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[thefallons]

to have and to hold | scotia ➢ charlie

Scotia Fallon cannot scrub the smirk off his lips. Yes, there are light showers coming down around them despite the forecast having predicted no such thing. And yes, the small group of friends and family gathered for this special day had to help at the last second to move the ceremony under the tent where the reception was set to take place. Yes, Scotia’s hair is acting up just a touch from the cool but damp air, and his suit already has a spot on it from the mishaps of his 12-year-old best man. 

Still, he is loosely holding the hands of the love of his life, whose gentle features are illuminated by the sunlight peeking through the thin clouds above. So yes, he’s grinning wide as the day he first saw Charles Vogel, infinitely as wide as when he walked into the Lion’s Den only to be surprised with a ring. 

Scotia licks his lips before he begins to speak, his thumbs massaging over Charlie’s knuckles. “Do you remember on the night we met, how we couldn’t stop making each other smile? All night we were going at it like a game, trying to see which one of us could make the other smile so wide they’d be left speechless. I don’t think we ever stopped playing, Charlie. And it’s been a fucking godsend. You made me feel alive that night, you challenged me, you made me happy and you set the precedent for what it was going to be like for the rest of our lives.”

With his eyes moving fondly around Charlie’s cleaned up self, Scotia lets go of one of his hands. He brushes his fingers through the side of Charlie’s hair, resetting the locks that had fallen astray when they’d run from the rain. 

“Of course you would look exactly the same all this time later on our wedding day as you did that night,” he chuckles.

“Only because I’m wet,” Charlie retorts and it makes Scotia laugh. They both become caught up in it for a moment, their decade long game.

“Shut up,” Scotia shakes his head with the utmost fondness and takes Charlie’s hand once more.

Laughter bubbles on his lips even as Scotia continues on. “Charlie, you’re my best friend,” he says ardently, “And I know I’m yours- even though I’ll never quite love you like Dex does-”

Instantly he’s interrupted by raucous, “Damn straight!” from behind Charlie. And of all the people that turn their attention to Dexter D’Angelo, Scotia is not one of them. 

He simply licks his widening grin as he looks into Charlie’s eyes. “You’re my best friend and I want to spend the rest of my days telling you everything. About when I overhear bizarre conversations at the Den or when I find a new brand of boxed wine or every time I feel even a little proud of our son.”

“Charlie,” Scotia says the name, warm and at home in his mouth yet again, knowing he’ll never tire of it. “I’d say that this is the beginning of our next big adventure but you’ve already been an amazing husband and an even better dad for most of ten years now. There’s going to be tons of surprises in our lives in the years that are coming up but how great we’re going be together through it all isn’t one of them. You’re the biggest surety of my life. You always will be.”

Scotia raises Charlie’s hands to his lips to seal his speech just as the sky begins to clear- though he wouldn’t have minded the familiar pitter-patter overhead for a little while longer. He smirks because all is, as it was meant to be.