Wedding Bells
“Ow, Eliza! Watch those stupid pins, would you?” Alexander complains.
Eliza glares at him and pokes him once more.
“Mary, Eliza’s bullying me,” Alexander whines.
Mary looks over from where she was fixing Alexander veil.
They had done a rehearsal walk last night, even George was there to walk Alexander down the aisle. Alexander has somehow managed to tear the veil. No one knew how, but it happened.
“Just stand still, Alex,” Peggy says, fixing her hair in the mirror.
Eliza was Alexander’s best woman and Peggy, Maria, and Mary were his bridesmaids.
“Why do I have to wear a dress?” Alexander asks, holding up the hem.
Martha slaps up his hands away. “Stop that, you’ll ruin the dress. It’s customary for omegas to wear dresses and you look beautiful.”
Alexander pouts. “I’m not winning this conversation, am I?”
“Probably not,” Angelica says from the doorway. “And if you want to get married sometime this year, I suggest hurrying up.”
“The dress looks fine, a little bit of off stitching on the side, but nothing too noticeable,” Mary says, inspecting the dress.
Alexander’s dress has been very form-fitting so they had had to make a few adjustments because of his pregnancy.
When the news of Alexander’s pregnancy spread through their friends, there had been an uproar of cheering.
Everyone started arguing who would be the cool aunt or uncle and who would spoil them the most.
Thomas was severely concerned for the lack of space in their house for all the gifts their child was going to get.
Speaking of Thomas, he was really struggling not to strangle James.
He had made him redo his tie and suit several times because something was off.
“There, we’re done,” James finally says, standing.
“Thank god,” Thomas grumbles.
“Do you remember your vows?” Aaron asks, adjusting his tie.
“Yes,” Thomas says. “We have been through this. But I just need to get to the damn alter now.”
“I agree,” a voice says from the doorway.
George stood there at his full height, a bright twinkle in his eyes even with his steadily graying hair.
“Let’s go, son. It’s time to lose your eligibility to be a free citizen,” George says, making everyone in the room laugh.
The ceremony was lovely. The venue was a beautiful marble archway above the altar and everyone they loved was there.
The entire Jefferson family had come too. They didn’t approve of the wedding or Alexander but they wanted to support Thomas.
And then, finally, the vows.
Alexander smiles up at Thomas. “Thomas ‘I-have-no-middle-name’ Jefferson. When I first met you, I’m not going to lie, I thought you were a dick. And you are, don’t get me wrong. But I realized there was more to you than what I had seen that day and you swept me off my feet. Which, I suppose, is pretty easy because I’m like half your size and you’re addicted to exercise, but that's not the point. There have been a lot of bumps in the road here, but I couldn’t be happier that I’m standing here with you. I love you with every inch of my being, President Thomas Jefferson.”
“That’s not very many inches, now is it?” Thomas teases, coaxing a laugh from the crowd. “Alexander Hamilton, I had heard many things about you. But when I met you, you took my breath away. James literally told me to stop drooling. But then I saw you in court. And you were remarkable. And I fell for you. But I never stopped. I fell for you over and over without fail. And that’s how I knew for sure that you were the one for me. I love you, Alexander.”
The priest runs to Thomas. “Do you take Alexander Hamilton as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?”
“I do,” Thomas affirms.
The priest smiles and turns to Alexander. “Do you take Thomas Jefferson as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?”
“I do,” Alexander says.
“You may now kiss the groom,” the priest says.
Thomas grins and leans down to kiss Alexander and the crowd explodes into cheers.
“We’re going to start a family,” Thomas whispers against his lips.
“Together,” Alexander agrees.