[OTA] Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts

[onlytolerable]

(Fitzgerald-Berthier Wedding)

It's been a long road from asking to wedding, Sophie thinks as she watches the stylist add the last touches to her hair. Adrien had wanted the wedding close to Sophie's birthday, but then Silas had talked about stepping down and there was the very real chance Cadogan might have been asked to fill his shoes. They'd decided to postpone. Then there'd been Lotty - and another postponing. She looks at the ceiling and wills tears away. The last thing her sister would have wanted was to ruin an excuse for a perfectly good party.

And so here they are, with Sophie looking like an Edwardian lady in Claire Pettibone and her bridesmaids like iced petit fours in sage and peach respectively. Other than the butterflies performing an aerial show in her stomach, she's surprisingly free of nerves. Nothing has felt so right to her as loving Adrien. The wedding is just one more step in that, a chance to tell the world how she feels. She's even stopped worrying about tripping down the aisle.

Not that Cadogan, who she'd asked to escort her down the aisle, would ever allow that to happen. No, she arrives safe in one piece before he leaves her side to take up his place as Adrien's Best Man. He looked handsome in his morning suit, though not so handsome as the groom. She gives Adrien a blinding smile, one that's returned to her full-force. He's been like a kid at a candy store ever since they'd begun planning. Utterly sweet, she thinks, and, well... surprising. She feels stupidly gooey inside (like one of those ridiculous romance heroines) just knowing he wants this as much as she does. Not that he'll hear that from her, at least not without prying. A woman needs to have some secrets.

All in all, she thinks later as she and Adrien leave the chapel as newly married couple, everyone and everything looks lovely. The chapel has never smelled so sweet as it has today with the profusion of peonies, roses and hyacinths. Sitara has never looked so adorable as she does in her sage flower girl dress. Adrien can't have been more charming and handsome.

A day made of superlatives, with an equally astounding evening ahead of them. She brushes a soft kiss along her--her husband's!--cheek. Never has anyone been so lucky.

Comments

[denythyfather]

Adrien ducks his head against Cadogan's, wrapping his arms around the other man briefly. "We did it," he says softly, with a grin. "Thank you for being here."

[diemwnt]

It's been a rough few month. It's so important, now, to cwtch Adrien in tight and feel the moment solidly in both their bodies.

He can't quite say anything back, but he can clack his tongue softly in the other man's ear and nuzzle briefly against his cheek. Of course they did it. Adrien and Sophie were wonderful people who deserved perfect things.

[denythyfather]

Adrien will be the one to pull away - just enough so that he can press his forehead to Cadogan's. "It's all worked out well so far, don't you think?" he asks with a soft smile.

[diemwnt]

Nodding together is a nice feeling. Leaning together so he can move back enough to use his hands is less nice, but still important.

/Almost perfect./

[denythyfather]

It means a lot. It means so much. Adrien's heart aches sometimes, just thinking of how long Cadogan has been a constant in his life. Somehow, this seems to be an inadequate response, but it's all he can offer. /Thank you./

[diemwnt]

It's been years. It's been several permutations of thinking this day would never come to anticipating this day happily. It's been ups and downs and there's really nothing adequate at all to express how perfect it is to be here, with all of them finally arrived at this wonderful moment.

Adrien has to promise not to make a big deal about the fact he's getting a brief, firm kiss on the forehead.

[denythyfather]

Just a little deal, then. Just a little bit of beaming and laughing and pulling him into another tight hug. Surely that's okay.

[diemwnt]

Bah. Bah but also okay, fine, another hug. Another hug and a firm thump on the back for an old friend.

Now to sneak away without having to dance.

[denythyfather]

Wait but. Dancing. Dancing with an old, beloved friend.

They can even do it here in a corner instead of on the dance floor.

[diemwnt]

Boo. Boo and also God, fine, there can be shuffling until the end of the song. Quiet, unobtrusive shuffling of the mostly-dancing variety.

[denythyfather]

That will make Adrien so happy. So happy. Just look at the beaming on his face.