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All The Things I Did (Interlude): The One Thing I've Been Wanting

a/n: wow oh wow i think you guys are going to love this one. another mini novel featuring all the emotions and filth you could ever ask for. john and cass have their formal wedding in south carolina that he always promised her they would. a few little easter eggs in there i hope you guys want to scream at me about. hope you all enjoy, happy reading and love you endlessly!

warning: smut

In May 1946, almost one year to the day that John Egan hung an American flag in the middle of Germany, he was sat in a plush hotel room in Charleston, South Carolina looking at a photo of himself in a smattering of local newspapers and even The New York Times. Locally it was the front page, nationally a column right in the economics section. The headlines ranged from proclamations of a fairytale come true to rumors on how the match would affect the valuation of the Cooper empire. 

He liked the picture they had all chosen though. It was from a photocall Mrs. Cooper had insisted they do just last week. Cass had worn a beautiful forest green skirt and white silk blouse, her smile perfectly measured across her face. There had been a bit of commotion over what John should wear. He wasn’t set to pin on Lieutenant Colonel until June and the communications team had proposed stalling the wedding until his new rank could be proudly displayed in the photographs. Might I politely remind you he is already my husband. If you make me wait one second longer to appease people with this party you will not enjoy the sight was how Cass chose to handle it. In this setting, one completely new and foreign to the boy from Manitowoc, he was entirely reliant on her to guide him.

In the final image, she was looking at the camera but he was looking at her. It was fitting. He was merely a planet orbiting around her sun. He looked stricken by her beauty and nothing could have been closer to the truth.

“Come in,” he called at the knock on the door. He folded the paper and tossed it onto the coffee table. 

“You about ready to get out there? Don’t want Spook thinking you ran away.” Gale clicked the door closed and stood watching his friend. “You’re nervous.” It was a statement rather than a question. 

“I don’t know why. I’ve been married to her for almost three years. Today is just a societal formality.” Marrying in secret in London was not how women like Cass were supposed to carry themselves, according to her mother. If no one was there to see it then they wouldn’t believe it. “Just…what if something changes?”

“What if something changes? Bucky, you two are still going to be the same people tonight as you were this morning. You’re still going to love the wits out of that girl just like she loves the wits out of you.” John stood and started to pace around the room.

“I know that. I know how I feel and how she feels won’t change but it’s now so formal. And there’s an audience and my wedding is in The Times, Buck, the goddamn Times!” 

“The photo did look wonderful,” Gale pointed out as he nodded towards the papers on the table. “Your wife doesn’t need all this if you don’t want it, John. I am pretty certain that girl would run away with you to a farm out West if you asked her to.”

“No,” he shook his head, “all of this is good to be sure she is always provided for. When we have kids, they won’t want for anything.” Wealth like this was almost unmoveable during the Depression. John had been in college for the worst of it. Had seen the toll it took on his family and the people around them. Cass and he could make sure their kids never had to worry about that. 

“When and not if, huh?”

“Buck, you of all people should know we aren’t exactly celibate.” Gale didn’t need the reminder. All too often he had found himself pleading for a moment of respite with the two of them. It didn’t matter when or where, he would run out of fingers and toes trying to count the sanctified places those two had breached. “She’s going to be the best mother.” 

“And you’re going to be the best father.” John and Cass had spent the past year filling in all the blanks their time apart had forced upon them. They had gone to Wyoming for Gale and Marge’s wedding and not a single incident had occurred. It was as if John had never gotten on a plane to avenge Gale that day. They were so in love they talked about having a baby in nine months, talked about the perfect house to raise them in. Talked about names and nursery colors. 

But then they had gone to visit his family in Wisconsin. And something had snapped. All the anger they had hidden from each other in the name of surviving the cold German winter had bubbled to the surface viciously. All the anger he had harbored towards her for putting herself in danger would not lay dormant any longer. Anger that every night when he closed his eyes he had prayed to keep his wife safe, that John could take any pain as long as she was spared, and she had negated it all without a thought. Anger that she had wasted almost two years of her life running herself ragged to maintain their relationship and he had been able to do nothing in return. Anger that no matter the horrors he had inflicted upon people, the horrors of Stalag Luft that kept him up at night, the horrors of not knowing who you were looking at in the mirror, that she didn’t find someone better.

“Buck, I’m sorry you weren’t there the first time Cass and I did this. But I am happy you’re here for this one. I couldn’t ask for a better best man.” John pulled him into a hug, clapping his back a few times. 

“I only agreed to see you cry when you get a glimpse of her.” 

“Yeah? You’ve seen her?” She had put him under strict orders that he was not to see her the morning of their wedding. Had even made John sleep by himself. He was missing her desperately at this point. 

“She said the dress was a family heirloom. You didn’t manage to sneak out a parachute?” John blushed and looked at his feet. 

“You’ll make fun of me if I tell you.” He had. They had just agreed to save it for a more special occasion. 

“Not on your wedding day.”

“Cass had the idea that it might make a nice christening gown one day.” Wait until Marge hears how John Egan has gone all domestic on us Gale thought with a smile. “Did she get the gift I left for her?” It was a silver locket, the date and a note that simply said I love you and his name on the back, a photo of the two of them in Wyoming neatly placed inside. 

“It’s her something new,” Gale answered. Her dress was something old, her mother’s diamond headband something borrowed and she had taken the time to stitch her favorite line from Blue Skies inside her skirt in blue thread. Gale cleared his throat. “She told me to pass along that you would get your gift from her…tonight.” All the girls had giggled furiously when Cass had asked him to pass along the message. There couldn’t have been a better man for the job.

“I think her asking you to tell me that is a gift all in itself, Buck.”

----

Cass was sat in front of the vanity mirror, admiring how her new necklace looked with a smile. She had already married John, had been through more life with him than any other couple she knew, but the prospect of the day still had butterflies in her stomach. It was the kind of day that flitted across her dreams as she had grown up. Wondering what kind of dress she would wear. What the ring on her hand would look like. Who would be waiting for her at the end of the aisle. Never before would she have pictured a man like John Egan but now not a day went by where she didn’t think of him and was waiting for both of them at the end of that aisle. 

“Ma’am, all the guest have been seated and Major Egan is making his way to the altar in-”

“I’d like to see him.” Maybe that was what she needed to calm her nerves. Some needed whiskey or cigarettes but she just needed John. “He doesn’t need to see me, I just need to see him.”

And that was how, on his way to walk down the aisle, he was dragged into a room and told to sit patiently while the woman in charge of ensuring this entire wedding went off without a hitch, tied black fabric over his eyes. 

“Is this really necessary?” he asked once his vision was completely obscured. 

“Yes. Mrs. Egan requested it.” Gale sighed as the woman used Cass’ new last name. It always opened the door to something unscrupulous. 

“Mrs. Egan,” John repeated with a wicked grin. “Mrs. Cassandra Ann Egan. My wife.” He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had asked Cass to write her new name for him just so he could relish in how it looked. How naturally her wrist and fingers moved to draft the letters. It was spectacularly wonderful and he was addicted. 

“Gale? Is he successfully blinded yet?” Cass was getting impatient on the other side of the bedroom door. She could hear her husband and she could feel him. It was like torture not being able to see him or touch him. 

“Spook?” John got up and turned in the direction of her voice, his shins colliding with a coffee table almost instantly. “Motherfucker!” 

“I’m giving you two…” Gale ran through the numbers in his head. He had seen the feral acts the two of them were capable of committing in less than five minutes. Anything more than thirty seconds seemed like they would be consummating a marriage that hadn’t happened yet. “Forget it. You two wouldn’t listen to me anyways. Just remember your parents are right outside!” Gale escorted the planner out and shut the door behind him, a stillness settling over the suite.

“Cass, baby, they’re gone. Can I take this-”

“Absolutely not!” Her voice was no longer muffled as she opened the door and took in the sight of him. Her beautiful, handsome man. Hers and hers alone. The man she had fought for and lived for and loved every day no matter how treacherous. “We have done absolutely nothing the traditional way. Let me have this, please?” John never was too good at denying her anything.

“Fine, then let me have a kiss at least.” Cass gathered her skirt with a small giggle as he stood there awaiting her with his arms open. She pecked him quickly and he leaned forward in a chase for more. “I’m dying, Cass. You didn’t let me see you after dinner last night and now you’re right here in front of me and I can just tell you look heaven sent and now you want to tease me?”

“I’m just so happy right now, Johnny.” Now that name only fell from her lips when the emotions in her chest were too much to even say his name. Whether she was sad or angry or blinded by happiness. He had gotten so used to hearing John that anything different locked him in on a dime. 

“I’m happy, too. Get to marry you all over again.” He felt a little better when her hands rested on his chest, his wrapping around her waist and pulling her as close as he could. His palms could feel lace until her hips and then silk. Maybe a bow at the top of her skirt. “I love you, Cass. Making things grandly official today won’t change anything about us. We’ll still sing as loud as we can in the car and share ice cream on the beach and count stars when we can’t fall asleep.” Her soul warmed when he said the exact words she had needed to hear, not knowing how John had ached with the need to say them. 

“Those sound like the vows you should be saving for later.” 

“I can think of a thousand ways to vow to love you forever, don’t you worry.” She indulged him in a proper kiss then, careful not to mess his perfectly coiffed curls and John restraining himself from tearing at the buttons going up her spine. Everything felt heightened, John unable to anticipate her next move with the fabric covering his eyes.

“What did I do to deserve you?” she asked softly as she knocked her nose against his. “You are so beautiful, inside and out, and intellectual and selfless and meet all my weaknesses with strength...”

“Sounds like a soulmate,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to do forever with you.” 

“We deserve it, my love.”

----

John held his breath as he waited at the altar, all eyes on him as everyone waited for the orchestra to begin playing as a signal of Cass’ arrival. He fiddled with the front of his jacket, ensuring it was straight and smooth, smiling when he caught Olivia and Jill giggling at him from their spots across from him. 

“Your sister is trying to kill me with anticipation,” he whisper-yelled. 

“She’ll make it worth your time, Major,” Olivia teased. Buck clapped John on the shoulders just as the first notes of the Bridal Chorus began to sing through the grove of Spanish Moss trees. 

“Here we go,” Gale said lovingly. Everyone stood and John breathed deeply as Cass’ niece, Jessie, slowly walked down the aisle with a shy grin, tossing rose petals as she did. Her brother Sammy was next to her, two silver rings on a plush pillow in his grip. John squatted down to be at their level as they approached.

“Thank you, princess. You look so pretty.” Jessie threw her arms around him as best she could.

“Thank you, Uncle John.” She ran off to take her seat by her father just as she’d been instructed to at the rehearsal. 

“Sir.” Sammy summoned all seven years of stature he had in him to stand at attention. 

“At ease, Sammy,” John chuckled. The young boy had fancied himself a future soldier. Had been amazed when he found out John was a real pilot just like in his comic books. “My best man, Major Cleven, is going to take those rings and keep them very safe.” Gale took them gently and locked them into his breast pocket. 

“Good work, Sammy.” Buck saluted him with a smile and the little boy was off in the same direction as his sister. John stood to his full height and squared his shoulders, his eyes sharpening their focus on the ornate wooden doors that hid his love from his sight. 

And when they opened. 

And when she lifted her veiled face to look at him, finally. 

And when their eyes met and their smiles matched and the tears welled in his eyes…

Everything felt right in the world. 

Cass kept her eyes on him as she held her fathers arm down the aisle. She had to slip her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from giggling with glee at the sight of John waiting for her. As she got closer, she could see the glassiness in his eyes. He was always so strong. Her stability in this world. The man who had her back through anything with no questions asked. The one person in the universe that loved her unconditionally and with no strings attached and in the exact way that she needed to be loved.

“Do you give this woman to be married to this man?” John was itching to lift her veil and kiss her senseless now that she was this close to him. 

“I do,” her father spoke with pride.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as he pulled her into a hug. 

And then finally it was just the two of them.

And then finally he was able to hold her hand and help her up the final step to stand across from him.

And then finally his shaking fingers found the lace trim of her veil and he finally exhaled as he lifted it over her head. Her eyes were full of adoration as she looked up at him. 

“Hi,” he whispered. His hands landed on her cheeks and her hands rested against his chest.

“I’ve been missing those eyes.” Her own twinkled in kind. John leaned in, he couldn’t help himself, the officiant clearing his throat to stop them.

“We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of John Clarence Egan and Cassandra Ann Cooper,” they smirked at each other. She hadn’t gone by her maiden name in almost three years. Not since London. “We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends.”

A journey of love. Their love had already survived so much. From the moment their eyes had locked on an airfield in England, it had strengthened to withstand the tests of time. Their journey had taken them to the darkest corners of humanity the world had to offer. Had forced them to make difficult decisions in the name of survival. But all those decisions had led them here. All the darkness had led to this overwhelming light. Neither of them would change a thing.

A journey of understanding. They had come together and been torn apart and brought back together. And every stage had led them to becoming a new version of the person they had fallen in love with. They worked hard each and every single day to understand who was sitting across from them. Who was looking at them through the mirror. They had been off kilter for a little while but would always find their balance. 

A journey of perseverance. This was the easiest for them to feel when they looked at each other. They were both stubborn. Bull-headed in their pursuit of survival and a life after war. Aggressively unable to give up on each other. Relentlessly devoted to the forever that they had promised each other. 

“...and dedication to one another that lasts through time. As we stand here today to mark this occasion, we remember that what matters most is not the ceremony itself, but the love and companionship you will continue to share throughout your married life together.” John squeezed her hands. “There are no vows more meaningful and powerful than those which will be shared here today. Your wedding vows are a sacred declaration of your love for each other, the foundation of your relationship as a married couple, and the life you want to build together.” Cass thanked her sister as she handed her the piece of paper her vows were on, turning back to face John and letting his gaze give her the strength to lay bare her emotions.

“John, my blue sky, my love. From the moment I saw you, I couldn’t shake you. You were the first person in a long time to see me. To see all my faults and jagged edges and not to look away but to meet them like a perfect puzzle piece. Where I am weak, you are strong and you have spent everyday making me feel loved and safe and happy in ways words cannot capture.” John used his thumb to wipe a tear from her face and stroked his knuckles up and down her cheek for good measure. “I wouldn’t trade a single moment with you for anything in the world. Even the tough ones, even the painful ones, even the ones where I thought I was going to lose you. Because we’ve already proven our love can face anything and come out stronger on the other side. That forever will only be the beginning for us. And doing life with you, John Egan, will be the honor of my life.” Cass dabbed at the tears under her eyes, John knocking his forehead against hers.

“That was so beautiful, baby. I love you so much and-”

“Major Egan, you could just say your vows.” Gale smiled. Finally someone was getting a taste of what he had dealt with. He handed John the piece of paper and sent a wink in Marge’s direction. John looked down at the paper and swallowed before handing it back to Gale.

“Bucky-”

“I’d rather just tell you, Cass, how I feel in this exact moment because I have never been more in love with you.” She giggled as he held both her hands and locked his baby blues onto her eyes. “I fall more and more in love with you every second that I am with you. You are the reason I survived everything we went through, my love. The reason I made it through to the other side was because I knew that was where a future with you was waiting for me. You had this flyboy dreaming of growing roots from the moment I saw you. From the moment I saw you at a pub with your nose buried in a book, I knew I was done for. I knew you were going to challenge me and make me work to earn your love and it was so worth it, Cass, is still so worth it. We are going to build the most amazing life together, our own little solar system, and I will fight for you and our future every day, Cass. I promise.”

“And you’ve never broken a promise,” she whispered as the tears flowed freely down her face. 

“I don’t plan on starting now, Spook…Can I kiss her yet, Father?” A gentle laugh rippled throughout the crowd around the tears they were wiping away.

“Soon, Major. Repeat after me.”

“I, John Clarence Egan, take you Cassandra Ann Egan to be my wedded wife.”

“I, Cassandra Ann Egan, take you John Clarence Egan, to be my wedded husband.”

“I promise to stand by your side through good times and bad times…”

“...for richer or poorer…”

“...in sickness and in health.”

“I vow to stay true to you and love you…”

“...unconditionally for the rest of my days.” They both finished with a smile, drifting closer and closer to each other as the words wrapped around them. There was no daylight between their torsos as she threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he locked his fingers at the small of her back.

“Do you, John Clarence Egan, take this woman to be your wedded wife?”

“I do,” he said just to her, his blue eyes molten pool of crystalline love.

“Do, Cassandra Ann Cooper, take this man to be your wedded husband?”

“I do,” her heart skipping a beat as John licked his lips. 

“It is now time for you to exchange rings. Your rings symbolize the eternal commitment that you make to each other, and the never ending circle of your love. May these rings always remind you of the commitment you are making here today.” Gale handed each of them a ring, John taking Cass’ left hand tenderly. 

“I, John Clarence Egan, give you, Cassandra Ann Egan, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you.” The silver band fit perfectly on her finger, John swiping his thumb over it a few times to ensure it was real. That after everything they had been through, the two of them were right where they had always wanted to be.

“I, Cassandra Ann Egan, give you, John Clarence Egan, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you.” The band looked at home on his hand. Like he was always meant to be claimed as hers. 

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may-” He wasn’t able to get the word out as their noses bumped together in the urgency to connect their lips. Cheers erupted from the guests and he held her tighter and tighter and tighter against his body and she slipped her tongue into his mouth, John groaning with ecstasy. “It is with great honor that I present you Mr. and Mrs. John Egan!” Cass giggled as John dipped her triumphantly, his lips pressed to the side of her head as they faced the adoring mass in front of them. Her one hand was gripped tightly by his, the other holding her skirt, as they made their way back to the doors that led inside. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Egan, congratulations! We have the reception area-”

“I think I need to change out of my dress, first,” Cass said to the woman but looking at John. Her fingers were already loosening his tie. “Would you like to help me, Mr. Egan?” He nodded wordlessly, catching her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Don’t wait for us to start the party, ma’am. I’m going to take my time with my wife.” 

----

The door to her suite slammed shut behind them and he was on her in an instant. They couldn’t help but laugh into each other’s lips as their noses collided, and her hair was falling out of its style and his hat landed on the ground. 

“You make me so happy,” she whispered as her fingers carded through his curls, tossed his tie to the side and slowly began to undo the buttons of his jacket. “I love you so much, John Egan. Just the way you are.” John brought his hands, delicately, to the diamond headband in her hair, lifting gently and placing it on the table by the door. 

“There was a time I would have done anything to hear you say those words.” She whined as he kissed her once then pulled away. Cass pushed his jacket off his shoulders. “I thought, after I heard them for the first time, that feeling would go away. I’d still do anything just to hear you say you love me.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I love you.” Her arm hooked around his neck and dragged him down to her lips, his hand fumbling to free her hair from the confines of her veil and pins. 

“If I can’t get your hair out of this riddle…” Her kisses were doing nothing to help his concentration. And her hands on his belt buckle were doing even less.

“You haven’t even seen the complex feminine garments that are under this dress yet,” she teased. 

“Cass, I’ll just fucking rip it off of you if you aren’t careful.” She reached her hand towards her hair, pulling one pin for it to cascade around her shoulders in bountiful waves. “How in God’s name…”

“You were going to get started on the buttons of my dress, Major?” 

Thankfully, he was able to compose himself long enough to undo them without tearing the lace of her dress. The release of her corset and stockings allowed her to take a full breath and John lifted her into his arms, her legs around his waist and her chest between his lips. 

“So, so beautiful,” he muttered in a daze as he laid her on the bed. “And all mine.” 

“Let me see what’s all mine,” she breathed as she sat up and kissed down his chest, his fingers undoing the buttons of his dress shirt as quickly as he could possibly manage. She paid extra to kiss exactly where his heart would be. “This right here is the part I’m most honored to have.” She pressed her hand flat and he placed his on top. 

“It’s all yours. Every last beat.” 

Their kisses were sloppy and impatient as they were both fully bare, John crawling to hover over her and kissing a long line down, down, down. He kissed her clit softly, her fingers threading into his curls instantly. He moved oh so slowly and oh so softly and with direct intention behind every flick of his tongue and curl of his finger inside of her. “All mine,” he repeated. 

“All yours, John,” she panted. Her hips lifted ever so slightly off the bed, his forearm pressing them back down into the mattress with force. 

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” Two of his fingers curled against the spot that made her muscles quiver. “That’s my girl.” Cass propped herself onto her elbows to look him in the eye, exactly the way she knew he liked, as his thumb pressed against her clit in the same rhythm as his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, John. Faster.” He obliged. Watched in wonder as her moan caught in her throat and her chest blossomed with the flush of her orgasm. Her hips squirmed as she came back to reality but his fingers weren’t stopping. 

“Want you to make a mess for me, baby.” Ever since he had first learned he could coax arousal from her in such a way, he had been focused on working it out of her again. “Think you could do that for me?”

“Yes, Johnny.” His fingers went deeper and faster and curled against the front of her with a sense of purpose only she would be able to inspire in him. Her hands gripped at her breasts as she moaned. 

“Good girl. Just let yourself go, baby.” She gasped as her hips bucked again, John could hear the change in his fingers pumping in and out of her. Cass was so close he could taste it. When her nails scratched at his scalp and her back arched and her toes curled, he spread her thighs even wider latched his mouth onto her. It was like drinking nectar straight from the source. She writhed against his tongue as he lapped at every drop, John’s own hips seeking friction by rutting against the matress. 

He looked absolutely sinful. Chin coated in her cum. A curl hanging down his forehead. Kissing at the inside of her thigh to make sure he didn’t miss a drop. 

“John…” She was practically out of breath as he stroked her clit one more time just to watch the way her stimulated body reacted to his touch. 

“You soaked the sheets baby. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Need you inside me,” she whimpered as John stood, pulling her to the edge of the bed. “Need my husband to fuck me.” 

“My wife needs my cock?” he asked rhetorically. She nodded, trying to move her hips forward to close the gap. He tapped her with the head of his length before teasing up and down her slit to gather her wetness. He saw stars as he pushed into her. She welcomed as much of him as physically possible, her brow furrowed and mouth agape as she watched him rock in and out of her gently. “Cass.” His hand reached to wrap around her throat as he picked up his pace. A moan escaping her lips in time with his thrusts. 

“Cum inside me, John.” He almost lost his focus at her words. They had been so careful since getting back. Not wanting a child to complicate the things they had been working through. But maybe now that all of that was behind them…

“You mean that?” He needed to be sure, his hips quickening with a mind of their own. 

“I’m cert- oh, right there.” She grabbed his wrist as he hit a particularly sweet spot deep inside of her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Oh, Johnny, I’m so close.” Her own hand reached between them and began to work tight circles around her clit. John loved watching her touch herself. Had a habit of sitting behind her in a mirror and talking her through exactly how he wanted her to do it. 

His hip snapped quicker, the sounds of skin on skin and her sweet moans echoing through the room. “Get there with me, Cass, come on baby.” She knew how many thrusts away he was based on the way his forehead creased and his moans sounded strangled and he would always seek out a kiss from her. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as he stilled and she felt a warmth filling inside her that she hadn’t experienced before. He gripped her hips and pulled her forward, burying himself inside of her to the hilt. Her breath caught in her throat with a squeak as her whole body went stiff before it was shocked back to life by her orgasm. Her moan was the sweetest song as it caressed his ears, his chest heaving as he looked where their bodies were connected. 

“Going to need to do that a couple more times before dinner,” he said, “Just to make sure I’ve gotten the hang of it.” A knock at the door broke their trance.

“We’re busy,” Cass called out lazily as John moved to drop his forearms on either side of her head. He kissed the side of her neck and she craned it to offer him more skin to love on.

“Mr. and Mrs. Egan, we’ve delayed your arrival as much as we can.” There was a very specific balance of timing for such an affair. The first dance and the dance with her father and his mother had to be cadenced perfectly with the toasts and the dinner. Not to mention the five tiered wedding cake and not to mention they had a ship that would be waiting in the morning to take them to their honeymoon. If they were any later, everything could be derailed. She knocked again.

“I am a little hungry,” Cass noted, her thumb smoothing over the crease in the middle of his forehead. “And you did promise you’d sing Blue Skies for me tonight.”

“I did, didn’t I?” She nodded. “Guess we better get you all cleaned up then.”

----

There was an empty chair at the head table the whole night because Cass refused to leave her husband’s lap. No one was surprised that they were late. That Cass’ hair was no longer in the elaborate style she had had previously. Both of their sisters certainly noticed the way her knees buckled and John tightened his arm around her waist. Gale and Marge recognizing the shade of lipstick peeking out from just underneath John’s collar. 

“And now the best man, Gale Cleven, has a few words for the lovely couple.” John whistled as Buck made his way to the microphone, Cass kissing his cheek until he got the hint and turned to kiss her.

“If any of you are new to the John and Cass solar system, I can say with authority they are like this all the time.” The crowd laughed and John raised his glass before taking a sip, Cass burying her face in his neck. “I’ve spent a lot of time with John Egan. Known him from the moment he put on that uniform, making the choice to serve his country. He is a natural pilot. A natural leader. It’s natural for him to love others but hard for him to accept their love in return.” 

“I think he’s trying to make you cry,” Cass whispered. 

“He might.” 

“When I was writing this speech, I was having trouble finding the words to describe the love these two have for each other. The love that never waivered, even on the darkest of nights. And that is because of two things. Firstly, Cass is his compass, his North Star. She guides him home. To safety, to her. To comfort and to love. In return, John chases away the shadows of the night and brings her a Blue Sky. His favorite song, that fact she stuck around after hearing his rendition should tell you all you need to know, and his favorite sentiment. That the presence of someone you love is enough to chase away all your blue days.” Buck turned and faced two of the most important people in his life. Those responsible for his survival in Germany. Who he would never be able to thank enough for getting him home to Marge. “You two gave me the strength to keep fighting. The strength to make it home to my wife. Because you two gave me the courage to believe in destiny and fate and the notion that our souls can find their other half.” 

Cass used her napkin to dab gently at the corner of her eyes, John’s hand squeezing where it rested on her knee. His eyes were focused on his friend with a look of pure love. The look of a man who had survived unspeakable horrors but had his anchor keeping him sane. One on that stage and the other in his arms.

“I love you, John. I don’t say it nearly enough,” she said with her lips pressed to his cheek. 

“Cass and John, I know you have the most incredible, love-filled days ahead of you and I cannot wait to watch the life you two build together because I know for a fact the world is a better place with your love in it. To my two favorite heathens.” Gale raised his glass, Cass blowing him a kiss and John tightly smiling and nodding in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. The flutes of champagne that were passed out went down in a single gulp, the band starting back up as Gale made his way back to the head table. 

“Gale, that was so beautiful. Thank you.” Cass untwined herself from John’s grasp to wrap Buck in a hug. “Here I was thinking you were sick of us and our antics.”

“I am sick of catching you two working on my future niece or nephew but will never tire of watching you two love each other.” Buck went to shake John’s hand but John pulled him in for a hug instead. 

“You got me through, Buck. Got me here with all these blessings,”John looked his friend in the eye, “I’ll never be able to repay that.”

“You repay me by loving your wife with all you got, every day.” Marge walked over to join them. “Hey, maybe you two even name your son after me!”

“Don’t count on it.”

----

The party showed no signs of dying down even a few hours later. Everyone was sufficiently drunk and full of cake. John had brought the house down when he sang just as Cass requested. She was giddy with her love for him.

“Get some fresh air with me?” she requested as he lifted her up and spun her around. 

“Lead the way, my love.” Cass dragged him out the door and a few yards away, dramatically dropping into the grass with a giggle and John followed suit. “Haven’t gotten to just look at the stars with you in awhile.” 

“We’ve been busy. I wouldn’t mind slowing down a little,” she murmured as her cheek rested over his heart.

“Me neither. A little time away is going to be nice.” A couple weeks on safari in Tanzania followed by a couple weeks on the beaches of Zanzibar. It sounded heavenly. 

“It’s going to be perfect.”

One year ago, they had finally escaped hell. It had taken all 365 days since to learn the new intricacies of the person lying with them. To learn their new scars. To love them as equally as the old ones. To convince each other they were safe and could let their guards down again and love each other with the same reckless abandon they had back in England. They had found their way back to each other. Found their way back into the perfect synchronous dance they had mastered. Found their way permanently nestled in each other’s hearts. No longer two separate people but a union. Two halves of a whole locked into a willing embrace for the rest of time. 

They had each other. And not a worry on the horizon.

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Late March 1927, Edinburgh Scotland

It wasn’t the life Samira’s parents wanted for her. She was supposed to marry a man like her father, one who could help run the company she would inherit. Yet, here she was, in a small house in Scotland, making dinner for herself and a man she was not married to. Her parents liked Montgomery when she’d brought him to India—though secretly, her father had implied that while she would still inherit plenty of money upon his death if she married Montgomery, her male cousins would get the company, not she. 

She didn’t know what was worse, the threat of being cut out from the business her family had worked decades for or the fact she didn’t care if her cousins got everything. Samira supposed that was what love did to someone. She was willing to live in a completely different country, where accents were difficult to understand, and the food was atrocious because she loved Montgomery. Of course, Scots were much kinder to her than most English—perhaps it was over a shared bond of being ruled over by a bunch of culture-lacking idiots, or how Montgomery and his sister Elspeth called them when their English friends weren’t around, numpty cunts. 

She tried to spend her free time with the local Indian community in Edinburgh, but most days she was alone in their house while Montgomery treated the poor. She didn’t have siblings or female cousins, so she had grown up mostly alone. It didn’t bother her. 

Some days Samira spent hours staring at the photographs of Montgomery and Edeline. When they had moved in, Montgomery set those aside, knowing it was inappropriate to have all those photos of his former wife, but she had insisted on hanging them. She thought it cruel to leave her in a dark corner, gathering dust. She was not jealous of the woman her lover had married years ago. She knew how deeply he felt for her—the quiet weeping in the late of the night he thought she did not hear when it was their wedding anniversary or her birthday and day of death. Samira knew she was loved by him, and therefore found it pointless to deny the presence of Edeline’s ghost.

The door opened, and the Scotsman walked in with a smile on his face—most days he came home upset, groaning over the sick people he couldn’t help. 

Samira welcomed the change of emotions as she kissed to greet him. “You’re in a good mood.”

He nodded. “Aye. Today’s a good day.”

“And why’s that?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I dinna ken. Just is.”

During dinner, Montgomery talked her ear off, telling her a humorous thing that had happened at the hospital where he worked. It was the happiest he’d looked in some time, and Samira was sure there was a reason behind his mood. It was nefarious to think so, but for someone who’d dealt with bouts of melancholia often, being this happy meant there was a force behind it. 

In the evening, after they’d gotten ready for bed, Montgomery played an old classical song on their phonograph, twirling her into a waltz. While she had learned Western dances for fast-paced jazz such as the Foxtrot and Charleston, she’d never learn how to properly waltz—at Byron and Eleora’s wedding, she’d spent most of the slow dances drinking until proper jazz began to play. Montgomery led them slowly as she tried to clumsily follow along, praying she wouldn’t step on his toes. 

“Ya make me wanna do this every night,” he claimed, his blue eyes unfocused without his glasses.

“Step on your toes while I try not to make a fool of myself?”

He chuckled. “No. Just… bein’ with ya. Together.”

Samira stepped away from him and crossed her arms. “What are you plotting?”

“What’d ya mean?”

“I know you’re up to something.”

At this, he paused before slowly nodding. “Aye, ya’ve got me there, darlin’.”

He walked toward the nightstand on his side of the bed, putting on his glasses and opening the drawer to fetch something. “I’d like to see ya when I do this.”

“Do what?”

He smiled, turning around, and she quickly realized he was holding a small box. “I think… I’m ready. To move on. I fuckin’ love ya, Samira,” he began, bending on a knee, revealing a ring adorned with a small diamond. “I wanna marry ya. And… I ken that I’m not the man yer parents wanted for ya. I’m a hypocrite when it comes to me politics and friends, and I’m difficult to live with. I canna offer the life ya deserve, but I love ya, and I’ll do anythin’ for ya. I’ll be yer husband, if ya’ll have me.”

Samira pulled him by his arm to stand. “Oh, shut up you bloody melodramatic Scot, of course I will fucking marry you—I don’t care what people think of us. I love you. And that’s all I need.”

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Excerpt from Blood in Central Park by Talia Saint-James and Raquel Vicente (2019)

They were the perfect newlyweds. She, a stunning socialite from a well-to-do New York cornerstone family. He, a movie star-handsome heir to a railroad empire. Their engagement photograph graced society papers, inciting admiration and envy among New York's elite and its most destitute who wished to be part of the fairy tale.

Enormous sums and figures flew through the rumor mill: five thousand dollars on roses alone, a wedding dinner catered by none other than Auguste Escoffier, bridesmaid dresses ordered from a Parisian fashion house bedecked in so many pearls that each dress was said to cost the same as a brand-new Ford Model A. To say nothing of the bride's dress, which, as the Little Daisy society paper reported:

"[It] was the result of an endless parade of tailors and ladies armed with needles, scissors, and a bazaar of rainbow threads marching in and out of the Davar house like a royal procession. Miss Preddy informed us that Miss Davar rejected a representative from Givenchy, and pooh-poohed Paul Poiret outright with the reported dismissal of 'too gauche'. We are told that the mounting price tag will be worth its weight in gold as Miss Davar shall be a walking advertisement as she makes her way down the gilded aisle."

The Daisy was correct. When the final sum was revealed in a later issue, readers across the city and as far away as Charleston and Kansas City marveled at the $19,500 dress, today worth nearly $250,000. The Deb newsletter for New York's debutante and cotillion community called it "the American Princess Dress" [7] while Mrs. Jeanne DeVrai-Lucas haughtily dismissed it as a "wasteful pile of silk and sparkle" [8]. Regardless of appreciation or envy, the dress was the talk of the city. It was, as many said, perfectly fitting for the future Mrs. Forbes Dunn.

Yet it was clear from the start that even the blushing bride herself had her reservations and fears. In a letter written to a close friend, she disclosed:

"I've had horrendous dreams lately, mostly about that dress. I dreamt Mother had the laundress press it, but when it was returned to me, it was soaked right through with blood. I scrubbed and scrubbed, but the blood kept spreading. When I woke, I ran to the armoire and checked that the dress was all right. It was, of course, but I thought about it all through breakfast, and had to beg off before tennis with Delilah because it gave me such an awful feeling."

This letter in its entirety has been the subject of intense scrutiny since it was first made public. In 1977, self-proclaimed medium and mystic Lorraine Debecker claimed that it was shot through with negative energy, like Sunshine carried a curse with her. In a televised special, Debecker held a copy of the letter in her trembling hands and told her gathered entourage of believers and supposed skeptics that she could feel Sunshine communicating to her directly. The original copy, said Debecker, had additional words scribed in invisible ink. If the current holders wanted to know the truth of Sunshine's death, they would need to analyze the letter for this supposed hidden message.

Although no efforts were made in 1977 to reveal the purported invisible ink message, researchers from Columbia University did investigate the letter in 2012 and found no evidence of any hidden writing [9]. While this conspiracy was disproved, it showed the attention to Sunshine Davar's anxieties in the weeks leading up to her death, and the desperation for answers to this century-long mystery.

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Atlanta Wedding Photographers Capture a Speakeasy Themed Historic Wedding

As an Atlanta wedding photographer I love when a couple's personality comes out on their wedding day. Rachel and Chris wanted to have a 30’s speakeasy themed wedding.  They both had a love of early 20th century fashion and bourbon, which made for a delightful wedding day.

The wedding was held at Lela's Place, a historic venue in Peachtree City.   It is an early century farm house with a large porch out front.  There is a gazebo, wooded area and event area outside the venue for many options for your ceremony and reception.  In the front of the house there is a large wooden arch and benches for sitting.

The wedding invites explained the theme and dress code for the wedding.   They had little bourbon bottles with a key on them for wedding favors.  The note on the bottle said “The key to happiness is love….and the ability to open a bottle”.  

On the table as you walk in they had a custom bottle of Jack Daniels with their name and the date of their wedding as well as a custom decanter and glasses with their name in a logo with the date of their wedding.  

On the memory table (a table honoring loved ones who have passed)  as you walked into the venue the couple shared family photos of family members and loved ones that had passed away.  Beside the photos was the honor flag of Chris’s Grandfather a World War I veteran.  These are the people they were missing and thought of on their wedding day.

As the guests arrived I could tell how excited they were to dress up.  The women wore layered flapper dresses that would shimmer as they walked.  The men wore suits with vests and some even had boiler hats and fedoras to match the theme.  As I looked around it was like I was going back in time to speakeasy in the 1020’s.

The wedding ceremony started when Chris and the minister entered the ceremony area. When it was time for the wedding the groomsmen came into the ceremony area dancing in the aisle handing out beers to guests like little Budweiser fairies.  Before long the maid of honor came tossing rose petals in the air and in the aisle.  After that the best dog came down the aisle dressed with a sparkly collar and a bandana that says “best dog” accompanied by the groom's nieces.  The guests loved it.  Once the bridal party was finished  the bride entered and the guests stood up.  I could tell Chris was a little emotional seeing Rachel for the first time in her beautiful wedding dress.  The ceremony was officiated by a family friend who also became emotional when he shared his love for the couple.  Rachel and Chris wrote their own vows which were heartfelt and humorous at times.  The official announced them husband and wife as the guests cheered them on for the first kiss as a married couple.  

As the guests were enjoying the cocktail hour, we took the family photos at the ceremony location. Once done I took the couple outside into the woods for some romantic wedding photos.  I could tell they were starting to relax and enjoy being a married couple.  We went around the house and gazebo taking photos.  It was a nice break for the couple.  

The reception consisted of a catered buffet of chicken, vegetables and many kinds of desserts and fancy tarts.  Everyone enjoyed their meal and toasted to the newly married couple.  As some of the guests were eating Rachel snuck away upstairs and changed into her flapper dress. It was a beautiful layered dress with long glass beads that glowed in the warm light in the reception area at night.  

Once everyone was done toasting and eating then it was on to the dancing!  There was vintage music mixed with modern dance songs.  Everyone was dancing into the night, especially Chris's sister and her daughters.   They did the usual line dancing along with old dance moves like the Charleston.  It was a fun time for all.  Once the dancing was done it was time for the exit.  Guests lined up in front of the historic house with sparklers as the newlyweds ran down the sidewalk stopping to kiss and wave to the guests.  It was a perfect ending to historic wedding!

Thanks for checking out this Atlanta wedding photographers blog! I hope you enjoyed the read and found it interesting and helpful! Make sure you keep coming back to our blog to see what the Atlanta wedding photographers at Atlanta Artistic Weddings get up to! If you’d like to contact me go to the contact page and drop me a line at https://www.atlantaartisticweddings.com/contact-atlanta-wedding-photographer. I would love to hear from you!

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Kiawah Island, nestled along the pristine coastline of South Carolina, is an idyllic destination for couples seeking a romantic and picturesque backdrop for their wedding day. To turn your Kiawah Island wedding dreams into a reality, consider enlisting the expertise of a Kiawah Island wedding planner. Here's why a wedding planner on this enchanting island can make your special day even more memorable.

Local Expertise: A Kiawah Island wedding planner possesses an intimate knowledge of the island's unique venues, breathtaking vistas, and the best local vendors. They can guide you to hidden gems that perfectly suit your wedding vision.

Customized Planning: These experts specialize in creating personalized weddings that reflect your style and preferences. Whether you desire a beachfront ceremony, a rustic-chic celebration, or a grand ballroom affair, a Kiawah Island wedding planner can bring your vision to life.

Vendor Connections: Kiawah Island wedding planners have strong relationships with the island's top-notch vendors, ensuring you have access to the best caterers, florists, photographers, and other essential services for your big day.

Logistical Mastery: From coordinating transportation for your guests to managing accommodations and everything in between, your wedding planner will expertly handle all logistics, leaving you free to savor every moment.

Crisis Management: Unexpected challenges can arise during any event, but a Kiawah Island wedding planner is experienced in managing these situations efficiently and discreetly, ensuring your day remains stress-free.

Budget-Friendly Options: Wedding planners on Kiawah Island can help you make the most of your budget without compromising on quality. They know how to stretch your dollars while maintaining the dreamy ambiance you desire.

Local Insights: Your wedding planner can incorporate local Charleston and Kiawah Island traditions into your celebration, adding an authentic touch to your wedding.

Peace of Mind: With a professional taking care of every detail, you can relax and enjoy the journey to your wedding day with confidence, knowing that you're in capable hands.

Weather Contingency Plans: Kiawah Island wedding planners are well-prepared for the unpredictability of coastal weather. They'll have backup plans in place to ensure your wedding goes smoothly regardless of what Mother Nature throws your way.

Experience and Passion: Above all, a Kiawah Island wedding planner is deeply passionate about this stunning locale and has the experience needed to harness its charm. They understand the island's culture and history, infusing your event with its unique character.

Kiawah Island is a captivating place to exchange vows, surrounded by natural beauty and southern charm. A skilled wedding planner on the island can take your vision and transform it into a breathtaking reality. Whether you're envisioning an intimate beach wedding or a lavish affair, entrusting your wedding plans to a Kiawah Island wedding planner will allow you to experience a day that exceeds your wildest dreams in this coastal paradise.

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Benefits Of Hiring Drone Photography For Your Event

At the arrival of festive seasons and auspicious days, people get ready for big events with their presentations. Weddings, birthdays, conferences, trade shows, and promotional events require esthetic venue decorations. Above all, organizers want to capture their special events as videos and photos to cherish the remarkable scenes. While amateur photography is the worst thing people experience at their events, hiring a drone photography service is an excellent way to prevent embarrassment. Here are some benefits you can expect from such a media company.

Technically advanced

An inferior photo quality in a wedding album could upset everyone who wants a portrait in the best clothing. When you do not have prior knowledge of shooting through a DSLR camera, you cannot create any better image with your cellphone camera.  Only trained photographers at a professional drone media service know how to adjust the shutter speed and focal point to the correct position. They bring all components and camera accessories to the venue and prepare the camera for shooting.

Cover the entire venue

If the venue includes locations far from the camera stand, the lens cannot capture an object in the distance. Sometimes a couple of photographers cannot walk faster to shoot various moments at different locations. There is a risk of missing many crucial scenes from the catalog if you lack enough cameras. Instead of torturing the photographer to cover everywhere, you should hire a drone photography company. The operator can control the wireless, unmanned aerial vehicles using a remote device. The screen shows all the frames ready to capture through the lens without shaking the subject.

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For some good reasons, you want to include a subject from different angles and appreciate the beauty of art. Unfortunately, some locations are not easy to cover using your bare hand or a selfie stick. Taking a photo with a bird's view from a high vertical angle is impossible without technology support. Invest in a drone photography service If you do not waste money on cranes and tracks used in movie sets. The drone can reach any height and capture beautiful images from all angles.

Impress your guests

It is tradition to wear clean clothes to official events, and people are ready to show off their collections. When they receive invitations to your event, they will prepare to reach the venue on their best behavior. Now, it is your turn to do the honor by treating them with modern photography in their presence. Let a team of photography experts fly their drones and capture images of guests in the scene. The drone photography emphasizes your sincerity of the events.

A candid picture of such photography may make you smile, but it will never reach a par of standard resolution. Call a service provider of drone photography in Charleston and discuss the subject arrangement in advanced.

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