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35 | my big fat gay wedding

"Jensen Rhodes, you're killing me."

            "You look gorgeous."

            Miles had a tie draped around his neck, untied. (Either Miles was planning on ditching the tie at the last moment because he hated wearing them, or he was waiting for Jensen to tie it for him because he claimed he didn't know how even though she knew it was because he liked brushing her curls out of her face while she tied his tie.) A black blazer, white button up, black pants, dress shoes. Anyone purely looking at his outfit would say he was fit to attend a wedding as a bridesman. Then Jensen saw what Dayna's stylist had done to his hair.

            "I look like a dick."

            Jensen reached her hand up toward the curl that had been styled in the middle of Miles' forehead and grinned when Miles pulled his head away. "Sal Mineo?"

            "Who else?"

            "Is Dayna in a red blazer?"

            "And blue pants."

            "Does she look happy?"

            "Happiest I've ever seen her."

            "Liberty is too."

            "I like the pin curls."

            "God, don't even talk to me about them." Jensen rolled her eyes.

            Miles laughed. "I take it you had an amazing time with the hairdresser?"

            "I have curly hair," Jensen said. "Why straighten it just to curl it again?"

            "I don't know, Rhodes." Miles laughed again. "But you're pulling it off."

            "I don't think Liberty had seven months pregnant Gentleman Prefer Blondes Marilyn Monroe on her wedding agenda," Jensen said, putting a hand on her stomach. If anything, she was thankful her bridesmaid dress wasn't too tight. The tailor had done a good job guessing how big her stomach would be at the time of the wedding. "I feel like a balloon."

            "A gorgeous balloon."

            Jensen laughed. "Thanks for that."

            Miles wrapped an arm around Jensen's shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "I love you."

            "Don't mess up the pin curls."

            "Harsh, Rhodes." Miles laughed.

            "I love you, too," Jensen said. "But don't mess up the pin curls."

            "I still think you look gorgeous."

            "I could say the same thing."

            Dayna and Liberty had made their Hollywood theme feel a lot homier with fairy lights trailing across the walls. They liked the way it made the venue look, how it dressed it up without even trying. Jensen liked the way the reflection of the light danced in Miles' eyes when he looked at her. Ocean waves bathed in starlight.

            Jensen pushed her fingertips through the edge of his hair. Not enough to upset the wax that had styled it, but enough that she could feel the softness of the hairs it had missed. A soft smile pulled at her lips as her hands dragged down his neck, then to the tie draped around it. She looked up at him, a silent question.

            Miles nodded softly.

            Jensen looped the tie around itself quickly. Up, over, and through and she had tied herself a knot. She tightened it gently, not too tight. Enough that Miles wouldn't fiddle with it during the ceremony.