Her White Wolf

Chapter Forty-Two

Alright everyone, it's the big day! This will be a long one...

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The morning came and went as a flurry of wedding activity went on. Shuri got started early making sure everything was perfect while Cleo got ready. She and Tony played well off of one another, though at times there was a bit of a struggle for who was in charge. The Princess won that fight every time.

Cleo stood in front of a mirror and took a deep breath as her hair stylist pinned flowers into her hair. Today I get to marry my best friends.

Her dress was a flowing gown covered in lace and appliqué leaves. It was strapless but her arms were adorned with detached tulle sleeves. Her heels sat to the left I the mirror, the photographer taking photos of them. She wondered what the boys were up to; they had Grant duty now until the wedding.

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James smiled as he watched Steve straighten his suit shirt while he fed Grant a bottle. "How are you planning on styling your hair?"

"Mine's pretty easy. Just a little gel," Steve said. "I'll slick the front of it back a little. What about you?"

"I'll probably just gel it like I normally do," James shrugged.

"No one will be looking at us anyway, but Cleo," Steve said with a smile. Grant finished his bottle and Steve set it on the table beside him. "Don't want you hungry and cranky, little man."

"Do you want him while I change?" James asked.

"I've got him," Steve said. "Go change. I'll trade with you when you're done."

James handed Grant to Steve before kissing him softly. "Won't take too long."

"Go get even more handsome," Steve said with a smile before he took Grant to the floor to let him move around.

Taking his time, James got dressed in a dark suit with a bow tie that matched Steve's. Then he brushed and styled his hair.

Steve played with Grant, making sure he didn't get into too much. He was an active little boy. Steve laughed softly as his son made his way over to him and hugged him. "I love you too, buddy," he said gently.

James grinned as he soon returned to his soon to be husband and son. "Do you want to get him dressed?"

"Yes. His little suit is adorable," Steve said, glancing up at Bucky. He grinned wider. "You look incredible."

He blushed brightly and ducked his head. "Thank you."

"Okay son, let's get you dressed and then I will get dressed," Steve said, picking Grant up off of the floor to take him to the bed to change him.

James smiled before he turned and looked out of the window, down at the lake where the decorations were all put up, lights twinkling.

Steve changed Grant into his suit and chuckled as he picked him up to present him to Bucky. "You two look like twins."

Turning to look, James felt tears in his eyes. "He looks so handsome."

"You both do," Steve said, handing Grant over to Bucky. "Alright, I'm getting dressed. I'll be back."

James curled Grant into his arms and kissed his head. He felt like a hornet's nest swarmed his chest and stomach, but he could only smile.

Steve took his time, carefully dressing in his navy-blue suit and tie. He made sure everything was just right before he did his hair, swooping it into place. "Not bad for a kid from Brooklyn," he murmured to himself before he stepped back out into the room.