Azkadellia barely had a chance to get nervous before it was the big day and DG held her tongue thinking that the rushed scheduling of OZ weddings likely helped to prevent cold feet.

To the surprise of absolutely no one Jeb had elected his father as Guardian and the two were helping one another with the frustrating little details of their stiff suits.

Wyatt struggled with his persistently frustrating emotions throughout the morning, ducking wave after wave of memories of just yesterday when Jeb had been a mud-slicked little troublemaker who wanted nothing more out of life than to go fishing with his father. His gratitude that he was able to be with his son on his wedding day was constricting his chest, but he wouldn’t tell himself that.

No, it was definitely just the suit that was making it so hard to breathe.

He refused to cry, threatened himself with eviction from DG’s bed for an entire month if even a single tear fell, blaming his watery eyes on everything from the massive amounts of flowers filling the palace to the dust in the rarely used men’s dressing rooms.

Glitch entered the room like a ray of sunshine. His face looking like it was nearly cracking under the strain of his smile. His expression contorted in emotion as his eyes wandered over father and son, both decked out to the nines and adjusting one another’s collars.

“Oh…would you just look at you two…” He said softly, covering his mouth as his eyes watered up.

“You can leave just as quickly as you came in.” Wyatt warned, pointing at the door the moment he spotted Jeb’s eyes taking on that same look.

Glitch let out a choppy little sigh and waived his hand that he was okay, words failing him as he struggled to hold it together.

Wyatt watched him like a bomb that was about to go off, and wouldn’t you just know it?

“Oh…I can’t do it…” Glitch sobbed, turning as he burst into tears and leaving the room.

Wyatt rolled his eyes and pretended not to notice Raw peaking in before closing the door. He supposed this was a bad place to be when you were an emotional sponge.

He sighed and turned back to find Jeb with tears on his face. “Oh for crying out loud… you, too?” He asked, putting his hands on his son’s shoulders and chuckling.

Jeb nodded, closing his eyes and willing himself to stop.

It was no use. He hugged his father tightly and Cain held his hands up in defeat behind his Jeb’s back. He shook his head against his son’s shoulder, finally giving in and returning the embrace.

“I can’t believe it’s real, father…that you’re really here…that I’m really marrying Azkadellia…that I’m marrying a Princess!” He said with a smile on his face despite the sobs that were making it so hard to speak.

Wyatt wasn’t letting go. No, if they had to stay there until the music started and the ushers came searching for them he was not going to pull away enough for his son to see the tears that were now streaming down his face despite all his hard work to keep them at bay. Damn Glitch, this was his fault.

Thankfully as Jeb released his hold he turned away to wipe his face, Wyatt didn’t miss the opportunity to dry his own cheeks and take a few breaths to steady his nerves.

A soft knock on the door caused them to turn; Ahamo’s smiling face greeting them as he entered the room. “Wyatt, you’ll need to go take your place with DG.” He said, but from the stricken look Jeb shot his father he realized another moment was in order. “I’ll wait outside.”

As soon as the door had closed again Jeb grabbed his father’s arm. “Can I do this? There are so many people out there…what if I trip? Or pass out? I’ll make an ass out of myself.” He said and Wyatt laughed.

“Just keep in mind that this isn’t for you, this is for Azkadellia. You already said the vows that were most important when you admitted to yourself that you’d do anything for her happiness, that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her and gave her your heart. This is just a way to show her that you’re fully committed, when you get out there only have eyes for her, she’s all that matters. None of the rest of us mean anything during this ceremony, we’re just witnesses.” Wyatt waited for his son to visibly relax and gave him a quick hug. “Alright, let’s go get this over with.” He teased, knowing that the thought was lurking in the back of his son’s mind as it did anyone who had been married.

The ceremony was the hard part; it’s the moments after the fact that you’re really trying to get to.

Wyatt and Jeb entered from the side of the main hall, thankful for the cover of the flowers so that their entire trek wasn’t left to the scrutiny of the thousands of eyes that were locked on the front of the room. Jeb discretely squeezed his father’s hand for strength before striding to the top of the stairs, Wyatt remaining at the base. The throne had been moved for the occasion, a gazebo covered in flowers took its place with the head of the council waiting beneath it. He shook Jeb’s hand and offered him a few quiet words of encouragement.

The door across from where he stood opened and Wyatt struggled to keep his knees from buckling as DG entered. If she had been spellbinding the first time he’d seen her in that gown he had no idea what to call it now that all the details had been taken care of. Her makeup was flawless. Her hair so perfect that it had to have been done with the aid of magic, no human hands could have crafted it so wonderfully. She smiled at him, that same shy smile that always sent his head spinning, and took her place at the base of the stairs across from him, mouthing ‘hi’ and ‘watch this!’

The rustling of fabric caused him to tear his eyes from his beloved, and his jaw dropped as Princess Azkadellia entered the room.

She looked like something out of a fairytale; the light in the room seemed to change with her presence. Her gown was impossibly long and he silently congratulated her for having the strength to move beneath it. The style was somewhat similar to the one that DG wore, but it was white and impossibly delicate looking. The skirts swept over the floor gracefully as she moved. The bodice was covered in intricately stitched flowers and sparkled in the light with thousands of tiny diamonds; its sleeves were sheer, so long that they reached the floor as she walked. The veil she wore was sheer as well, but even if it had been burlap he thought it would have been hard pressed to subdue the beauty of her face,

Wyatt smiled at her warmly when he found her eyes on him. He gave her a slight nod of his head as she approached and her smile broadened at his approval. She paused before him, as it was customary for the Guardian to remove the veil, likely another tradition stemming from the role, he would be the one to decide if she was right for his charge.

He lifted her veil and tried to keep it together. This was his son’s bride; his son was really getting married to this sweet, loving girl who stood before him. He took a deep breath and kissed her cheek. “You look radiant.” He whispered in her ear and she stared at his shoulder as she tried to hold back tears hearing such kindness come from him. “I couldn’t have asked for anyone better for him…now get up there before I have to fight off someone from the crowd who wants to beat my son to the altar with you.” She muffled a sob and laughed quietly, nodding as it was impossible to form words. Her eyes told him all that he needed to know, she was beyond thankful to hear his words. She squeezed his hand as he helped her ascend the stairs and in an instant he was watching the two of them stare at one another in disbelief as the councilman began the reciting of vows.

DG locked eyes with Cain as the words of love echoed around them, each saying them to one another in their mind and smiling knowing that they were both doing the same thing.

When it came time for the kiss DG was thrilled to see the couple become enveloped in the soft glow of her sister’s magic, she should have known that magic sealed the deal in the OZ.

The palace erupted in cheers and DG laughed, smiling and rushing to Wyatt’s side as Jeb and Azkadellia descended the stairs. The couple was on them in an instant, flower petals raining down on them as they all hugged and cried …

Except for Wyatt, of course. He just had something in his eye.