Hold the Umbrella (Mycroft Holmes Fanfic)

The Wedding: Him

As Anne walked down the aisle, her father protectively locking elbows with her, all the fears that Mycroft had been accumulating over time began to turn to dust. All this time, he was denying his feelings, ignoring everything that drew Anne to him. However, in this moment he couldn't resist the passion growing inside of him. 

As he watched her, he wondered if any of these feeling existed within her as well. Admittedly, his feelings were premature. They had not experienced any true sense of courting. They had never had the uncomfortable evenings at the opera, the light kisses upon the cheek, and he had never  sent her poems or roses as some young did. 

Both of them had been forced into a life that neither of them had ever expected to live. Yet, here they were, at a wedding, in a church, about to commit themselves to each other for eternity, or at least til death do them apart. And for once in his life, Mycroft didn't have to deduce whether it was the right decision or not, because in his heart rather than his mind, it was perfect, the only decision he ever felt was truly right.  

And she was absolutely elegant, absolutely beautiful, and without a doubt she was going to be absolutely his.

Everything for him seemed to be going in slow motion again. Only this time, it was agitating him as it had before. It was pure ecstasy, pure bliss. 

As the guests in the pews turned to look at her, an energy reverberated through the room. There was so much excitement, yet so much serenity in the room. It was like an angel had come down from the heavens to greet them. To greet him, to greet everyone. 

The train of her dress danced upon the aisle, following her with a grace only a dancer knows. The orchestra's canon filled Mycroft's ears making him deaf to all other distractions. 

In the pews, he knew mothers, friends, servants, all who had seen Anne grow up were shedding tears of joy, and maybe even loss. Even, Mycroft's mother was shedding a tear, proud to see her eldest making a husband of himself.

With all this stimuli, all these energy it felt like ages before she came to his side. Her father took her hand and placed it within Mycroft's. Her hands were soft and delicate. Her nerves had made them a bit clammy, but Mycroft didn't mind. 

Anne slowly looked up at Mycroft, making eye contact with him just for a split second before looking down at her shoes. He put his hand under her chin, gently easing her too look at him. She obliged and he gave her the gentlest loving smile he could make. Seeing this, she gave the same turning a sweet shade of pink under her veil. 

And then they turned to face the priest, and he began his religious speech, joining them under the eyes of God. Mycroft hardly listened except for the parts in which he was expected to repeat. The usual words, to promise, to love, and take care of her in both sickness in health. He didn't even have to force the words out of him, they felt so natural to slip from his lips. 

Anne did the same, the words a bit harder to get out, and when it was over he was sliding the wedding band upon her finger. She had hardly looked at him directly, but she knew he was looking upon her. And honestly, Mycroft couldn't stop looking at her, and he really couldn't when he was instructed to lift her veil and place a chaste kiss upon her lips. 

That's when he knew what he looking at was his alpha and the omega. The beginning and the end of him. The one he was met to spend the rest of his life with.  

And then, their lips met. Her lips were soft upon his, and his rough upon hers. This was Anne's first kiss, not counting relatives and such,and she thought it was alright. Very alright. 

It wasn't Mycroft's first kiss, yet it felt like the first time, and while it only lasted a second, it felt like it lasted a lifetime. 

And then, for the first time in the ceremony, Anne and Mycroft looked at each other for longer than a single second. Like their hands, their eyes interlocked and for once Mycroft couldn't deduce anything. His mind was empty except for the thought called Anne. The thought that was now his wife. 

He chuckled a a bit to himself, as did she, and then they began their descent back down the aisle. Today, they would begin their new life together as Mr. and Mrs. Mycroft Holmes.