One Shots
Teuvo Teräväinen (5)
You could see Teuvo pacing in the church lobby through the peephole in the heavy wooden door. You knew he couldn’t wait to see you in your wedding dress; he always was impatient. But now the big day had come, and you were nervous. You could only imagine how nervous Teuvo must be, being married anywhere but his native country of Finland.
His parents had come to witness the spectacle, travelling overseas. You wanted to impress them, for sure; they were your in-laws. Well, they would be in a few hours. You had only met them briefly before.
Teuvo kept glancing at his watch, and you knew it was time for him to go stand at the altar. He cast one more longing glance towards the door behind which you stood, then strode towards the glass doors leading into the chapel.
You opened the door, finally, after he left. Your father was waiting to escort you down the aisle. The music hadn’t started yet, but you shivered in anticipation. There was nothing either of you could say to ease the anxiety- for you, this was the first day of the rest of your life; for your father, you were no longer his little girl, nor was he the only man who held your heart.
You heard the first strains of music play, silently nodding your head at you dad, who linked arms and started strolling down the aisle. You felt all the eyes on you, and some gasps were audible, as well as a few “Woah”s and, from a little girl, “She’s so pretty!”
You smiled, but all you could focus on was Teuvo at the altar. All Teuvo could see was you, only you, in your simple white dress. You hadn’t wanted anything fancy, or expensive. You had seen this one, and knew it was the one. Teuvo must have thought it was perfect, especially when you looked him in the eyes at the altar: all you could see was desire, pure, ravenous desire, like he couldn’t wait to kiss you.
You stood through the ceremony, repeating the vows you had practiced, in the chapel and on your own. You finally reached the climax of the entire afternoon with two simple words: “I do.”
You had barely heard the minister say “You may now kiss the bride” before Teuvo’s lips were upon yours in a passionate embrace.
You heard him whisper with that Finnish accent you had fallen in love with into your ear as you broke apart, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mrs. Teräväinen.”
