WEDDING! (People) Rating: Weddingy!

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Everything was done, everything was ready save for the last minute dressing. Oh and Peter. He was busy hyperventilating in the corner as he tried not to think about the next few hours. He'd been the celebrant at weddings before. Countless weddings. He'd never been a groom. He never thought he'd ever be a groom. Marriage he could do. A wedding terrified him and he couldn't explain why.

Thomas bounced into the dressing room with a gigantic grin on his face and he gave all the men manly punches in their arms and pats on their backs as he made his way to Peter. He embraced his best friend, crushing the orange blossom in his lapel. "Oh fuck! I smooshed your tiny posy."

Peter gave Thomas an odd look. "You're in a good mood. You had sex with my cousin, didn't you?"

"Yes!" Thomas said as he dropped trou and hunted around for his dress slacks.

"Well...good for you then." Peter said, pulling the poor flower out of his lapel.

"You didn't need the flower anyway, it makes you look like an undertaker."

"Oh THANK you!" Peter said, but he was laughing. Deirdre burst into the dressing room wearing her white dress, her hair and makeup perfect. "Deirdre!" Peter yelped and then he went to stand in front of Thomas to block him from her view.

Deirdre giggled. "It's not like I haven't seen his underwear before, Peter." She turned to David who was, thankfully, dressed. "Your sister wants you, David." She turned to Peter who looked worried. "She's fine, and she's not like...going to leave you at the altar or anything."

"Oh...that's reassuring, thank you, Deirdre..."

Deirdre just smiled and turned back to David. "Something about seeing people...something...I really shouldn't be a messenger..." She watched as David headed off to see Aly and then she turned back to Thomas and Peter. Thomas had finally found his slacks and he pulled them on. He flashed a grin to Deirdre. "You're in a good mood." Not that Thomas was usually scowly, but his grin was even bigger if that were possible.

"He had sex with Kat. And crushed my tiny posy." Peter said flatly.

"At the same ti...no nevermind. Don't tell me." Deirdre walked over and she slid her arms around Peter. "How are you?"

"I didn't vomit yet, so I think we're good." He said, holding her close.

"And he hasn't wept like a tiny baby either, but there's still time." Thomas clapped Peter on the back and then he hugged both of them and Deirdre giggled.

"I'm in a monk sandwich!!" Only later did it occur to her that she'd been in the middle of two men and hadn't freaked out in the least.

Peter chuckled and he kissed Deirdre's hair before letting her go. "How's Aly?"

"She looks like this." Deirdre plastered a manic grin on her face.

"Good. That's good."

"I'd better go. But I love you." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "And it will be fine and we'll party all night long." She winked and kissed Thomas, Robert and Pierre too before heading out again.

Thomas put on his shirt and then he pulled Peter over to the corner of the room. "Okay...I'm going to try this gushing thing. And you know I'm not good at it so just...let me work it out." Peter did his best not to laugh at how adorable Thomas was. "I've known you a hell of a long time and you're the best friend I could ever ask for. And when I think back on the person you were when I met you...you've come a long way, Peter Kemp. And I respect you and I love you and I'm so happy for you. And I'm proud to stand beside you." Thomas took a breath. "Was that okay?"

Peter grinned at him and he hugged him tightly. "That was very good, Thomas. Thank you. Very much."

Aly was standing in the hallway outside her dressing room. She was chatting animatedly with two people she hadn't expected to see here today. Daniel and Sarah Scott. William's parents. They'd come to see their daughter-in-law get married again and Aly felt so blessed they'd come. Now she just needed David to see them. There was only a half hour left, afterall.