6th of February, 1965

Jude's POV

Once we took seats next to each other in the limousine, the chaffeur started to drive us to the church where we are planning to marry. As we couldn't wait to marry each other lastly, we were holding each other's hands, peeping through the car's crystal glasses, thereafter looking at each other's felicity faces as our eyes met, grinning, followed by a kiss on my head from Timothy, squeezing the grip as he cupped my small, feminine hand with the manicured in red fingernails whilst he hummed pleasantly when his look turned into goggled chocolate eyes into my shining face.

-I can't wait to be your wife, darling!- I exclaimed with hysterical voice as I rested my head on his shoulder whilst relishing the moment between us as the chaffeur was driving us to the special place. 

-In my opinion, you are already my wife though not according to the law yet, sweetie. *as I gazed at his chocolate eyes in fathomless way* Where we are going to be formally married!- He uttered with his sweet voice as his another hand was touching the leather backseat. 

-Aww! You are so adorable, Tim! Because you are already my husband in all cases with exception the law one. 

The car behind our limousine was beeping constantly, signalising that there are bridegrooms and there is going to be a wedding ceremony very soon. We couldn't help, however, being so delighted and impatient to the upcoming event. Preparing mentally and physically for the ceremony that is on the horizon.

A several minutes later...

As the limousine and the another car in front of us stopped near the paving curb, we stepped out of the cars by arriving outside me and my beloved Timothy as our arms were under each other's forearms while Mother Claudia, Charlotte, Ramona and Jonathan took a deep breath once I saw from a couple of metres Grace and Kit with their children who wore formal clothes like everyone else. We interracted to each other by greeting each other with warm and friendly hugs, kisses on the cheeks as I was cautious enough with my make up. Meantime, I received lovely compliments from Kit and Grace including their children which were so gracious.

Then we walked all together inside the church as they sat on the wooden benches with exception of me and Timothy, walking in slow but romantic way as we rolled our eyes in each angle. The priest was expecting us.

The priest could be described in the ideal way:

Visually he looked above 50 years old with short silver straight hair, with balding spots on some parts of his head; his face was as white as a snow, followed by his well-formed facial traits which perfectly fit into his face, rendering him to look more youthful unlike his naturally gray hair. His eye color was an almond brown. The priest himself wasn't tall at all- he was rather 5'4, with an inch shorter than me. His body structure was mildly chubby, compared to his height. His sacred habit was actually in white with golden lines and figures, holding in one of his wrinkled but timid and pale hand the Bible. 

Once we were approaching the elder man, he pierced his almond eyes filled with holy energy, his broad smile emerged across his lips as he was playing in the role of God, noticing how two young angels, devoted and loyal to God, walking along, arm under arm like a couple that anticipates to be married as soon as possible, wearing glistening smiles across their mellow lips, their eyes sparkling like stars; we were the angels in the priest's eyes. The guests had utterly paid their attention to us. 

As we stepped against each other, awaiting for priest's boring long speech and religious songs by rolling our eyes, consequently looking at each other's faces with a large smile across our lips, our hearts scarcely beating as the time has stopped abruptly. I murmured dissatisfied due to the boredom "When he is going to finish with this part?" as Timothy fixed his eyes on me in soothing way which could calm me down and mesmerize me like a minute has passed although I would stare at his pragmatical and flawless chocolate eyes whose first thing to stare at is actually me. He cupped my cheek with one of his palms whilst the priest kept on with the reciting process, sensing the warm and unique sensation that pacifies me.

-Don't worry, my rare bird! You will realize too soon that his reciting process had just ended so quickly. - He whispered to me with tranquil voice.

I nod my head in modest way as 30 more seconds have passed until the epilogue was a fact by closing the hallowed book, speaking with sacred voice as each guest's eyes were fixed on us as they were waiting and waiting for the most priceless moment.

-Mrs.Judith Howard, do you take Mr.Timothy Howard as your husband? - The priest posed the question in grave way as he looked at my eyes.

-Yes, I do!- I replied his question with a monstrous pride, a broad smile which was shining as Timothy grasped my hand, holding it tightly as we had already formed a powerful and unbreakable bond. 

-Mr.Timothy Howard, do you take Mrs.Judith Howard as your wife? - The older man directly faced my darling as he enquired the same question to me. 

-Yes!- With a loud, lucid and sublime voice. 

-You may kiss your bride now!- The priest announced formally as we earned plenty of applauds in the background whilst we kissed each other normally initially, thereafter our kisses tended to be more aggressive. Throughout we broke off the kiss as soon as we realised that we are in publib and we cannot afford more luscious kisses as we do in private. 

-Bravo to the bridegrooms!- The younger women Charlotte and Ramona cheered us as they were shouting with an enormous pride in their hearts. Their euphoria was particularly visible, of course. 

Per a second, the applauds faded down, decreasing its decibels as the guests stood off the bench, heading all along outside by starting to celebrate as we ate, drank, dancing and jabbering for random stuff. 

Charlotte and Ramona were talking like best friends to each other whilst tasting from the wedding cake with mine and Timothy's figures upon the cake's top whilst Mother Claudia and my boss Jonathan Smith were sitting like outsiders, discussing together something personal as they watched us how we were having so much fun together with Kit, Grace, Julia, Thomas and my official husband Tim, of course. They were smiling in humble way, their eyes, filled with joy observing us, barely making any eye contact between them. 

The children wanted to dance with us so much as their parents were dancing and having so much fun, laughing together like cheerful and frisky children whilst the background music was playing. 

Hey, where did we go
Days when the rains came ?
Down in the hollow
Playing a new game,
Laughing and a-running, hey, hey,
Skipping and a-jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping
And you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.  

Tim sang that to me as he was holding Julia's tiny hands as I cackled unconditionally. 

So hard to find my way
Now that I'm all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My, how you have grown!
Cast my memory back there, Lord,
Sometime I'm overcome thinking about
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.  

If I need to be frank, this song was a viral to me once Tim started to sing it to me by teasing me in non-hostile way. Afterward, one more romantic and slower in its rhythm wedding song started which enforced our dancing partners to be changed instantly as Timothy moved to me quickly whilst Kit grabbed Grace by her thin waist with his both hands wrapped, her head lying next to his as it was leaned. We positioned ourselves in the same dancing pose as my both hands were wrapped around Timothy's brittle neck, my fingers touching his costume's blazer fabric. 

During the dance process, Thomas and Julia were cheering us by enjoying the moment how their parents and their aunt and uncle were dancing either too, smiling to us in such serene and cute way as they couldn't resist the amorous moment. They were commenting something:

-Just look at our mommy and daddy including auntie and uncle how they dance.- Thomas exclaimed with his childish voice by piercing his eyes into his parents and us in the same time.

-Aww, aren't they adorable together actually? - Julia asked a rhetorical question as she grinned, playing with her hair nervously.

We carried on to dance. The song's instrumental was so reassuring, magnificent and ravishing. It was melting my pulsating heart that was beating for the man who conquered it with his courage and strong personality. 

-I love you very much, Mr. Howard! - I whispered in his ear as we danced.

-I love you a lot to death, my rare bird Mrs.Howard!- He murmured with seductive voice in his British accent.

To be continued...