Adieu

Chapter 24

(A:N// Whew!! That was close, nearly late. Oh well, here it is.)

"Will, you have to, It's tradition!" Josephine insisted.

She stood with a forkful of wedding cake in her hand begging him to let her shove it into his mouth.

He frowned in response.

"Do it, do it!" The crowd roared.

"For me?" She asked, putting on her best pout.

William sighed in defeat. "Alright, Alright," he surrendered, picking up his own forkful. "On three."

She grinned, putting the fork an inch from his mouth, while secretly placing her paper plate upward behind her back. "One."

He smiled, despite himself, placing his fork by her mouth as well. "Two."

"Three!" she exclaimed, swinging her plate around to land smack dab in the middle of his face, just as he stuffed the cake into her mouth.

"Jose!" He laughed, wiping a hand over his face.

She swallowed, giggling hysterically. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

William shook his head and licked all the cake he could reach away. "Not bad," he critiqued.

"That's disgusting, here," she guffawed, handing him a napkin.

He wiped his face off, grinned, and took a bite of his cake. "At least I still have mine, you wasted yours."

She shrugged, picking up another piece off the table behind her. "There's plenty to go around."

"I wonder how many pictures we'll have after this," he mumbled a few minutes later.

Josephine shrugged again. "I don't know. Will you help me put them in a photo album?"

He nodded, throwing his plate and napkin away. "I'm just amazing like that."

"Yes you are," she said happily, tapping his nose.

"Josephine? Can you throw your flowers now?" Aimée questioned, throwing her own plate away.

She grinned and set her plate down. "Sure sweetheart," she said, before turning around and throwing it directly into her surprised hands.

"Yay! Daddy, daddy! I'm going to get married!" She chanted, running off.

Josephine barely had time to laugh before she was hoisted up into her husbands arms. "Will! What are you doing!"

"Your the tradition type right? He questioned, sitting her down in a chair.

She frowned. "Yes, but what does that have to do with- William Smyth you stop it!" She protested abruptly as she felt his warm hand slowly trailing up her calf.

He chuckled. "If you stop moving, I'll find it faster."

She shook her head. "Wrong leg William."

He laughed again. "I know."

Josephine blushed brightly, smacking his head. "You be good, my parents are watching," she insisted.

William shrugged, but moved to the proper leg regardless.

A moment later his hands finally discovered the garter attached not too far above her right knee. "Ah, there it is, now how exactly-"

She sighed. "Just pull!" she insisted, causing a chuckle to come from somewhere in the crowd. She immediately recognized it to be her fathers.

"Hm," William said a second later, pulling out the dark blue garter and showing it to the crowd. "Something blue?" He murmured quietly.

Jose nodded, just as he tossed it behind him.