Love in the Fast Lane (Paul Walker Fanfiction)

Fifty Four / A Second Set of Wedding Bells

A/N: Was gonna post the picture of me in the Eclipse but I'm not at home right now so I don't have access to it. Anyway, watch the video I attached: "Paul Walker / he was born for the fast life" on YouTube. It's an amazing tribute to Paul that deserves way more recognition. It'll make you cry for sure, so grab some tissues. Xo

December 15th, 2012

"Get up, get up, get up! It's your wedding day!" I yell, hitting Callie with a pillow. She groans in response, so I move across the room to open the curtains. Sunlight instantly brightens the room, and Callie shoots upright.

"I'm up, I'm up!" She yells, covering her eyes from the light. "Is this really necessary? I'm exhausted."

I laugh softly. This is similar to how she got me up on my wedding day, so I'm doing the same thing for hers. "Well, you made me get up like this on my day. Consider this sweet payback," I reply, crossing my arms.

When she sinks back down into the bed, I grab the pillow and begin to hit her again. "Up! We've got things to do! We've gotta make sure that Andrew won't be able to keep his hands off of you!" Honestly, after everything, that felt a little weird saying that. I don't show it to Callie as I continue on. "I'm going to be relentless today, just like you were."

Callie groans again, and finally gets out of bed. "Okay, I'm up! Now stop hitting me with that pillow," she mumbles, moving to her bathroom.

Laying the pillow down on the bed, I smile contentedly about how this day is going to go. I never fully realized how stressful it was being the maid of honor. One of the biggest things was the speech I'm going to have to make, and I'm not completely finished with it. Paul and I have been so caught up in trying to have another baby that I kept putting off the speech. Now, I'm really wishing that I didn't procrastinate. Curse Paul and his insanely good looks that make me fall into his arms.

However, I'm just glad that we are back to being normal. We didn't talk for a week when I told him I went to see Jake. He ended up coming home for a week, and long story short, we spent it making up.

Paul just finished filming Fast & Furious 6, so he's been home for about two weeks. Since he tore his ACL, he can't do most of the things that he's used to, even with a brace. So, he decided to have surgery, which is scheduled for some time next month. I'm happy that he's finally getting his knee fixed so I don't have to see him miserable anymore. Paul hates not being able to live his life like he normally does.

My phone's ringtone breaks me out of my thoughts. I pull it out of my pocket and smile. Speaking of the devil, he's calling. "I was just thinking about you," I answer.

Paul chuckles. "Oh really? What exactly were you thinking?" His tone brings a blush to my face.

"I was just thinking about how we are going to spend our night," I reply, picking at some lint on my shirt.

"You mean how we are going to be baby making?"

A giggle rises out of me. "I don't know, I'll have to think about it."

I can hear him groan on the other side of the phone. "You know how weddings make me, love."

I stand up and walk over to the windows, putting a little bit of distance between myself and the bathroom door. "Yes, I do know. I would appreciate it if you could do better than you did at our wedding and keep it in your pants."

Paul bursts out laughing. "Come on! I did good!"

I roll my eyes. "Whatever. How did the party go last night?" Truthfully, I'm hesitant to hear his answer. I trust him completely, but it's other people I don't trust.