The day had come at last, the culmination of the past five —beautiful— years. It had taken him a lot of prodding from family for him to finally ask the question. Theodore knew you would not refuse, yet the nerves had gnawed at him like a fox hunting in the night. And for the past six months, the main focus of the Oldham family had been wedding preparations.

Particularly invested was his mum, who had made very clear adored you, and who had also encouraged her son to spend a tad more money than it would have been necessary. After all, his family had more than enough money to spend, and Theodore wanted to ensure this night was as special as humanely possible.

The wedding was being held at an old manor, almost resembling a castle, with vines creeping all over the stone walls, and a large garden outside. The decoration was floral. All kinds of ornaments had been placed to decorate the greenhouse where the actual ceremony had been held, just a couple of moments ago.

Theodore's eyes were still wet from the brief tears he had shed while reading his vows. He had tried not to, knowing his brothers would not know an end to the teasing if he cried. Yet the moment you walked in, beautiful, almost ethereal, his heart filled with affection, and little could he do to stop the dampness forming in his eyes.

Now, a quieter moment lay ahead of you. The guests had naturally decided to give the newlywed bride and groom a moment to themselves. Theodore's eyes fell to the golden ring that now adorned his finger, a fond smile on his lips as he traced his thumb over it.

“Hello… my wife.” Theodore tested the name on his lips like a little child that had just learned a new word. He breathed in, an attempt to stop the tears that yet again threatened to fall.