As she walked towards him, he knew he had chosen well. Her blonde hair was loosely curled, tumbling around her shoulders. Her dress was a delicate cream, and off the shoulder, lightly embellished with tiny moonstones around the bodice and hem. Her skin was usually deathly pale, but today her cheeks were tinged a beautiful pink, and her skin appeared to be glowing. He couldn't figure out what made her glow, but she radiated pure happiness. Her hands were clasping a bouquet of white daisies, and in the middle was a tiny yellow sunflower.
He smiled as she stood in front of him, taking her hand and promising to love, cherish and honour her, as long as he lived. He was immensely proud to have this beautiful young witch as his wife, but not just for that reason. She was gentle and compassionate, everything he himself wished he could be. As they walked down the aisle, as man and wife, she leaned close and whispered in his ear.
"I'm pregnant."