### Chapter 3: Whirlwind Wedding

The sun was shining brightly on the small town of Saint-Pierre as Major Jameson, resplendent in his finest uniform, stood nervously outside the town hall. His heart was racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness as he waited for his bride, Elise, to arrive. The sound of laughter and music drifted through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafting from the nearby bakery. Jameson had never felt so alive, so happy. He had met Elise just a few weeks ago, and yet, he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. The language barrier between them had been a challenge, but they had managed to communicate through gestures and simple phrases. Jameson's French had improved significantly over the past few weeks, and he was now able to hold basic conversations with Elise. As Elise emerged from the bakery, her long, light blonde hair styled beautifully, her fair skin glowing, and her blue eyes sparkling, Jameson's heart skipped a beat. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and he felt grateful to have her by his side. Her petite frame and delicate features made her look like a porcelain doll, and Jameson couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards her. The ceremony was brief, with Elise's parents and Jameson's soldiers in attendance. Jameson's best man, Sergeant Thompson, stood by his side, grinning from ear to ear. "You look like a schoolboy, Major," he whispered, as Jameson adjusted his tie for what felt like the hundredth time. Jameson shot him a warning glance, but he couldn't help but laugh. He was nervous, and he knew it. As he exchanged vows with Elise, he promised to love and cherish her, through thick and thin. Elise smiled, her eyes shining with tears, and Jameson felt his heart swell with emotion. As they sealed their union with a kiss, the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Jameson's soldiers whistled and catcalled, and Elise's parents beamed with pride. Jameson felt like he was walking on air as he escorted Elise to the reception, a small but lively celebration at the town hall. The food was delicious, the music was lively, and the atmosphere was joyful. Jameson's soldiers teased him mercilessly, calling him "the newlywed" and making jokes about his inexperience. Jameson laughed along with them, but he couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. He knew that Elise was his first, and he was determined to make their wedding night special. As the night wore on, Jameson and Elise danced under the stars, their bodies swaying to the music. Jameson felt like he was in a dream, like this was all just a fantasy. But as he looked into Elise's eyes, he knew that this was real. This was his life, and he was grateful for it. As the reception drew to a close, Jameson and Elise made their way back to their quarters, a small but cozy cottage on the outskirts of town. Jameson was nervous, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation. "Are you ready for this?" he asked Elise, his voice barely above a whisper. Elise smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I was born ready," she said, her French accent music to Jameson's ears. Jameson laughed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that he had a lot to learn, but he was eager to please. As he undressed Elise, his hands trembling with excitement, he knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together. Their wedding night was a blur of nerves and excitement, of fumbling and laughter. Jameson was inexperienced, but he was eager to please, and Elise was patient and kind. As they lay in each other's arms, Jameson knew that he had made the right decision. He had married the love of his life, and he was grateful for every moment they spent together. The next morning, Jameson woke up to find his soldiers waiting outside his door, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, well, well, Major," one of them said, chuckling. "Looks like you're not as innocent as you thought you were." Jameson rolled his eyes, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over him. "Shut up, you lot," he said, laughing. "I'm a married man now. Treat me with some respect." But his soldiers just teased him mercilessly, calling him "the schoolboy" and making jokes about his wedding night. Jameson laughed along with them, but he couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. He knew that he had a lot to learn, but he was eager to please. As he looked over at Elise, who was busy making breakfast in the kitchen, he knew that it was all worth it. He had married the love of his life, and he was grateful for every moment they spent together.