Bound To Him

"Ava, come out!" Tristan called out. All the other three came to Tristan's side.

Ava tried to get up, but Kelly held her hand and stopped her.

"Ava, little one, don't you want to see your Tristan," Tristan said.

Ava was having difficulty staying in the corner. When she heard Tristan's voice she wanted to forget everything Sara said and run into his arms.

"Ooooouuch!" Tristan screamed, pretending he got hurt. He knows this was the only way to bring Ava out of her hiding place. Her innocent heart could not let her avoid him in his pitiful state.

It worked! Ava came running out, shouting his name, "Tristan!"

The girls knew it was probably time to come out, but most of them still hid behind their perches, they were waiting for Sara's signal. The lights were on, and water came pouring down from the ceiling, and it had glitter in it. All the aristocratic heirs were drenched and glittery.

"What the hell!" Aiden screamed.

"What the heck were they thinking? Blake asked, angrily.

"Fuck!" Dimitri cursed.

"Where are you hurt?" Ava said inspecting Tristan everywhere. He relaxed when he saw her. His little one cannot ignore him ever. His wait was finally over.

"Nowhere, my love," Tristan replied.

Ava saw how drenched Tristan was, and she felt bad. Maybe she shouldn't have listened to Sara's stupid idea.

"Tristan, I am sorry," Ava said repentantly, wiping water from his face.

"Hmm Hmm ", Tristan kept quiet.

The other three felt a little jealous. Look at Ava worrying about glitter water and wiping Tristan's face, while they, on the other hand, didn't have anyone to worry about them.

"Tristan, turn that way," Ava took the napkin and kept on wiping him clean.

"Where are those pests?" Tristan asked sternly, referring to the male dancers.

"Ahh they left, we told them to leave," Ava looked everywhere except at Tristan's eyes.

"Did you look at them?" Tristan asked.

"No, I was thinking about you," Ava said truthfully.

"Hmm… that's good," Tristan said, satisfied with her answer.

"I need to wipe out those memories," Tristan frowned. Ava didn't understand what he meant.

He started removing his coat just like the others to get the glitter and water off of them. They had instructed someone to get the extra shirts in Tristan's trunk so they could change. The guys always had a change of clothes in their trunks, just in case accidents like these happen.

"I'll give you something to look at, you little minx, my body looks better than those male dancers," Tristan thought as he started removing his shirt.

The other guys were so pissed off they forgot that some of the women were still hiding, they took off their shirts like they were at home. Ava was surprised and stared at them for a bit when she remembered all the women could see their hard-toned chiseled bodies.

"Tristan STOP! Do not take off your shirt," Ava said trying to button his shirt back, "You are mine, and nobody else can see what's underneath," she said possessively. It made Tristan smile, "I love this possessive side of you," he said as he kissed her.

By this time all the women had come out and were hooting and hollering at the men. "Oh yeah! They screamed, these were better than those guys we hired," someone shouted.

The heirs were surprised and glared at the women, but the women were relentless. So they just went on to change their shirts. After the misunderstanding was fixed and the wet floor was cleaned, they had the music going again everybody started partying with the Aristocratic heirs, they couldn't say no to Ava when she apologized and asked them to stay.

Blake was on the hunt, going around looking for the female that enchanted him, but it seemed like she had disappeared into thin air.

Sara received an important phone call after she ran out on Blake, and it prompted her to leave, she would apologize to Ava later. She had something important to take care of.

Today was the day of the wedding. It was a day of joy for both households. 

The Ambrosio's have been waiting for this momentous occasion for a long time, they didn't even think it would happen, but fate always gets in the way and intercedes, who knew a heart as stone-cold as Tristan's would ever be thawed out.

The Wesley's though apprehensive at first, saw through their daughter's innocent eyes that love and understanding can break barriers and stereotypes, no matter how young or old a person may be, there would be no heart left untouched when it came to love.

The venue has been decorated with all white roses, hydrangeas, peonies, Casablanca lilies, delphinium, and Lily of the Valleys imported from England, it was like they brought every white flower they could find and brought them for this very important wedding. Candles of every shape and size were everywhere, lending a very seductive glow to every table. It was magical, like something you would find in a fairy tale, just the way Ava imagined it to be.

Since their guests were coming from every part of the country and the world, the cuisine followed the theme of having multiple cuisines, each banquet table had a specialty prepared by chefs from the country the cuisine represented.

Ava was in her robe waiting for the make-up artist to finish her work, they had opted for a natural look since Ava's skin was already soft and clear, not wanting to distract from her natural beauty. Her hair was done that morning, curled at the ends and left to freely flow behind her back, a Swarovski crystal headband adorned her head, almost seeming like a crown.

Sara and Kelly, being her bridesmaids, were on the other chairs getting primped as well.

"Oh look how pretty you are, it's now time to wear your dress," Sara said excitedly. 

It took two assistants to get her into this very delicate simple-looking lace dress with a sweetheart neckline that was nothing but simple. As Tristan said, nothing should be spared when it came to their wedding. It was handcrafted with very fine Italian lace and was beaded with Swarovski crystals, making the gown sparkle every time Ava moved. 

They had to fly to Italy to have this dress made by a very famous Italian designer, and just like her engagement ring this dress was one of a kind, and nobody else has it in the entire world. 

When they placed the veil and asked her to turn around, everyone was speechless. It took a while before somebody made a sound, and it made Ava nervous. She searched their faces questioningly.

"Wow! Wow! You are so beautiful, Ava, I'm at a loss for words," Kelly said with her eyes wide open.

"Awww," Sara sniffed, "My baby sister looks all grown up."

"Ava… I don't know what to say. Yesterday, you were just in your cradle, but today, oh my baby…," Mrs. Wesely started crying.

Handing a tissue to her mom, "It's okay, mom, don't cry, you'll ruin your makeup," Sara smiled and said, dabbing on her eyes as well. Who knew her sister would fall in love and get married before she did.

Grandma had jewelry custom made to commemorate this special occasion in her life, one that she will always treasure and remember. It was sent the day before, but it was a surprise for Ava, so she didn't know that grandma had a gift for her.

It was a blue sapphire and diamond wedding set, each blue sapphire was encircled by diamonds and was assembled to form the bracelet and the necklace, on her ears grandma wanted a pair of the rarest, darkest blue single sapphire that was encircled by diamonds.

"Awww..," Mrs. Wesley couldn't stop the waterworks, "My daughter looks all grown up, you look so beautiful, my dear, I just want to hug you and squish you," she was emotionally overwhelmed.

It was time for the ceremony. Kelly helped put on her Louboutin customized with Swarovski crystal shoes on, and they made their way. Ava was a little nervous, so she was taking deep breaths. "I am ready," she says to herself.

On the groom's side, Tristan was wearing a very elegant designer black three-piece suit, and for the first time in his life he let a professional style his hair, it had to be special, so he let them fuss over him for once. With him were the other aristocratic heirs. Dimitri had on a dark brown suit, Blake was wearing a dark grey, and Aiden was wearing dark forest green.

Tristan had put on some of his cologne and just topped off his look with sapphire and diamond cufflinks that grandma had ordered to be custom made so his links would match Ava's jewelry.

"Man, say goodbye to your single life," Blake said.

"He is not sad, he's more than eager to get married," Aiden chuckled.

"He can't wait for his woman to be legally Mrs. Ambrosio," Dimitri said.

"She always has been Mrs. Ambrosio from day one," Tristan said proudly.

And for once joyous laughter can be heard from this group of friends that grew up in difficult situations, for today, they can forget about all their cares in the world, and they can celebrate.

Tristan got on the stage and waited for Ava patiently, on his side he had Blake, Aiden, and Dmitri as his best men. 

Grandma and grandpa were at the door greeting all the guests, together with Mr. and Mrs. Wesley. He knew Ava had arrived when they closed the door and everybody took their places.

The anticipation was killing him, he knew that Ava would be very beautiful, they had planned all of this together but he was not prepared when the doors opened, and Ava started walking towards him beside her father. His heart slammed into his chest and for one second he could not breathe. He was overwhelmed with her beauty and her smile. She had her eyes glued to him, and her face was glowing.

That was the smile that he would remember forever, the one that would pick him up whenever he would feel down. That was the smile that would make him thankful every day that they were together.

Mr. Wesley was feeling emotional, he still felt that his daughter was too young to get married, his heart was having this wrenching pain that his daughter was getting stolen. But he had to control himself and think that Tristan was indeed an exemplary choice as her husband. 

"Take care of her always. I am giving you a piece of my heart," Mr. Wesley said as he handed Ava's hand to Tristan.

"Yes father, I will always take care of her," Tristan said, determined.

As Tristan and Ava looked at each other everyone can see that there was nothing but pure joy and love in their eyes. 

The ceremony was going on but the lovers couldn't help but keep on looking at each other and smiling, it was like they were having a conversation all on their own while the priest was officiating. 

They both got nervous when it was time to say their vows. Declaring their love for each other with everyone listening in on them was new for both of them. They were very private people and would rather do this on their own. 

"I knew the first second I met you that you were destined to be mine. You are the sunshine, and the only ray of light in my cold and dreary world. I promise to prioritize our love and our relationship above all else. You are mine forever, and I will always be yours. My little one, your love, is all I need. I love you, Mrs. Ava Ambrosio," Tristan said lovingly.

"I don't even know why I was scared when I first met you, but then unknowingly I fell in love with you. The way you love, pamper, and take care of me makes me fall in love with you more each day. You make me feel safe, I know you are the rock I can count on whenever I need something to lean on. I know that no one can love me more than you do, and I belong to you as much as you belong to me. I love you my Tristan," Ava said with tears in her eyes, remembering all the things they have gone through.

Tristan's eyes were moist as well, he got emotional hearing her vows. It was perfect, just the way he had imagined it to be. 

They exchanged their wedding bands and couldn't wait to kiss each other, you can see the anticipation in their eyes. They were elated when the priest finally said, "You may now kiss the bride."

They couldn't wait to get their hands on each other, this kiss felt like it was different from all the other kisses they have shared before, something like their first kiss but more intense. It was their first kiss after they became husband and wife.

They kissed each other thoroughly and passionately, not caring about the shouts and applause around them.