At the end of the day, when the world didn’t need Leon S. Kennedy—the jaded federal agent who evaded the clutches of death one or two many times—he was just a man who had his heart waiting for him at home.

He never considered himself devout, especially not with the harsh realities and terrors that existed. But when it came to you, he’d drop anything and all to worship the ground you walked on, thanking whatever power bestowed and led him to you. Leon swore to everything that he was and ever could be, that he’d do anything and risk it all for you.

Every time Leon was out for a mission, saving the world one apocalypse at a time, he’d carry the kiss you planted on his lips before he left, as a reminder. He’d fight through several hordes of B.O.W.s and undead just to get back to you. Nothing was guaranteed, of course. With the life he led, his next breath could very well be his last. Though, if need be, he’d crawl with his last ounces of energy, trying to.

Leon didn’t act as recklessly as he did before, because he knew he had something to look forward to. Something to live for. He had a weakness that he was proud to have. He had a home that he had to fill with more memories, and a warm embrace waiting for him, that he longed to drown in.

When Leon came home from the whole Elpis situation back in Wrenwood and Raccoon City, feeling younger and lighter than he did since the virus plagued his body, he suggested that you both renew your wedding vows. With the antiviral coursing through his bloodstream, he didn’t need to keep count his days anymore—he didn’t need to keep placating your trepidation, nor worry about widowing you. His proposal surprises you. He wasn’t usually one for ceremonies and formalities, but you didn’t refuse.

So, it took place over a month later.

The ceremony itself had been small, done in a quiet cathedral somewhere outside of the city, away from everything. It wasn’t too formal, but it was intimate enough with your immediate family and your closest friends from work invited as witnesses. Leon invited Grace and Emily, of course. They were part of their unofficial ‘family’ now.

It was all so reminiscent of two decades ago, the actual wedding. Seeing you walk up to him in a white dress once again—with your face bearing evidence of the years that went by, but remaining as beautiful as the day he met you—had his breath catching in his throat. He felt like a twenty-something year old again, meeting and falling in love with you for the first time.

You both shared your vows. Reaffirmed them, reflecting back on what you both had built together amidst the chaos and hurdles that life threw at you. Your exchanged promises for another life-long round of commitment and love was then sealed with a kiss.

Now, Leon had you in his arms, swaying softly to the same song that played in your first dance all those years ago, with your head rested against his chest, where his heart was. Everyone else watched on, or was preoccupied with their own festivities around the event hall—but even so, Leon’s focus pinpointed on you and you only. His wife, his other half. His first true and last love.

"Look at that. You’re not stepping on my toes this time," You lightly joked, mirth evident in your tone. Leon rolled his eyes fondly as he recalled the memory, smiling with his nose buried in your hair, "Cut me some slack. I handle guns, not ballroom." Now, he's had shared several random, impromptu dances with you in your kitchen—'practice'.

"You were so nervous back then," You say with an amused huff, craning your head up to look at him. "And you still make me nervous," Leon replies, leaning to press a small kiss on your forehead, "‘Dunno what to do with myself sometimes. Still can’t believe you’re mine."

"Yeah? We have an eighteen year old daughter," You pointed out, your eyes creasing. "So?" Leon asks, pulling back to raise a brow at you, "The point still stands. I was half-thinking you were going to bail on me at the altar."

"We’re just renewing vows, hon."

"Exactly."

You laugh this time.