The wedding. :D I'm too giddy!

Mood:Giddy

"Will you stop fussing," Foster scolded his lover gently, watching the taller man redo his bow tie for the fifteenth time, looking anxiously into the mirror, "I promise you it looked fine, you're going to wrinkle it if you keep undoing and retying it."

"It was crooked," Gabriel mumbled, long fingers nervously manipulating the uncooperative bow.

Foster just sighed and shook his head, grabbing his dress shoes from the closet and sitting on the end of the bed to put them on.

He heard his fiancé sigh in frustration and the zip of the silky fabric as he pulled the bowtie loose again.

Fiancé. Foster couldn't help but grin at the thought. Even if said fiancé was currently driving him crazy with his obsessive demand of perfection from his bowtie.

"Oh for God's sake, stop it," Foster gruffed, finishing tying his shoes sharply and standing.

He reached Gabriel's side just he finished tying it again, and Foster could tell by the frustrated crease between his lover's eyebrows that he was two seconds away from undoing it again.

"Come here," Foster demanded, grabbing Gabriel's lapels and turning him to face him.

Gabriel sighed with quiet exasperation as Foster gently pulled and manipulated the finished bowtie to lay flat and even.

"What's wrong love?" he asked quietly as he worked, and Gabriel sighed, gently resting his hands on Foster's slender hips.

He was quiet for a long moment and Foster opened his mouth to ask again when Gabriel softly admitted, "I'm nervous," eyes fixed unseeingly somewhere over Foster's left shoulder.

"Don't tell me you're getting cold feet," Foster only half joked, an uncomfortable weight settling in the pit of his stomach at the thought.

"No, no, nothing like that," Gabriel assured him quickly, "It's just…"

He sighed heavily through his nose before continuing, "I know you've forgiven me about the past. But your family hasn't."

Foster swallowed hard, eyes trained fixedly on Gabriel's tie as he listened.

"I took your brother from you," he added quietly, hands tightening subtlety on Foster's hips, "I won't take the rest of your family."

Foster listened wordlessly, cursing in his head when tears welled and threatened to spill.

This had been something they'd been struggling with from the beginning, and it wasn't getting much easier to deal with.

He finished with Gabriel's tie, cleared his throat softly as he tried to regain composure and started to pull away, but Gabriel would have none of it.

He pulled Foster tight to him, took hold of his jaw and kissed him; his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead.

Foster took a shuddering breath and Gabriel held him a little tighter, pressed their foreheads together and spoke softly to him, "Talk to me Peter."

"I don't care what they think," Foster said, tried to put conviction into his voice, "I won't let them ruin this."

"You care Foster," Gabriel replied gently, thumb rubbing comfortingly at the small of his back, "you don't want to care what they think, but you do."

"Using your lie detection on me is cheating," Foster sniffed.

Gabriel chuckled and Foster felt it rumble in his chest, "I don't need to. I just know you," he murmured and kissed Foster's forehead sweetly.

"I love you," Foster sighed, pressed his cheek against Gabriel's shoulder and wrapped his arms a little tighter.

"I love you too," Gabriel replied, resting his chin on the top of Foster's head, warm breath tickling Foster's scalp.

Foster was about to tilt his head up for a kiss when a loud chirp emanated from his nightstand.

He groaned, pressed his face into Gabriel's shoulder with a heavy sigh.

"Phone," came his muffled voice.

He detached from Gabriel unhappily, sat down on the bed to read the message.

His eyes widened, mouth open in shock and Gabriel was next to him in an instant, plucking the phone from his lax fingers.

"'Thought you should be warned that your mother's going to wear black to the wedding. Pink ok for me? –Martha.' Well, I'll be damned," Gabriel muttered, "miracles do happen."

Foster looked up at him, still too stunned for a proper reaction.

"Tell her that's fine," Foster said softly, and Gabriel typed a quick reply before putting the phone down to kneel in front of him.

"You ok?" he asked, a concerned crease between his thick eyebrows and finally Foster smiled.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Gabriel smiled in return and leaned in to kiss him.

Foster grinned against his mouth, wrapped his arms around Gabriel's neck and pulled the taller man forward onto him on the bed, bodies pressed close and warm and Gabriel gave a little moan into his mouth.

"We're supposed to be getting ready," he managed to pull away enough to say, and Foster scoffed.

"It's not like they can start without us," he replied, and Gabriel started laughing, sprinkled Foster's face with kisses and Foster slid his finger into Gabriel's hair to hold him still and kiss his mouth.

"You're too cute Peter Pan," he murmured with a grin, and Foster made to shut him up with a kiss-

Tap tap tap!

There was a knock on the door and Foster groaned, head thumping back against the mattress wearily.

"Figures," he sighed, and Gabriel laughed again, looking in the direction of the door.

"It's Emma," he informed Foster before gently detaching himself as the door clicked open.

Foster stayed on the bed as Gabriel went to greet her.

She came in wearing a pretty green dress and her hair up in an elegant twist at the back of her head, grinning sweetly at them.

She accepted Gabriel's kiss on the cheek before turning to Foster with a raised eyebrow and hands on her hips.

"Aren't you two ready yet?" she asked, "You're going to be late to your own wedding!"

Gabriel grinned at Foster before touching Emma's shoulder to get her attention.

"Sorry," he told her, "we got… distracted."

She rolled her eyes but still smiled amusedly as she ordered, "Well, get undistracted so we can go!"

"Yes ma'am," Gabriel saluted obediently and she whacked him on the shoulder playfully as the two men grabbed their jackets, made last minute tweaks to their bowties, smoothed any out-of-place hair, and stood ready for inspection.

Emma looked them both over with a critical eye.

"Gorgeous," she finally declared, then opened the apartment door to grandly gesture them out.

Gabriel slid his hand into Foster's and entwined their fingers lovingly.

"Ready?" he asked, and Foster couldn't help but smile.

"Let's get married."