As Will slipped the ring onto Nico's fingers, his heart thumped against his rib cage. It was as if he had tunnel vision, the only visible thing being Nico.
Will barely heard himself as he and Nico said, "I do." His heart was in his throat. Gods, Nico was his husband. Not his boyfriend. Not his fiancé. His husband. It made him so happy he could die.
The rest of the ceremony was a blur. Kira, his half-sister, gave a speech and teared up a little bit. Tyson and Ella were the first ones on the dance floor. Frank may have turned into a gazelle at one point. And the whole time, Nico's fingers were entwined in his.
After the reception was over, his siblings from the Apollo Cabin and basically a third of Camp Half-Blood piled into their apartment. It was a tight fit; people were packed together like sardines. Hazel kept crying, and Frank turned into a gazelle--again-- to cheer her up. "Frank, you can change back, it's fine," she sniffled. She turned to face Nico and said in a dead serious voice, "I want nieces and nephews. Hundreds of them."
