fated

a/n; Happy 60k reads! Here's another bonus chapter for every milestone we hit. Half of this was already written beforehand and right as I was about to finish writing, Namjoon decided to drop 'Come Back To Me' MV. I know you guys miss him too🥲 It was so wholesome and imagining all of them with their precious families in the future had me emotional. It was giving family man ACKKKK

{ this is such a long chapter, hope you enjoy }

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As the morning sun timidly crept through the sheer curtains, it found itself unwelcome in the master bedroom, with you whose nights were often stolen by the relentless demands of your profession.

Your usually punctual alarm clock lay silent, a traitor to its duty, having been overlooked amidst the haze of exhaustion that clouded your mind the night before. But it wasn't the absent chime that stirred you from your restless slumber.

Instead, it was the plaintive wails of your two-year-old, that pierced through the tranquil facade of the morning.

You groaned, your head throbbing in protest as you reluctantly peeled open your eyes to the scene unfolding before you.

In the corner of the room, Namjoon, stood clad in his impeccable work wear - absent of the suit jacket that tied the epitome of corporate professionalism - a wrinkled white Giorgio Armani dress shirt, you reckon. One you were sure of ironing last night and left safely hanged in his walk-in closet.

But today, his usual air of confidence was overshadowed by the concern etched into his features as he attempted to soothe your distraught daughter.

"Come on, princess," his voice rings in the distance, a gentle reassurance amidst the wailing. "We don't want to wake Mommy, right?"

The expanse of his back was to you as he did the last buttons on his shirt. Little Nami trailing behind him like a lost puppy with her hair pointed in different directions, snot oozing out of her tiny nostrils and her onesie drenched in her own tears.

Last time you remember, her hair was in perfect dutch braids. The sight would melt any parents' heart.

"Daddy has to go to work now, but I'll be back before you know it. We can continue our puzzle when I get back."

Nami's cries only intensified, her tiny fists clutching onto the man's leg.

You watched with a mixture of sympathy and frustration, your headache pulsating with every beat of your heart.

With a resigned sigh, you finally rolled over, the softness of the mattress offering little solace for your weary body. It was another day filled with endless meetings and paperwork, while the responsibilities of motherhood beckoned from the sidelines.

"What's going on, baby?" You finally speak, stretching your arms above your head.

They both turned their heads to look at you, like deers caught in headlights. Namjoon was the first to react, offering you an apologetic smile. He knew you'd been up all night working. He really didn't want to wake you.

After your pregnancy leave, things have been hectic for you at work and you barely had time to go out on dates anymore. It's been a while since you all had dinner together, with Namjoon coming home late from the office and with you already asleep when he got home.

Work is hectic as ever.

And even more now when it's only months away from your wedding and you had asked for another time off.

You were lucky enough Mr. Bang let you, but in exchange for you to work on a heavy case involving a large corporate. This was going to be the biggest case yet and you don't want to disappoint anyone who put their trust in you. Hence, you working yourself to the pulp.

"Good morning, babe," he tries to get up from the bench at the end of the bed to give you a morning kiss, only for Nami to cling onto him even more. He shakes his head with a chuckle, "Nam, baby. It's okay, I'm only going to give Mommy a kiss."

Nami finally eases but follows her dad nonetheless. Her arm wrapped around his leg while the rest of her tiny body drags against the carpet.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at her clinginess.

She's never this clingy unless she's had a bad nightmare and you know she won't be sleeping without you tonight.

"She's been crying all morning," Namjoon says, finally pressing his mouth to yours. He doesn't care that you have morning breath or if your hair is sticking to your face or if your shirt is all wrinkled up and he can almost see the black lace underneath. He accepts it all.

"What time is it?"

"Close to eight. They're calling me in early for an emergency meeting," he informs you. "Was gonna leave an hour ago but Nami woke up crying."

You hum, pulling away to straighten his collar. "I'm sorry. You didn't wake me."

"No, it's alright. I figured you needed it more than me," he assures you.

"Why's your shirt all wrinkled?" You tilt your head playfully before sneaking a glance at the real culprit. Little Nami avoids your eyes and hides behind Namjoon's legs. He ruffles her hair lovingly.

"Oh, you know," he cheekily murmurs, "Was clumsy enough to lay down."

"Right," you say, putting your hair into a messy bun with a claw clip. You get up from the bed and reach for your daughter. She barely flinches as you take her in your arms and her cries soften. "Let's get you ready for the day, baby. We'll see daddy later, okay?"

"B-but... I want daddy to stay-"

You carry her into your bathroom, starting up a warm bath, where her favorite duckies are stacked against the wall. Namjoon quickly follows, checking himself one last time before he finally says goodbye.

"Free up your schedule tonight," he tells you, and something about his tone tells you that there will be no saying no's. And you know this is not negotiable. "We'll have dinner together. It's been a while."

"Are we staying in... or?"

"Mmm," he simply hummed. "Wanna spend as much time with you." The way he says it has your insides warming up. "Maybe I can help you around the kitchen, too."

You bite your lip knowing how that usually ends up. Even he knows he isn't that much of a help when it comes to cooking and he'll just become a distraction.

The last time you both were left to cook a meal, you ended up on the kitchen counter. Bent over with your bare stomach flat against the surface as he took his time exploring... other things.

Erasing the thought out of your dirty mind, you merely glance at him from across the room, offering him a loving smile. "Okay. I'll see you later, then?"

"Better be," he winks at you, suit jacket in hand and his work bag over his shoulder. "Bye, girls. I love you. Daddy will see you both later!"

His absence is no longer felt by the two-year-old as she giggles and splashes water all over the tiles. Her impossibly long lashes glisten with droplets, framing her bright, joyful eyes. Dimples carve deep into her ample cheeks as her laughter fills the room.

It's then when you're standing there, watching her face light up as if nothing happened, you fully realize how much you enjoy all of this- motherhood. The good and the bad.

Like all the other obstacles in your life lately, your headache slowly fades away at the sound of your daughter's giggles.

You know why Sooya was able to get through the tough times in her life. Because she knew that no matter what, she will always have Yaji and Inso beside her.

You look at Nami, and you're sure you've never felt a love greater than this. A love greater than life.

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Three weeks.

It was such a short time to get every single one of your and Namjoon's relatives out to Seoul before the inevitable wedding.

After months of back and forth between you, Namjoon, and the wedding planners Mrs. Jeon appointed, you finally concluded on the location of your wedding.

Granted, it was costly having everyone fly out to the island, but you and Namjoon wanted your wedding to be memorable, not only for the both of you, but for your families as well.

You weren't only celebrating your love for each other but the peaceful union of your families. With that, Nami was even more excited for her Mommy and Daddy. This was going to be her first time flying out of town.

"Your mom and I spent our honeymoon in Cheju." Of course, Cheju was practically known as the 'Honeymoon Island'. Safe to say, everyone and their grandparents knew about Cheju Island. It was haven and paradise for new couples.

"It's practically tradition for us Koreans," your soon-to-be father-in-law continues as he cuts a piece of his New York strip steak. The three of you were currently sitting in Seokjin's restaurant, engrossed in the topic of possible honeymoon venues.

If you had told yourself years ago you'd be having this conversation with the founder of one of the biggest companies in Korea, you wouldn't have believed it.

But here you are, attentively listening as Namjoon sits back to watch you both fully immersed. He didn't think it was that serious wherever you went for your honeymoon, nor following any sort of tradition.

As long as you were together, it didn't matter.

"Dad," he simply says, chuckling. "We haven't even married yet. We'll cross that bridge when we get there, right, babe?" He looks to you for approval and you smile at him, wiping the sides of your mouth before adding, "There's no harm in suggesting."

The man across from you nods his head. "Right. It was just mere advice. I promised your mother I'd mention it. But again, you have endless options. Just use your time off work wisely."

"Yeah, thanks, Dad. We're considering kid-friendly countries or somewhere Nami would enjoy—"

"Hold on," a voice from behind your table interrupts. Seokjin appears in a casual cashmere sweater and black slacks. You guess he had taken a break from the kitchen, and he clearly heard what was being said.

You greet him with a hug before he settles on the seat across from his brother.

"Did I hear correctly? You're taking Nami with you on this supposed honeymoon?"

Namjoon quirks his brows at the older man. "We've talked about it. We are not leaving her for a week."

"We can look after her, Son," their father chimes. "Your mother and I aren't going anywhere and you know we won't let anything happen to her. There shouldn't be a problem, she's stayed with us before."

"Not this long, though," Namjoon notes, "I'm much more comfortable with her by our side."

"Y/N?" Seokjin turns to you, and you momentarily pause to process your thoughts as they turn their attention to you. "What do you think?"

You clear your throat, squeezing Namjoon's knee. His face softens when he understands you're not totally opposed to the idea of leaving Nami with your in-laws for a week.

"Nami is a good kid," you say. "I trust that you'll take great care of her. Plus, we'll be checking up on her every day. She'll miss us the first few days, but I think she'll eventually understand."

Namjoon sees where you're coming from, and he might be a little too serious about this. But he can't help but be protective of his first child, who he has never been away from for more than two days.

This is going to be tough on him, but when he looks at you, he knows it's much more difficult for you as the mother of his child, the woman who carried and birthed her after nine long months.

"Okay, then," he nods, "I guess she'll be okay."

"Damn right. I wanna spend time with my niece, too. She won't get bored. She won't even notice your absence."

"Well now that it's you who's going to watch over her, I don't think—"

"Joon," Seokjin shakes his head in disbelief. "You're overthinking this. She'll be fine!"

Namjoon throws him a warning glare. "If anything happens—"

"I'm quite offended you don't trust me enough."

You shake your head at their interaction, checking your phone for updates from Mrs. Cho, letting you know Nami has just woken up from her nap, and you know you only have a few minutes before she realizes you're gone.

"Aren't you supposed to be back in the kitchen?" Namjoon asks.

"Who are you, my boss?" Seokjin replies sassily.

"That's mature of you."

"Whatever, I'm off," Seokjin announces as he pushes out of his chair. "Enjoy the rest of your lunch while I go and check on everyone." You all bid him goodbye before you eventually get in your vehicle.

"Nami's awake," you tell Namjoon.

"Then we've got exactly twenty minutes before she notices we're gone."

You smile just thinking of your daughter's adorable pout and her big, expressive eyes. "Stop by the nearest store. We'll get her favorite ice cream."

"Oh, you're spoiling her, Mrs. Kim."

Mrs. Kim.

You almost choke at that, knowing how soon that will all finally be true.

"Never," you gasp. "That's you, Mr. Kim."

"Oho!" He chuckles. "When have I ever?"

"Basically every time she bats those adorable eyes of hers."

He looks at you. "Those beautiful monolid eyes she got from me?"

"Correct," you quickly scoot closer to his side to press a kiss to his jaw. He leans his head forward as he tries to put his focus back on the road. "The things you let her get away with just because she's your only daughter."

Namjoon bites his inner cheek, trying to hide his smile at the mention of Nami. "That's my princess."

Knowing how much he loves your two-year-old, you sigh dreamily and lean your head on his shoulder, the soft buzzing of the radio filling the background until you're finally walking inside your home, the sound of light footsteps hurrying down the hallway. Little Nami appears with her two pigtails, Mrs. Cho rushing after her with a blue hairbrush.

"Careful, Nami—"

"Daddy! Mommy! You're here!" She screams, skipping along and waving her arms for Namjoon to pick her up. "I missed you!"

"Oh, yeah?" Namjoon plants kisses all over her face until she's pushing his face away, her eyes falling on the small plastic bag in your hand.

"My favorite!"

"That's right, baby. Since we heard you've been a good girl, we got you strawberry ice cream."

"Yay!" She squeals excitedly. You hand it to her but not before she kisses both your cheeks. "Thank you, Mommy."

"You're welcome, princess."

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Only two days before the wedding, and everyone was finally settled into the beautiful island of Jeju. In the background of your spacious villa, your phone hummed with a familiar tune while your daughter sat on the cold granite tiles in the bathroom.

The television screen, which had been playing an episode of Animal Kingdom, was long forgotten. You were carefully applying a subtle swipe of black eyeliner and lip liner when the unusual silence made you turn your head. And you were right.

The intelligent two-year-old, with her developing motor skills and keen observations, had gotten hold of one of your lipsticks and decided to paint her entire face with it.

You hissed at the mess, dropping your own makeup back on the counter and taking a hold of hers. She blinked, wide-eyed, as if she had been waiting for you to catch her in the act.

"Baby," you coo, tilting her face side to side, already dreading the cleanup. But nothing else seemed to matter when she made grabby hands and smeared lipstick all over your white blouse.

"Oh, honey," you couldn't help but laugh at the look she gave you, her eyes already forming into adorable half-moons. "Where's Daddy?"

"I heard my name." He waltzed into your shared space, dressed in a cream crewneck sweater and black dress pants that had you checking him out from head to toe, as if you'd summoned him just by saying his name.

With his short tapered hair and warm brown eyes, he looked like he had just stepped straight out of a Forbes magazine. The soft light from the bathroom played off the angles of his face, highlighting his strong jawline and the playful glint in his eyes.

Namjoon leaned against the door, a cheesy smile decorating his lips as he watched his girls on the bathroom floor.

His gaze softened as he took in the scene, your daughter's face covered in bright red lipstick, your blouse now sporting crimson smears.

"I see someone's been busy," he chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the room.

You sighed dramatically, still laughing. "Our little artist decided to give herself a makeover."

Namjoon pushed off the doorframe and walked over, crouching down to Nami's level. "Well, aren't you a masterpiece?" he teased, gently wiping a bit of lipstick from her cheek.

Nami giggled, her laughter a sweet melody that filled the room. "Daddy, look! I pretty!"

"You're always pretty, princess," he said, his eyes sparkling with love. He crouches down to her level, offering his hand. "Come on, let's get this cleaned up. We don't want Mommy going to the wedding rehearsal looking like a canvas."

You bite your lip playfully, unable to resist his charm and how badly you want to kiss him right now without your daughter seeing. Just seeing you on your knees and looking up at him with your feline eyes causes flashbacks in the back of his mind. But he quickly shakes those thoughts out of his head before they can escalate.

You were supposed to be meeting up with your friends from college and having your bachelorette party at a private beach club. Yet, here you were, looking undeniably sexy. Namjoon's eyes were drawn to the way your toned legs disappeared into a sleek leather skirt, and the strappy heels that wrapped around your calves, accentuating every curve and muscle.

"You were supposed to distract her," you say, reminding him of your agreement from the night before. Your voice is playful, earning a light chuckle from him. "Now look at her."

Both of you whipped your head around and stared at your daughter for a moment before finally erupting in laughter. "Goodness."

A teasing chuckle escapes his throat. "Hmm. I wonder where she got that from." You roll your eyes because you know he's right. Whatever your daughter sees, she copies.

Namjoon moves closer, sighing as he squats down to pick her up. She immediately clings to his arms, as if trying to get him to her side, hoping that might save her from being scolded.

"Princess," Namjoon sighs, his voice gentle.

"Want... Mommy... Stay," she mutters, her tiny voice full of earnestness.

Namjoon gives you a soft look as he sets Nami on the countertop. You hand him the baby wipes, and he starts to clean her up. Her tiny hands leave imprints on the expensive stone as she hunches her back, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"She needs a change of diaper, too," you say, "and please put some clothes on her. We can't have her catching a cold."

"There's no point. She gets herself dirty every five seconds," Namjoon replies, shaking his head.

"Joon," you groan. He's not wrong.

He catches your eyes in the mirror. "I got it, babe. Go get changed or you'll be late. Your parents are on their way."

"What time are you leaving for your party?" Your voice echoes through the walls as you enter the walk-in closet to grab a fresh set of clothes.

Thankfully, you brought more than three outfits specifically for the party and five for all the dinners you'll be attending throughout the week of festivities. The closet is filled with various dresses and outfits already planned.

"Right when you leave," Namjoon calls over. "We'll leave together."

Deciding on a satin cream midi cowl dress, you quickly change before emerging from the closet. The dress clings to your figure in all the right places, and the smooth fabric draping elegantly. You fail to catch Namjoon's eyes following you in the mirror as you fill your purse with essentials you might need for the night.

"Baby, you won't get cold in that?" His voice is full of concern. You shake your head, finally meeting his gaze in the mirror. Nami exchanges looks between the two of you, ever curious.

Nami pouts her lips in your direction, and you automatically melt at the action. You give her a kiss, and she beams in awe.

"I'll be okay," you reassure him, your faces just inches apart. His gaze travels over your face before dropping to your lips. "We'll be inside."

Just as he's about to give in to your charms and press his mouth onto yours, the doorbell chimes, and Nami practically begs to be let down. Namjoon obliges, placing her back on the ground. "Fine. But I'm dropping you off there."

Namjoon, in his cream crewneck sweater and perfectly tailored black dress pants, looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine. His short, tapered hair is styled just right, emphasizing his handsome features.

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of your dress. Your makeup is flawless, with subtle black eyeliner highlighting your eyes and a soft lip liner accentuating your lips. The anticipation of the night ahead fills you with excitement as you prepare to head out.

The tension in the air is ever-present as you lean in to whisper something in his ear. "Whatever you say, daddy."

His body tenses at the mere sound of your voice, sending blood down his cock.

You shrink back down to the soles of your heels, caressing his broad shoulders and purposefully brushing the curve of your ass against his front before you're finally walking back into your bedroom.

The door opens, and you marvel at how Nami managed to open it by herself. Namjoon throws his head back in frustration.

He doesn't know how he'll hold up for the rest of the evening, knowing that tomorrow, you aren't supposed to see each other until the wedding. He only has tonight to have you to himself. If he could skip his own bachelor party and spend all day cuddling with you, he would. But it's all the people he cares about, and their efforts would go to waste if he let his emotions get the best of him.

"Nami," you call out gently. "What did Mommy say about opening doors?"

Your parents walk in, and Nami hides behind them. You let it go for now but remind yourself to discuss this with her another time.

"Where are her pants?" your mother asks, a hint of amusement in her voice as she surveys Nami's outfit.

"Don't worry, Mom. I've put everything she might need inside her bag. If there's anything else you need, don't hesitate to give us a call," you reassure her, handing over a neatly packed diaper bag.

Namjoon steps out of the bathroom, freshly changed into another cream-colored fuzzy sweater that perfectly matches his earlier ensemble. Your parents don't fail to notice the unintentional matching outfits. If they do, they don't point it out.

"Thank you for this," Namjoon tells them sincerely, his deep voice full of gratitude. Your parents sigh and melt at how perfect he is for their daughter, their approval evident in their eyes. "Her bedtime should be soon, but we won't be gone for too long."

"You ready, babe?" Namjoon asks, his gaze soft and full of love.

You nod, bending down to kiss your daughter goodbye. "Be good for Grandma and Grandpa, okay?"

Miraculously, Nami doesn't cry or cling to you as you both exit the room. Instead, she giggles and waves, her tiny hand flapping excitedly. "Bye, Mommy! Bye, Daddy!"

As you walk towards the door, you can't help but glance back at her one more time. Nami stands there in her little floral top, her diaper peeking out where her pants should be, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She looks like a tiny version of you, with Namjoon's eyes and your smile.

Namjoon takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine.

Your parents wave you off with reassuring smiles, already doting on their granddaughter. The door closes behind you, and the cool evening air brushes against your skin. Namjoon pulls you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as you make your way to the car.

The night is just beginning, and although you'll spend part of it apart, you know that the next time you see each other, it will be the start of the rest of your lives together. Namjoon kisses the top of your head, and you lean into him, savoring the moment.

Once you and Namjoon are alone in the confines of the car, he doesn't waste time pulling you over to his side, practically telling you to climb over his lap. You gasp scandalously, unaware of his inner turmoil.

"I've been wanting to touch you all day," he admits, caressing your sides. His hungry eyes traced your figure as if he hadn't seen it a hundred times.

"Yeah?"

"More than you know."

"But we'll be late," you skim your lips over the sensitive spot on his neck. "We can save this for tonight."

"I think I might die, Y/N."

"Stop being dramatic," you laugh and slap his chest. "I'll make it worthwhile."

"Hmm. You promise?"

You tilt your head before you slowly trail kisses down the side of his neck, where the sweater doesn't cover his skin. The sound of his groans when you pucker your lips and suck on his skin has you moving against his lap. His hands squeeze your ass in tandem and you quicken your pace.

When you're sure it'll leave a mark on him, you pull away with a sly smirk. "A seal of my promise."

"Fuck," Namjoon hisses, fighting the urge to just take you here where anyone can see him fucking into you in broad daylight.

You admire your work, your thumb tracing the spot where your saliva has fully dried. "That should leave any unwanted bugs away, right?"

"Bugs—" Namjoon looks utterly confused but he eventually understands what you're hinting at. "Baby," he wraps his right hand around your throat. Squeezes. Pulls you in and says, "you're the only one I'm coming home to tonight."

"Mhm," you bite your lip, pressing your nose against his. "Behave yourself, Mr. Kim."

"You too," he murmurs, tightening his hold on your neck but not enough to inflict any sort of pain. "I expect you to be prepared for tonight. Don't tire yourself out."

Laughing at his last sentence, you eventually nod. "There's nothing to worry about. I'm all yours."

"Good. I'm all yours, too."

At these times he holds you quietly, to let you know you can trust him— and that he can't imagine a life where you aren't in it.

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"Do you, Kim Namjoon, take Park Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife... for richer or for poorer?"

The ceremony is lavish, no expense spared. Everyone important in your lives is here—family, friends, business partners, and well-wishers. The little island off the coast of Korea is perfect for the wedding.

The field is strewn with purple hydrangea petals and surrounded by nature's splendor, the ocean breeze carrying a faint, salty tang.

Namjoon's heart nearly bursts at the sight of you as your father walks you down the aisle. Little diamonds twinkle like countless stars on your ivory chiffon and silk dress as you approach.

Under the thin veil, you're smiling, your brown eyes locked on him. It's exactly how he imagined a Western wedding would be, and the reality surpasses his dreams.

As you reach the altar, Namjoon's face contorts with emotion, his lips trembling. You lift your hand to cup his jaw, mouthing, "I do."

You refuse to avert your eyes as the officiant continues.

"Do you, Park Y/N, take Kim Namjoon to be your lawfully wedded husband... till death do you part?"

Namjoon's face flushes as he blinks rapidly, trying to stop his eyes from watering. He bites his lip, surprised at how emotional he is. He thought you would be the one overwhelmed by emotions, but he never fails to surprise you.

Seeing him struggle to hold back tears, you squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"I do," you say, voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside of you.

As your words fade into the afternoon air, everyone takes in the sight of the happily married couple swaying to the slow rhythm of Audrey Hepburn's "Moon River." Your daughter giggles and squirms in Namjoon's arms as he pulls you in with his left arm.

"Mrs. Kim," Namjoon whispers, burying his nose in your hair. The warmth in his heart is indescribable now that he can finally call you his. "Mine."

You smile uncontrollably, looking up at him with mixed emotions flashing through your eyes. "I like the sound of that."

"Fuck," he says, squeezing his eyes shut as he momentarily forgets the world around you. "This is all I've ever wanted, Y/N. And... for so long, I didn't realize it until..." He pauses as another tear runs down his cheek.

"Joon—" you say, wiping the tear from his cheek.

"...Until I almost lost you," he finishes. You tilt your head, surprised by his confession. "Because I was so damn stupid to admit it. That I didn't—couldn't live without you. Because the thought of you with someone else killed me."

"Oh, baby. It's okay. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere," you reassure him, knowing it's what he needs the most right now.

He knows that; he just needed to let you know that from now on, you and Nami are his number one priority. Nothing else comes before the both of you, and he's ready to give up anything for you.

"Daddy?" Nami's voice breaks the moment.

Namjoon straightens up, clearing his throat. "Yes, baby?"

"Why you cry?"

"Because I'm happy."

"Happy?" Nami tilts her little head, trying to see her father's face. Her perplexed expression makes you laugh softly.

"Yes, baby. They're called happy tears."

"Oh," she says, still looking puzzled.

Namjoon hums. "And Daddy is very happy right now. He can't help it when he has little Nami and Mommy right beside him."

As the music plays and your loved ones gather around, the setting sun casts a golden glow over the scene.

The ocean waves gently lap against the shore, adding to the serene atmosphere. In this perfect moment, surrounded by beauty and love, you feel a deep sense of contentment.

This is the beginning of the rest of your lives together, and you couldn't be happier.