Today was a big day for the Scott's
. Mal was getting married, and the kids were hopefully getting a new mother that would love them as much as they had been loved by their own mother. Heaving a sigh, Mal straightened his tie in the mirror, smiling a little bit when Nate echoed his movements from beside him. The little guy looked exactly like Mal's brother, and more than anything, that made Mal a little sad. He didn't have any family here, besides Nicola and Nate. Nobody to tell him that they were proud, nobody to give him a reassuring pat on the back and tell him that he wasn't making a mistake by doing this. Patting his pocket, he found the jewellry box holding the ring that he was going to give Kira, before pulling it out, and kneeling down so he was on face level with Nate. A serious expression on his face, he handed the box to his nephew. "This is a very important box okay? You keep it safe for me till I ask for it."
Nodding solemnly, Nate squeezed the box to himself before getting distracted with a few more things in the room. Now it was Nicola's turn. She was standing there with a little bit of a peevish expression as she tugged at her dresses. 'Uncle Mal, it's itchy!'
she complained. Stifling a smile, Mal reached towards the table, and picked up the small bouquet sitting there. "This is for you, sweetie. Every flowergirl needs a pretty bouquet."
Staring at the flowers before tentatively taking them, Nicola finally smiled. 'They're pretty! Jeana will be so jealous!'
Mal smirked a little, watching Nicola and Nate bounce off to do their own thing. He wasn't doing a terrible job. They were adjusting well, or so he had been told. Still, some nights Nicola cried, and sometimes Nate forgot and asked when his dad was coming home from work, but for the most part, they seemed happy. Oh god, were those fucking tears pricking at his eyes? Shit. The whole sappy wedding thing was getting to him. Taking another breath, Mal left the room, his ring bearer and flowergirl on either side of him. Moment of truth. Holding their hands was keeping him from bolting away from this Chapel, away from the responsibility. But there was also curiousity besides the panic. What would being married to Kira Morgan be like? And she had never even met the kids, today would be the first time. Entering the chapel, he smiled at the few people there he recognized. A few parents from the school, a couple guys he had met in town.
One face was missing. But he couldn't think about that. Not her, not right now. In the absence of a best man, and groomsmen, Mal wanted Nicola and Nate next to him. Tugging at the collar of his shirt, Nate looked like he just wanted to get this over with. Me and you both, bud.
Mal thought, as he waited. Waited for the doors to open and reveal the woman he was going to marry. The organ swelled, and the doors opened, and there she was. She looked beautiful. Nervous, but just as beautiful as she had been on the first day they had met. Flashing her a quick smile, Mal waited for her approach, before taking her hand. "You look great."
he said, a little clumsily, as the priest began the ceremony.