Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beat of Destiny and Other Drabble Shorts ❯ Commitment Maxwell Style 2x5x2 ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Guests from all over the Earth and Colonies filled the small cathedral, from high-ranking political officials to Preventers agents. The bridegroom looked nervous, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and trickled down the side of his face as they all awaited the bride that stood behind the closed doors.   “I can’t believe she’s getting married.” Duo whispered, his eyes darting around the pews that held so many people. This had to be the biggest wedding he’d ever been to!   “I can believe it. She really deserves this.” Wufei whispered back, adjusting his bow tie so it would stop strangling him. He spotted Trowa and Quatre several rows up; heads bent together talking while everyone waited for those doors to open.   The organist was playing a quiet melody as the bridesmaids and flower girls came down the aisle dressed in pastel blue dresses. Duo smiled at the sight of the adorable little girls, pigtails tied with blue curling ribbons, as they walked past them slowly, dropping rose petals.   As the wedding party settled in front of the wide steps, the music changed to the familiar wedding march. The guests stood, all turning to see the doors open.   Lady Une stood at the open doors, her beautiful dress flowing about her like some fairytale gown. Heero Yuy looked dapper in a black tuxedo standing at her side.   “I can’t believe he got suckered into walking her down the aisle.” Duo snickered lightly in his lover’s ear.   “It could have been worse. He could actually be the one marrying her.” Duo had to bite back the snort of amusement before they caused a scene. Nope, they weren’t going to spoil Une’s special day, no way, no how!     Wufei laced his fingers through his lover's as soon as the priest told the guests to be seated. The Archbishop wove words of love, and souls being united as one. Duo’s hand giving Wufei’s a squeeze, getting his Chinese partner’s attention.   As the vows were spoken, Duo repeated them quietly, whispering them into Wufei's ear, substituting his own words for those of the priest.   “Always faithful to my man stud. Love you if you’re snot-nosed and puking. Love you when we’re too old it get it up. I promise to always be there for you, now and forever.”   He was committing himself in Maxwell style to his lover under the white and baby blue bunting of the cathedral.   The Chinese man acknowledged the words with a twinkle in his dark eyes. Yes, their day was coming. The day that they would recite their own vows to one another; the day that they would promise to each other their never-ending love, devotion, and faithfulness. He would ask his lover for his hand in marriage at the reception party in front of their friends and loved ones.   “Are you crying, Duo?”   The braided man looked away, hiding the mist that clouded his blue eyes. “Nope, just my allergies.”