BRIAN

The morning of our wedding was completely silent, completely still, and completely beautiful. 

I stood at the front of the altar, my hands resting at my sides. My heart was beating with a hard, heavy rhythm against my ribs. It was a nervous feeling, but it was a beautiful kind of nervousness. It was the feeling of a man who had spent years fighting to protect the woman he loved, finally standing at the edge of the promise he had dreamed about every single night.

Liam stood next to me as my best man. He reached out and placed a firm, supportive hand on my shoulder, giving it a...