A wonderful wedding pt 2
Harry’s breath hitched when he saw his fiancée start to walk down the aisle. Peter looked stunning seeing him in that mesmerising white dress and his mother’s veil Harry thought he looked a vision. He always looked a vision though, he was a gorgeous omega inside out. The both of them had decided to have a simple elegant intimate wedding but go all out in the reception, and invite a lot more people.
And boy did they go allout. It was the most extravagant event he had ever seen. There were humongous chandeliers with crystal flowers and candles that had a golden design engraved on them,it was nighttime and the entire hall was illustrated in soft golden light from both the shining candles and smartly placed lighting. Each table had a matching centrepiece of the flowers used in the wedding ceremony. But there was special table in the middle with photos and paintings and drawings Harry made of both Peter and Himself and all their memories together. It was perfect.
The ceremony went off without a hitch, it was a dazzling display of love and everyone in attendance could see it. Harry felt like he was on cloud nine, it was an euphoric feeling entangling your life and integrating it with the life of someone you wholeheartedly love. For the reception Peter changed into a shorter and more comfortable champagne coloured tulle dress that ended just above his knees, It had a sweetheart neckline and black lace designing at the top ending at his waist. He had paired that with black velvety wedge heels with a strap at his ankle. Harry thought peter looked alluring in anything and nothing.
After cutting their overly extravagant cake with eight layers decorated with edible lace and silver flowers with glittery undertones. And then came their first dance. They both waltzed onto the floor as the first soft notes Christina Perri’s a thousand years started playing. He looked into his bride wife’s angelic honey eyes he felt like he fell in love all over again. “May I have this dance mr Osborn?” He asked in a deep but overjoyed voice. “Of course mr Osborn!” Peter replied falling down into a small courtesy for dramatic flair.
Their first dance was romantic and sweet, later Marco and Gwen gave heartwarmingly hilarious speeches and everyone sat down to eat. But when he looked down at his omega he saw him looking at the empty table reserved for their family(Norman was obviously not invited), with a dejected look and unshed tears burning in his eyes.
Seeing him look like this on their wedding day filled Harry with unadulterated rage. He had seen Peter try to call and realise his number had been blocked from both his parents and Harleys phone, he had seen his omega try to leave letters and voicemails via jarvis but never get a response. He had seen his boy go to his childhood homes doorstep and be kicked to the curb with harsh words, and he had seen his wife plead and beg for just one chance. And Every time he asked to accompany him he was met with stubborn refusal “ haz I can’t get them to talk to me you being there won’t change things for the better!”
Well Harry was done. He was done seeing his boy get hurt over and over again. He was done thinking “am I really that bad?” To himself at night. He was done having their relationship be viewed as something wrong or forbidden. And he was done being compared to his ass of a father.He reached up to the smaller boys face and wiped away his tears. He reached down to peters hand and laced their pinky fingers together and in the most genuine time he could muster he said, “I love you.”
Peter gave him a watery smile and said in his adorable melodic voice, “me too.”
small disclaimer: Peter graduated in 2010 that was a small typo Which I have corrected.