Altair opened his eyes, blinking as the sun streamed in through his bedroom window. It had been happening for years, and yet he’d never remembered to ask for curtains – it just hadn’t seemed important. This morning, especially, he had other things on his mind.
He jumped out of bed, skin beginning to glow as his mind became less sleep-fogged. Today was his wedding day. Everything was going to be perfect. Even, he grinned as he threw the cover back into place, his room. It didn’t matter that he wouldn’t be coming back to it.
There was a knock on his door. Al straightened the collar of his suit and turned towards it.
Lyra walked into the room, still in her nightgown. She took one look at him and shook her head.
“Yeah… no. You aren’t wearing that.”
It was one of the things he liked about her, normally – she never minced her words. He liked it quite a bit less right now. He looked down at his clothes with a frown.
“What’s wrong with it? You told me this colour suits me.”
“Well, it does. It’s good for everyday wear, sports stuff… and funerals. Not for weddings.”
“But I don’t have anything else, Ly.”
“I thought this might happen. Don’t worry, I’ll be right back. Dad and I have been working on a little surprise for you.” She grinned. She had a look in her eyes that he knew all too well. A look that said I’m-in-charge-now-so-you’d-better-just-go-with-it.
“Wait, why were you-”
“You inherited his fashion sense. Luckily you both have me to fix it. We’ve been working on this for months – I promise you’ll like it. I talked him out of the sequins.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Trust me. Think of it as your wedding gift. I love you enough to learn to sew, so be grateful, ok?”
Her words were confident, but her expression was nervous. She really wanted him to like it. Al smiled at her and squeezed her hand.
“I’m sure I’ll love it. Thank you.”
She left the room and he began to unbutton his jacket. He lay it out on the bed and looked at it critically. She was right, he decided, it really was a bit funeral-esque. Whatever she and his dad had been making, it had to be more suitable than this. He heard her footsteps coming back down the corridor, and his jaw dropped as she stepped back into his room.
She beamed at him as she carefully lay the outfit in his arms.
“Can I come in yet?”
“Hold on. I can’t get this tie right.” He fiddled with the knot in front of the mirror until he was satisfied. The material was smooth and glossy, but that did make it a little harder to keep in place. “Ok, done.”
“I can’t believe our son is getting married.”
“I know. I’m beginning to feel old.”
“You’re not old, you’re just getting more mature.”
Malik laughed and pressed a kiss against his husband’s neck. “That’s just a nice way of saying ‘old’, and you know it.”
“You look wonderful, Mal. You always do. I, on the other hand, look like a space whale.”
“You’re not a whale, you’re pregnant.”
“Well, tell that to my jacket. I feel ridiculous. It’s far too tight.” Lor grimaced, resting a hand on his stomach. “I swear I wasn’t this big when I was pregnant with Ellie. Do you think it’s twins again?”
“How about triplets?”
“Don’t even joke about that! I’m too old to be running around after three little ones again.”
“You’re not old, you’re just mature,” Mal said, giggling. Lor had walked right into that one, and he had only himself to blame.
“Touché,” Lor laughed, then winced. “Ok, the baby doesn’t like that.”
“Don’t you dare-” Lor stopped, a gentle smile replacing the playful one. “Mal, look.”
“Our baby’s all grown up.”
Mal’s hand went to his own stomach. He’d carried Altair for nine months, and now the boy was getting married and would have children of his own, soon. They’d be grandparents. His heart was warmed by the thought. If this was getting old, he decided, then there were far worse things in the world.
“You know, Al would understand if you needed to wear something else. He’d rather you be comfortable, I’m sure.”
“But, it’s a wedding and I have to look-”
“Love? Just put on something you can breathe in, ok?”
Lor shook his head ruefully. “I’m being silly, aren’t I?”
“Just a little.”
“So, no cold feet?”
Altair smiled and took Yaritza’s hands, kissing them. “If I had cold feet, I would have worn shoes.”
She giggled, and the tension fell loose from her shoulders. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“I know, I just love your laugh. It makes me happy.”
“Did you decide to go barefoot just so you could make that joke?”
“Nope, I just don’t like wearing shoes.”
“You make me want to be the best person I possibly can. You’re the sweetest, smartest, most wonderful woman I will ever know, and I will treasure you for the rest of my life. I love you, Yaritza. I always have, and I always will.”
“There was something about you from the moment I met you. You’re still the shy, gentle boy I met all that time ago, but you’re so much more than that now. You’ve grown into someone that I can’t imagine being without. You’re the man I want to spend my life with. I love you, Altair. I always have, and I always will.”
A/N Wedding time!!!! This took so long to shoot – I’ve never had to do a wedding where I can only control one of the marrying sims before. Plus, so many sims on one lot always causes chaos. Wandering off during the ceremony, sleeping, exercising, glitching… it all happens. So, here are a couple of my fave outtakes!