Built To Last

"You know, at least at wedding dress shops, there's free champagne," Angela Lopez noted as she checked her surroundings in the suit shop.

"We're not here to drink. We're here to pick out a tux. Do you like this one?" Tim Bradford asked as he scrutinized his appearance in a simple black tuxedo in the large three-panel mirror near the store's dressing rooms. "Lucy will probably hate it, right? She likes when I wear blue."

"Lucy will love you in anything, because she loves you. Pick something you'll like," she encouraged.

"Something I like? This is a wedding, MY wedding. I can't wear what I'll like. I have to wear the perfect thing." He shook his head and grimaced; he did not think the tuxedo he was wearing was suitable.

"Do you think Lucy won't say 'I do' if you're not wearing the 'perfect thing'?" She scoffed at the absurdity.

"No, of course not...wait, is that an option?" His quick onset of panic diminished when he saw Angela laughing. "That's not funny. You're my Best Woman. You're supposed to be helping me not freaking me out."

"Would you relax? You and Lucy are going to be married come hell or high water, because something WILL go wrong on your big day."

"How could you say that?"

"Uh when was the last time we went to a wedding where nothing bad happened?"

"Harper's was fine."

"Harper isn't us."

"You're right. I'll have a Metro team on standby for the whole day. I'm not taking any chances," Tim began to plan.

"Lucy can walk down the aisle holding a riot shield," Angela proposed jokingly.

He frowned as he pondered the suggestion.

"Don't you dare actually consider that. Let your bride walk down the aisle looking beautiful in a dress without a piece of plastic in the way," she said firmly.

"She's gonna look beautiful isn't she? She always does, but..." he smiled as he pictured how Lucy might look in a long, white, flowing gown while slowly walking down an aisle towards him. "I have to find something better than this. I'll try on another one." Tim returned to his dressing room to change into a different black tuxedo with a midnight blue satin collar. He went back to the mirrors, checked out how he looked, and nodded. "This is the one. I'm gonna marry Lucy wearing this."

Angela was happy that Tim found what he was looking for and that he was so confident in his decision. She waited as his measurements were taken and then changed again. "Okay, so what's next on the list?"

"Cake tasting. I need you to be the tie breaker, because Lucy is gonna want something like chocolate with orange, and I need you to vote on the plainest option."

"You're so lame. Chocolate and orange sounds kinda awesome, actually, but she knows you. She'll probably go with the boring vanilla to make you happy. Maybe she'll get a chance to have that chocolate and orange flavor at her second wedding, though."

He blinked and pursed his lips at the odd statement. "What are you talking about?"

"Remember when I was getting married, and in front of the entire station at roll call, you acted like my wedding wasn't a big deal because it was a 'first marriage'? Yeah, well, by your logic, it's only Lucy's FIRST marriage, which means there will be more than one. This IS your second," Angela said smugly since she was able to throw his poor word choice back in his face.

"This is different. I'm going to be Lucy's ONLY husband."

"You think her next partner will be a woman?"