"BREATHE, Satira, breaathe," Felicita comforted the panicking bride.
"What if I'm ruining Pace's life?! What if I'm not enough?! What if he leaves me for lasagna?! You know he has a marriage agreement to lasagna!"
"Satira..."
"WHAT IF HE WANTS TO NAME OUR FIRST CHILD LASAGNA?!"
"SATIRA! It's going to be okay. You're going to walk down the aisle with Luca, and you'll be fine."
"Speaking of Luca..." Satira turned to her maid of honor, wiggling her eyebrows as Felicita blushed.
"Shut up!" Felicita squealed, walking out of the room.
"WHAT if I'm not enough? What if she thinks I'm going to abandon her for lasagna?" Pace asked Debito from where he stood beside him as his best man.
"Sorry to tell you, Pace, but you will cheat on her with lasagna," Debito chuckled as Pace swallowed nervously. In the church he considered a home, he felt skiddish. It was too late for him. He'd fallen in love with the little imp known as Satira, and now the piano was playing the wedding march.
Satira walked into the aisle with Luca on her arm, Luca trying his best not to break down. Debito had a sad gleam to his eyes, secretly wishing that he was the one she was going to meet at the end of the aisle. Pace had completely lost it. One look at her beautiful self walking down the aisle had made him realize that he was starting the first day to the rest of his wild, exciting life.
As she came to stand opposite him, Luca went behind the altar and pulled out two trays of lasagna, handing one to Pace.
"Uhm... ha... I had my vows all memorized and then I saw you walking down the aisle and everything just went poof. Satira, the day I met you, I didn't think a scrawny, black haired, mischief maker would make such a difference, such an impact, on my life. It was when you weren't in my life that I realized I needed you. For two years, you were out of the famiglia, and to me it felt like two lifetimes," He took a fork full of lasagna and fed it to Satira, who chuckled while chewing it. "Satira, you have saved my life in more ways than you could ever know. I love you with everything I am and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." Pace finished as Luca handed him a silver ring, which he slid onto Satira's finger.
Luca then handed Satira the other tray of lasagna.
"Pace, Pachey Poo. Your name means peace, and it suits you because every moment with you is one of peace, of love, of a feeling of home. You are my home. You are my everything. You are my strength. You are my savior. You are now my husband... you're my husband... that sounds so nice," Satira took a fork full of lasagna and Pace smiled as she fed him. "Today marks the day of your enslavement. Not only are you marrying a woman, but you're marrying two people who love you."
"Two people... Oh Satira!" Pace started crying harder.
"The famiglia is gonna be slightly larger now," Satira cried/laughed as Pace placed a hand to her belly.
"I'm speechless."
"I love you."
Pace grabbed Satira on both sides of her face, their lips meeting in a sweet embrace. The famiglia cheered, Elmo sitting on Jolly and yelling that he had a little sister or brother.
Pace and Satira rubbed noses together before Pace led the two of them down the aisle and outside to where the feast had been prepared.
DING! DING! DING! Felicita clicked her fork against her glass and she and Luca both got up to make a toast.
"To the happy couple, we couldn't imagine any two people who are as perfect for each other as you two. Pace, love our girl or Luca will very possibly kill you. Satira, fill his life with excitement, no doubt now that you're expecting won't be that hard. Enjoy your lives together!" Satira raised her glass, her metal fingers carefully bringing it to her lips.
Debito stood up next. "I think it's safe to say that if Satira hadn't come along, we three guys would've had a very different life. We're indebted to your kindness, your love, your discipline, and your determination for helping us grow into the men we are today. Treat our tesoro right, you got that, you idiot?"
"Yes sir!" Pace answered before his stomach growled. "Time for lasagna!"
BEFORE the two could leave for their honeymoon, Satira had to throw her bouquet. Unsurprisingly, Luca caught it, turning to Felicita, who only blushed. Satira laughed as she watched Luca kiss her, a hand grabbing hers. She looked into the eyes of her husband, booping his nose as the two said their good byes.
Debito's hug was a little tighter and longer than everyone else's, and when she stepped out of the hug, Satira stroked his cheek gently. Elmo was the last to say bye along with Jolly, who group hugged her.
Pace and Satira got into the car, driving away from the church as Satira waved at them. When the church was well into the distance, she turned to Pace.
"So Mr. Bianchi, you ready for your new life to begin?" Pace smiled, placing a hand to her belly once more.
"Yes, Mrs. Bianchi. I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with you." Pace smiled at her as the two drove off into the sunset.
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La Sacerdotessa
FanfictionSatira Bianchi is the only other girl member of the Arcana Famiglia. She joined the family at the same time her childhood friends Luca, Pace, and Debito joined and was the Head of Wands before she resigned to travel. Or at least she claimed that's w...
