wedding day.
robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader
￫ description: the moments before bob realizes he’s going to call you his wife, forever.
￫ c/w: swearing and fluff.
￫ a/n: @rhettabbotts shelby, i love you with my whole heart. thank you so much for always discussing the most emotional and depraved thoughts with me. this is for you my sweet angel! <3
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Bob’s voice was breathless.
“You scrub up nicely.” Bob’s brother chimed in as Bob took in his reflection in the hotel mirror.
His clean cut suit was framed to fit his shoulders perfectly, his trousers straight legged and not a crease in place, the bolo tie was knotted perfectly, but made to look like it still had an air of ‘causal’ to it.
But Bob wasn’t standing in shock at his appearance, no. He was rigid in place because the sight of him in his suit could only mean one thing. He was really about to marry you today.
“Fuck!” Bob exclaimed again, this time his eyes going wide and an unbelieving smile breaking out onto his face. His wide eyes of shock made the tears fall freely over his cheeks, flowing uncontrollably due to the sudden realization that you were finally going to be his wife.
“You good?” Bob’s brother asked him again with a questioning laugh, handing him a tall glass of ice water to cool Bob’s ever drying throat.
“Yeah, yeah, I just- I can’t believe it, I’m gon’ marry them today.”
Bob took a sip of the water and choked slightly when his brother clapped him on his back. “Anyone would be lucky to have you, especially lookin’ that good. Ma’s gon’ loose herself when she sees you.”
“God, don’t remind me.” Bob and his brother broke out into laughter and it eased Bob’s nerves momentarily. Twenty minutes later and he was sat on the edge of the hotel bed, with his knee bouncing so rigorously he thought it would pop from his kneecap. The glass of water had dried up, but Bob’s damp hands gripped onto it as if it was the only thing anchoring him right now.
There was not a single doubt in Bob’s mind that this was the right decision. He had known you were the one for him after your first date, but the anticipation to get to the alter, say your vows and place the ring on your finger so he could finally call you his wife, was killing him. If you’d both had your ways, you would’ve got married at a registry office a year down the line, but you were doing this for your families.
The next hour was no easier than the last and Bob’s pretty sure he blacked out for half of it as he waited at the top of the alter. For eighty minutes of heart palpations, clammy palms and aching muscles, with the opening of the Church doors, all those sensations melted away as Bob laid his eyes on you.
Time stopped completely. The music drowned out from Bob’s ears and his heart came to a lovesick halt. Bob could only focus on you and your radiant smile, with creases in the corners of your eyes, beaming down to him from the length of the Church.
Of course, it didn’t stop the tears from falling. The sight of you in your wedding dress and coming towards him to make yourself his wife, it only caused a flood more tears.
