played out the way it has. I hear the door open, taking me out of my self-examination of my appearance. I turn around and smile at the four men in front of me. I can still remember the first time I ever met them. It was 13 years ago. But again, we'll get to that soon enough.
"Well, hello gorgeous." Chris states trying to flirt. I've gotten very good at not letting it affect me over the years though. But it was rather hard in the beginning. I'm mean, he was just so hot. Well still is but I'm not attracted to him like I was back then. Actually, he was my favorite before I got to meet them and became such great friends with them all.
I just laugh and walk over. As I approach them, they looked me over more closely.
"Damn!" I turn and eye the Italian with a smile playing on my lips.
"What was that Frank?" I ask him with a slight giggle.
"Um...well...n...noth...nothing." He stutters at me.
"Sure dude, we totally believe you there." Chris rolls his eyes at Frank's "smoothness", well lack thereof anyway.
"Shut up Chris."
"Well, you guys clean up rather nicely yourselves. But what are you guys doing in here? Aren't you supposed to be with my groom?"
"Yes, we are. But he's ready and out meeting the guests with your daughter." Greg exclaims still laughing a little at our friends' antics. He has to be the one I spend the most time with, other than my fiancé of course. He is my best friend nowadays. I walk over to him and give him a hug and then make my way to the others.
"Well, we came mostly to let you know that you have about 10 minutes left." Matt answers my question, after noticing no one else was going to.
"Well, that and just to check you out." Chris gives me that infamous little half smile of his as his eyes scan me up and down. I just roll my eyes and look back to Matt.
"Thanks Matt. That's sweet of you."
"Do you need any help with anything?"
"No, Frank, but thanks anyway."
"Where are all your helpers anyway?"
"Funny Chris. They're called bridesmaids. And don't you try anything with any of them. I mean it. But, um, good question. I believe they're still in the bathroom, I guess. That's where they said they would be anyway."
"Hey, Pumpkin. You ready? They need us to line up."
"Yea, Daddy. Where is everyone? Is Ali still with her father?"
"Yea, he still has her. And everyone else is already in the hall." He turns to the guys.
"Do you want to go grab Ali and bring her to her place in line?" He asks Greg. My dad has always liked Greg. They get along great. Almost like father and son.
"Sure Mr. Parker. No Problem." Greg replies as he turns and starts to push the others out the door.
All the guys give me another hug, wish me congratulations, and walk out. I look up at my dad just as the photographer comes in. She quickly takes the picture before we turn to look at her.
"C'mon, everyone is waiting." I quickly grab my bouquet and Ali's flower basket that's filled with silk rose petals. Then I walk over to where Dad is holding the door open waiting for me.
"OK, Daddy, it's now or never." I laugh and take a deep calming breath. I lead him out to the doors heading into the church. I look up at him again, just as the wedding march starts and the doors open. I look back and see all our friends and family standing watching us. And my best friends and the guys standing at the altar with the preacher and the love of my life. We slowly start walking up to them. My eyes lock with his. And I can't move them away, even if I wanted to. I see my life in his eyes. Past, future, and most importantly, the present, well, at this moment anyway, just this one solitary moment.
This is the story of my life. My life before meeting my future husband and the father of my beautiful daughter. Before meeting all our friends, who are our big social circle. And now I can hardly picture life without any of them. So, again, this is the story of my life. My life with and without, before and after, one Jesse McCartney.
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Its great. I hope more people come on the boards and read.
It should be really fun!