The day started early for Louis, too early for his liking when he was too tired. He wanted to stay in bed with Harry all day, with his arms wrapped around him. Protecting him and their baby from any harm, just like he had promised. Unfortunately for them, Anne had made them get up to get ready for their big day.

They had a lot of people walking in and out of their bedroom, right after Harry had refused to leave Louis alone with people he hadn't known for long. He had taken a seat on a table in the corner of the bedroom, watching the maids help his mother get his angel ready. He smiled when Louis made a face when one of the maids showed him the jewelry he was supposed to wear.

He looked down at the papers he had in front of him, the ones that proved the many rents Louis had paid him. It was time to give him his money back, so he could use it as he pleased. In their world, Harry would be the one deciding what to do with it. Harry hated it, he hated the world they lived in. He would have loved to rule over England with Louis by his side, giving rights to those who didn't have any. Give all those children the chance to be someone in life. But sadly, he couldn't do that anymore.

"Harry! Darling, it's your turn." Anne called his name.

Harry looked up and his smile got bigger. Louis was worth giving up everything for. He slowly got up and made his way to the blushing boy. He was looking down at his belly, one hand cradling it over the expensive fabric of his wedding attire. The maids had done a great job at concealing his belly as best as they could, something Harry deeply disliked. But according to his mother, it was for the best.

It wouldn't keep many people from talking about how Harry had bedded his future consort months before the wedding. It was customary for them to wait for their wedding night, but that was something they had clearly ignored. Louis was carrying and was three months away from giving birth to the proof of that. Nonetheless, he carried his child with pride, knowing Harry was just as proud.

Harry stood in front of Louis, gently grabbing his chin to make him look at him. Louis gave him a smile, one of those that only Harry could get out of him. One full of trust.

"You look beautiful." Harry told him, seeing Louis blushing.

"You already look handsome, but I'm sure you will look even better once you're ready." Louis placed his hands on his chest.

He tried to smooth out the wrinkled up shirt Harry was wearing, but stopped once he realized there was no use.

"After the wedding I have something to give you." Harry told him, kissing his forehead before he walked away to get ready.

He left Louis wondering what it could be, but not worried at all when he was sure it was something good. Now it was Louis who took a seat on the bed and watched Harry get ready. It was so different for him when he was doing everything himself. Louis never expected that from the Duke Of Cambridge, or who used to be it when he thought he was as spoiled as all the wealthy people he had met before.

Louis ended up falling asleep, waking up when he felt someone lightly shaking him. He opened his eyes and found Lucy looking down at him. She was wearing fine clothes, something Louis had insisted she wear. She wasn't going to wear what the maids wore when she had been by his side ever since he had moved in with his ex husband. She was family to him as well as Liam.

"The wedding is about to start." She told him in that sweet gentle voice of hers.

Louis nodded and wordlessly got up, hoping his attire wasn't so wrinkled up. Lucy walked him all the way to the entrance, where a carriage was already waiting for him. He let Liam helped him into it before Lucy and then him got in and then they were on their way.

"Everybody is at the church already, they wanted to keep it as traditional as they could." Liam informed him, making sure the dozens of guards were guarding them just like Harry had ordered them.

"This is not traditional at all." Louis looked down at his belly.

"It is for the prince and queen." Lucy responded. "And it should be for you too. It is your wedding day, don't let anybody ruin it for you. Who cares what they say." She told him, surprising Louis and Liam when she had never raised her voice the way she had just done.

"Lucy's right, Louis." Liam gave him a warm reassuring smile.

Louis nodded and then took a deep breath when he saw the church getting closer and closer. The carriage stopped right in front of its wide wooden doors. Louis let Liam and Lucy get out first then it was his turn. He didn't realize how scared he was when he finally walked into the church. He no longer had his father, so it was Liam walking him down the aisle. He wouldn't have wanted his father there anyway, not when he was the reason he had ended up being miserable for four years.

He didn't have family there except Liam and Lucy. it was the best day of his life. Now he wanted to get married to the man waiting for him. Now he wanted to form a family with him and live happily ever after. Now he wasn't going to shed a tear, now he wasn't terrified anymore. Now he smiled when Liam joined his and Harry's hands then went to sit next to Lucy.

The church was full of queen anne's lace, a flower Louis had seen before. They were all white. Something that made Louis feel calm. A squeeze on his hand brought him out of his thoughts, and he smiled when he made eye contact with Harry.

Father Williams was quick to start the ceremony, saying a few words about Harry, Louis and their marriage. He then had them drink spiced wine from a fine chalice made of precious metals. It had been served by Harry, then offered to Louis who drank from it before Harry did. It represented a husband providing for his wife, and in their case, a husband providing for his husband.

They held hands as Father Williams blessed them and their union, under the word of their God. Louis furrowed his brow when a girl he didn't know, but guessing by her clothes was a noble, tied a woven ribbon out of many colorful ones around their hands just tight enough to keep them comfortable. Father Williams said a few words about bonds, then the ribbon uniting their hands was blessed and untied. Harry placed it in the same small box as the rings.

"It is done only by royals." Harry whispered on his ear. "It represents our unbreakable bond and marriage, the colors represent other things."

Years ago those words would have terrified Louis, now they made him happy and proud.

"Let us have a moment of silence." Father Williams said. "Let us take that time to wish the couple a happy long marriage till death does them part. To wish them healthy children and faithfulness."

Harry never let go of Louis' hand, not even when they were supposed to. Not even when Harry grabbed one of the rings and put it on Louis' finger as he spoke loud and clear.

"In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; From this day forward until death do us part." Harry proudly said, giving Louis a smile.

Now it was Louis' turn to put the ring on Harry's fingers, and once it was done, Harry would be his forever. Even when death did them part. Because not even that would separate them.

"In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; From this day forward until death do us part."

Louis knew those words, he had had to learn them along time ago. But now he wasn't afraid to say them and his voice didn't shake at all. His face wasn't wet with tears.

What was next was supposed to be Harry's coronation along with Louis', when Des was supposed to pass the crown down to Harry and Anne to Louis. But because Harry had given it up and the king wasn't present, Father Williams knew to skip it.

Louis' cheeks heated up when he heard the murmurs among their guests, but when Harry started rubbing circles on the top of his hand, he ignored them.

"Therefore what God has joined together on this day, let no man separate." Father William's spoke up. "You may go in peace now."

This time, Louis was the first to hold Harry's hand in his when they turned around to face their guests. Anne was looking at them with a proud smile as she clapped for the newlyweds. They walked hand in hand towards the exit of the church where a carriage was already waiting for them.

According to the tradition in their lands, a newlyweds first ever kiss was supposed to be in the privacy of their bedroom. In the privacy of their own home. But their home was one they shared with many, so it was only fair they had the whole second floor to themselves. Harry was just glad they were rooms in the first floor, he wouldn't want his mother to have to stay somewhere else.

Harry helped Louis into it, being as careful as he could. Now it was on him to keep Louis and their child safe as long as he lived, and after his death, from wherever he was. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis after getting in, then they started their journey back home where a small wedding party awaited them.

"Are you happy?" Louis asked his husband. He felt butterflies whenever he would think of Harry as his husband.

"The happiest I've ever been." Harry kissed his forehead. "Are you happy?"

"I've never been this happy before." Louis' eyes filled with tears, looking up at Harry and that's when he smiled.

Harry knew he should have waited until they got home and into their bedroom to kiss him, but the prince wanted nothing but to feel Louis' lips again. He found Louis adorable when as soon as their lips touched, Louis gasped and pushed him away. He covered his lips with one of his hands, while using the other to keep Harry away from his personal space.

"We were supposed to wait until we were in our bedroom!" Louis exclaimed.

"But I can't wait that long." Harry pouted, scooting closer to Louis until Louis somehow ended up on his lap.

"We'll be there soon, my love." Louis touched Harry's lips with two of his fingers. "And then you can kiss me all you wa–ow!" He gasped when the carriage went over a bump and jostle him, his hand quickly going over his belly.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked him, already worried out of his mind. He put his hand right next to Louis', feeling the small flutters.

"Just– that woke him up." Louis said.

"You are so sure it's a boy, darling." Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' waist, letting his husband rest his head against his chest.

"It has to be a boy." Louis mumbled. "I want to give you a boy...one with no mark."

"Whatever it is, we'll love it so so much." Harry started rubbing his back, understanding why Louis felt the way he did. "A girl is fine."

He sighed when Louis shook his head no, deciding not to continue in fear of upsetting him. If Louis wanted to give him a son without the mark, then so be it. But he was fine with whatever the lord decided to bless them with.

They arrived home not long after, and following tradition, Harry carried Louis all the way to their bedroom. He crossed the threshold of the bedroom and laid him down on their bed then crawled over him so he was hovering over him. It wasn't long before their lips were touching, the action quickly getting heated. They had a small party to go to where they would celebrate their marriage, but that was thrown out the window the moment Harry took their clothes off. He knew no one would come knocking at their door and interrupt them. The party could wait.

Louis forgot about everyone and everything the moment Harry entered him. He was on his lap straddling him, both of them completely naked with only the blankets and each other to keep themselves warm. Harry was sitting with his back against the headboard, making Louis get on his knees so he could thrust into him. He had made sure to wrap the blankets around Louis, but pushed them away when it started getting too hot.

He tried to be as close to Louis as he could, but his belly always got in the way. He was fine with leaning forward to kiss him as much as he could. He pulled back and his lips ghosted over Louis', feeling the warm puffs of air his Louis would let out every time he thrusted into him. Louis had his arms wrapped around Harry's neck, never wanting to let go, not even when he came all over Harry and himself. Harry came soon after, fucking into Louis until his own orgasm passed.

He looked at Louis and brushed his hair back and out of his face with his fingers. Louis' cheeks were red and so were his eyes full of tears. Harry thought he had hurt him, but the horror soon passed when Louis kissed him right over where his heart was then rested his head against it.

Harry pulled him back and stared at him, one hand gripping his hip and the other lovingly caressing his warm cheek. "So beautiful." He whispered so only Louis could hear him. "So so beautiful."

Louis knew it now. For every ending, there was a new beginning. And sometimes a new beginning was better than the ending.

Thoughts? :)

I'm sorry for the very short chapter, and I'm so sorry I took forever to update! I totally made up some of the wedding traditions and other things, hope you liked it!