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For the hundredth time that evening, Luther had to remind himself that this was his life. He still couldn't believe it. Like many a groom before him, he had the dazed look of a man who couldn't quite believe what was happening to him.

Allison, luminously pregnant and beaming in her white gown, leaned against him as she chatted with a group of guests. Claire, who had long since fallen asleep, rested her head against his shoulder as he held her in his arms.

Klaus ran in his direction, a drink in each hand. "Looks like we're both getting laid tonight!" Klaus yelled cheekily as he passed by, followed closely by a man that Luther vaguely recognized as one of Allison's Hollywood friends. Trailing after both of them was a long-suffering Ben, who mimed shooting himself in the head as he passed Luther.

Luther rolled his eyes at his brothers and caught the glance of Five, who was holding court at the table by the entrance to the ballroom, his tie loosened around his neck, a lowball glass in his hand, surrounded by a group of older relatives. He raised his glass to Luther in salute.

Luther looked down at Allison and hissed at her out of the corner of his mouth. "I really hope none of Diego's law enforcement friends are here tonight. They're going to wonder why we're letting a thirteen year old boy drink whisky on the rocks."

"Relax, babe, he looks at least fifteen now," Allison said, patting his arm.

Luther shifted slightly to relieve the pressure on his shoulder, which gave him a better view of the dance floor. He noticed Diego and Vanya among the crowd of couples swaying to the latest Ed Sheeran song, looking like a couple of seventh graders at their first dance. Diego held Vanya's hips while her hands were perched tentatively on his shoulders, leaving plenty of room for the Holy Spirit between them. Diego looked painfully uncomfortable in his suit and Vanya even more so in her gown, but Luther appreciated the effort they had made. The dance, and their acceptance of their roles as best man and maid of honor, was more evidence of the fragile peace between them.

Luther turned his attention back to his girls, noticing that the group of guests surrounding them had drifted away. Claire stirred sleepily in his arms. Allison leaned her head against him, absently rubbing her belly. She looked up at him, smiling.

"Happy?"

He leaned down and kissed her gently.

"I have my whole family here, we're not fighting, and no one's died. I get to spend the rest of my life with you. Happy doesn't begin to cover it."

Allison held out her hand.

"Luther Hargreeves, will you dance with me?"

He tucked Claire tighter against his shoulder and took Allison's hand with his free one so that they could slowly sway to the music together. And for the one hundredth and first time that evening, Luther had to remind himself that this was his life.