Room 1013

The Altar

Shiro brushed through Keith's hair as he sat in his desk chair. Gentle piano music bled through a small speaker. "So..."

Keith scrunched his eyebrows together and kept his head forward. "So?"

"Your wedding, huh?"

Keith let out a confused chuckle, "Um, yeah?"

Shiro paused his brushing, "I mean..."

Keith turned around to look at him. "What?"

Shiro shrugged, "Well, are you sure you still want to get married?" He pointed his thumb to the door, "It's my job to help you run if you want."

Keith playfully slapped his arm, "Don't be my rational side now! Yes, I want to get married!" He stood and lifted his arms, "Now get me ready."

Shiro laughed and retrieved a bottle of foundation from the desk. "Alright."

"Hmm," Keith hummed in thought. "I wonder how Lance is doing right now."

Pidge and Lance tapped their cans together and whooped. Hasta El Amancer blasted through Pidge's speakers in her hotel room as they chugged their sodas.

Pidge finished her drink and slammed it down on the desk. "You're getting married!"

Lance repeated her actions, "I'm getting married!"

Pidge laughed, "You're one crazy motherfucker!"

Lance leaned back in his chair and threw his hands up, "I'm one crazy motherfucker!"

They laughed and cheered as they danced to the music. Pidge gasped for air, wiping her eyes. "Oh my god. This is insane!"

"I know, right?!" Lance spun around, then grabbed her shoulders to give them a shake. "I'm so in love with him!"

Pidge looked down at her watch as she bobbed to the music, "How long until the wedding?"

"I have to be down there at three, I think." Lance pointed at her, "Isn't that your job?"

"Well, duh!" She was spun by Lance. "It's twelve twenty right now, so you can get in your suit. We can play video games after that."

Lance stopped and gave her an excited look, "I can?!"

Pidge giggled, "You can literally do whatever you want."

"Come on!" Lance rushed over to the suit hanging on the bathroom door. "Let's put it on!"

Lance and Pidge got dressed and played video games. They wore navy suits, brown shoes and pink ties with matching pink rose boutonnières. After Pidge annihilated Lance in almost every game, it was time to go to the spot Krolia picked out.

Lance stepped out of the car and admired the beautiful view. Uniform white chairs were lined up in two sections with pink roses and foliage attached to the middle ones. The aisle was dotted with colorful leaves. Lance audibly gasped as he followed them up to the altar. Overlooking a magnificent tree-filled mountainside, silver poles were set up to form a square room-like area that held up powder pink curtains tied back with foliage. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Lance and Pidge walked over to the reception area. A large matte grey dance floor was set up beside tables decorated with white tablecloths and pink rose centerpieces. Lights hung from trees to create a makeshift ceiling with unique chandeliers of wreaths and strings of lights.

Lance walked up to Krolia as she fussed over the setting of the tables. "This is absolutely beautiful."

She turned to notice him, "Oh, Lance!" She gave him a hug. Her dress was a long purple gown with crystals on the short sleeves and neckline. She place a hand on her hip, "I'm glad you like it." She waved at the decorations with a stick of pine in her fingers.

Lance smiled and looked over the area again, "I am amazed."

Krolia checked the time, "Well, I've got less than an hour until the wedding and I'm freaking out."

Lance took her hand, "Don't. Everything is perfect."

She gave him a smile, "Okay, thank you." She crossed her anxious arms, "That's not the only thing I'm worried about."

Lance connected the dots in his head, "Oh, I see." He brought her into a long hug. He let out a happy sigh, "I'm going to take great care of your son, I promise."

Krolia hugged him back and pet his hair, "Thank you, Lance." She pulled away and carefully wiped her eyes, "I'm just really emotional."

"That's alright." Lance leaned toward her and half-covered his mouth to whisper, "Actually, I'm really nervous, too."

"Oh really?" Krolia covered her mouth with a dramatic hand. "I would've never thought," she teased.

They laughed for a minute. Lance was glad she was loosening up. It made him feel better to ease other's worries. He sighed, "I'm gonna cry, I swear."

Krolia eyed him, "I don't know. You seem like a strong guy."

Lance shook his head, "Nah, once I see Keith, I'm gonna lose it."

Pidge trotted up to them, "Who's gonna lose it?"

Lance shrugged, "We're debating whether or not I'm gonna cry."

"Oh, definitely." Pidge nudged his arm. "You'll be sobbing on the ground before he reaches the altar."

Lance scoffed, "Uh, will not!"

Pidge playfully shoved his arm, "Will too!" She turned to Krolia, "What do you think?"

She shrugged, "I have no clue." She tapped her chest, "I just know that I will be sobbing on the ground before Keith reaches the altar!"