Here is your invite to the wedding of Mycroft and Greg
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Greg had stopped pacing up and down a few minutes ago, as Mycroft had pushed him down onto an armchair. His knees were now twitching and his hands rubbing and circling against each other.
“You’re nervous.” Mycroft states unnecessarily.
“Of course I’m nervous. What happens if I forget what I’m supposed to say?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Or if I clam up?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Or if I say your name wrong?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Or…”
“It doesn’t matter.”
What Mycroft was saying finally broke through the panic fog that was filling Greg’s mind. He looked up at Mycroft with his first real smile of the day.
“It doesn’t matter.” Mycroft reiterated. “All that matters is that you and I want to do this, that our parents and friends have all come and they are happy because we are doing this. And the small matter that we love each other dearly should, I think, come some small way towards halting your panic.”
Greg looked up at his soon to be husband and smiled again, standing just as the wedding co-coordinator poked his head around the door.
“It’s all ready for you… are you ready?” He asked, looking from one man to the other.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” Said Greg, taking Mycroft’s hand. “Waiting to say I do.”
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For SFS: Well Groomed day – celebrating legal same sex marriages in England & Wales on the 29th March 2014. (It started out as an explanation & turned into a little fic-let, I trust you don’t mind!)