All of this past

Finally

I glanced up at the clock and played with the lean silver band on my right hand. Harry had insisted that I should get an engagement ring as well, or he'd feel like he was the girl in the relationship, so we'd gone back to the jewelery story where I bought his the day after my proposal and bought me an identical one to his. We had wanted to wait to tell the kids until Jude was back from her trip through Europe, but Kate had noticed our rings as soon as she saw us that Saturday afternoon, so we skyped her and told them all together that we'd get married. Our plan had been a small civil ceremony, basically just signing the papers, exchanging the rings and have a nice dinner with our families, but that was far from enough for the girls. They had insisted on at least a ceremony at the church, with self written vows, music and the whole shabang, and a party with a wedding cake. They said they hadn't been there for my first wedding so they needed us to go all out on it now they had a chance to attend. If I had let them, they would've hired a band as well, but we really didn't want a large party, so they'd agreed on having just a few friends of Harry's playing on a small reception.

So that was how I ended up here, in a small room at the back of the chuch, waiting until it was time for the ceremony. I knew Harry was in another room, right across the hall, and I couldn't wait to be with him. If it depended on me, I'd gladly have grabbed him and eloped to marry somewhere else, far away from the crowd gathered in the church right now, just the two of us, maybe the kids there as well, but nobody else mattered. But we were here now, and everyone was waiting for us to come out in a few minutes. I hadn't seen him since we'd arrived here, an hour and a half ago. We weren't allowed to see each other in our suits, according to my very bossy daughters. They had even kept us apart from each other in the store where we bought them, even though we were there at the same time, they had just been running from one to the other, checking the different suits, shirts and ties and making sure they matched but weren't the exact same. They did a good job at helping us pick it out though, as far as I could tell, judging from the suit I was wearing right now.

I got up and went to look out the window for a while, waiting for Jude to come and get me. Another thing they had their way at, they would lead us to the altar, first Harry would go in with Kate, and then Jude would escort me to my place at the front. We didn't want to be given away, as it seemed down right ridiculous at the age of 46 and 47 to be given away by our parents, but they wouldn't have us just walk down the aisle together so this was the best compromise we could find. The sun was shining today, for the first time in almost two weeks of rain and thunder storms. We were incredibly lucky, even when it the wind was ice cold, but it was November after all, and we were happy enough that we'd be able to have some outdoor photographs as well. A knock on the door startled me, and when I turned around my eldest daughter was entering the room, her floor length royal blue dress accentuating her long legs and her subtle make up making her beautiful features stand out even more. One would wonder who was the one getting married. She had gone off to college only a month ago, but her trip to Europe and her college life had changed her into a more mature girl, a woman almost, and it showed, even in the way she moved. She swayed her hips in a sort of sensual way now, making her look classy and beautiful.

"It's time dad," she smiled at me as she reached out to hug me softly. "You look gorgeous."

"So do you," I replied, taking a deep breath to prepare myself for what was to come. I linked my arm with hers, once again surprised that she was only half an inch smaller than I was, even when she wore only one inch heels. She smiled again, pressed a kiss to my cheek and guided me out the door into the foyer where we'd meet Harry and Kate so they could walk down in front of us. I had just set foot out of the door when I saw Anne coming out of the room across the hall, wiping a tear from her eyes before she looked up and spotted me.

"Oh dear, Liam, you guys are both trying to kill me today, you look stunning as well. I couldn't wish for Harry to marry a better man than you. You're absolutely perfect for each other, even if it took you this long to have this day happening." she rambled, quickly pressing a kiss to my left cheek before she hurried away in the direction of her seat in the church. I smiled and shook my head at her retreating form until I heard the door in front of me open and found my other daughter in standing there. She wore a simple black knee length dress but she made it look sexy and classy at the same time. Her high heels made sure she was about the same height as me and thus a little over an inch shorter than Harry. She walked through the door and winked at me before she made room for Harry to come out. I gasped as he appeared in the door, looking stunning as ever, his right hand tucked into his pocket making his black blazer rest on his wrist so I could see that his dark grey shirt was hanging over his black formal pants. He wore a simple light grey tie, about the same colour as my pants and waistcoat while my dark grey tie on a black shirt matched his suit. He looked stunning, just perfect. He quickly pulled his hand from his pocket and I could see he had been fumbling with the little black box that held my ring inside, the outlines of it visible through his trousers pocket. I smiled and wanted to walk over to him to kiss that sexy smirk of his away, but Jude held me firmly by her side, scolding at me that I shouldn't kiss him until we were pronounced legally wed. I rolled my eyes at her but obeyed nevertheless, sending an apologetic look towards Harry who simply winked at me before he walked towards the front of the church, his arm linked with Kate's. Jude and I followed a few yards behind, Sam beaming at us proudly from his place up front, flicking his hair from his eyes every few minutes because he styled his fringe so that it hung in front of his right eye.