"So, where are you and Francis going tomorrow night?" Kenna asks, rubbing her fingers over her newborn daughters' hair. Mary watches them with a smile, sitting on the edge of Kenna's bed now that Francis had taken Sebastian out for something to eat, nobody in the family had eaten since the wedding breakfast early in the morning, and both Kenna and Bash had been through such a tiring day, after all. And nobody in the family wanted the new father to faint.
It seems strange that after all that pomp and pagentry and panic that everything is all so still now, so normal and typical. But nobody could have predicted that Amia Rivera de Portiers would have made herself known in such dramatic fashion. She must be her mothers daughter, after all.
"Hmm?" Mary asks. "Oh, nowhere. We cancelled it." She brushes her hair from her shoulder, it's still curled and pretty curtesy of Madame de la Blanc and her band of stylists she, Kenna, Lola, Greer and Aylee had met with that morning. Her makeup is still done, but the beautiful dress is gone, replaced by a pair of Francis' khaki joggers that hung low on her hips, an old black t shirt and Francis' black hoodie she stole from him when they were in Bahrain last autumn.
"What? Why?" Kenna frowns. "We had so much fun planning your trip to Malta, Siscilly and Monaco. You were gonna wear that sexy red lingerie we found in Timothy White's, and you looked gorgeous in that white dress Greer found in Joe Walker's boutique."
"'Cause we didn't get married, Ken." Mary shakes her head once, but she smiles as she says it. "Francis and I can't go on a honeymoon if we didn't get married." She's not mad, truly, she isn't. Yeah, she's a little disappointed that she isn't Francis' wife right now, but it was good publicity for the family to give away the wedding banquet and the cake to the low income family charities and to varying food banks in England, and she's sure her wedding dress will make a pretty penny in auction that they can donate. But Mary's sure that, in time, she'll be able to laugh at the melay of it all. That right at the pinnacle moment when the Bishop asked her if she would take Francis as her husband, Kenna's waters broke in a truly shocking, Hollywood style gush. "Couldn't keep going with the vows and the signing of the certificates with little lady's head popping out, now, could we?" She chuckles.
Mary strokes Amia's soft, dark whisps of hair with a finger, annoyed at herself for feeling the bite of envy now that tensions have ceased. Kenna didn't plan to have the baby at that very moment, a baby can't maliciously pick a moment to be born. And for the most part, she's so happy to have a niece. Maybe in a few months, she'll look back and laugh at the absurdity of it all. Hopefully. It's just a little upsetting that she didn't get the Fairytale wedding of her dreams, that she isn't Mrs Valois-Angoulème de Medici right now. But she won't tell Kenna that, she might just confide in Catherine or Francis tonight when they all get back home.
"All of it?" Kenna's voice is quiet. "Even the venue? The afterparty?"
"Well, yeah." Mary shrugs a shoulder. "If there wasn't a marriage, we can't have a wedding reception or a honeymoon. But it's alright, Catherine tells me that a lot of the favours can be depersonalized, and donated. Besides, even with a family as big as ours, we could never finish all that food in the time it would take before it goes off. And we can sell for auction the dresses for some good PR, that should cover the money we lost for the venue. Cakes already donated. So its over, I guess. After we get back tonight, Francis will probably cook dinner and we can talk about us and what we're gonna do going forward."
"Bash will give you the money back for all of it." Kenna's quiet voice cuts in. "And you two should still go, even if its just a holiday. Italy is beautiful."
"It is." Mary agrees. "But it's too late now. We had Emily cancel everything and make the preparations to donate everything, we can't make use of it now, I guess." She shrugs. "But it's okay. It's not like we can't afford to plan another wedding, we might just go somewhere and elope. But a party doesn't matter, you know? The baby's here and she's healthy, you're healthy, it's not like Francis and I had a fight or called off the wedding, we still love each other so much. Now, I'll leave you two to get some rest, and have some time together, your husband will be back soon."
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You Are My Light Part II
Historical Fiction-Reign Oneshots/Taking Requests- The world can be dark, Mary, and uncertain and cruel. The only thing that matters is that we face it together. No matter what happens, you are my light. Part 2! -Read TEML first!-
