Lincoln stood at the makeshift altar in the basement of his home, tugging nervously at his collar. He had no idea how they roped him into this, but the quivering in his stomach and shakiness of his legs made him mortified.
He looked at his family, sitting before him in rows of chairs. Lori gave him a smile, though there was sadness evident in it. Leni was the same, giving him a light beam of affection and pride.
Everyone turned at the same time, and Lincoln looked away from Lori and Leni to the young girl walking down the aisle. The girl he would be marrying today, in front of his family.
His younger sister, Lucy.
She walked down elegantly, a loving smile on her face as her long purplish wedding dress trailed behind her. In her hands was a bouquet of black roses. Lincoln blushed slightly as she made her way towards him. She looked more beautiful than ever.
The young girl stood before him, her bangs lifted so that he could see her eyes. They were a keen gray, and they shone as she stared at her older brother.
"H-Hey Lincoln," she stammered, her cheeks beginning to burn.
"Hey Luce," he quietly whispered in return, rubbing the back of his head.
"In the interest of time, we'll be skipping over a lot of this," Lisa said as she scrolled through pages of a thick book in her hands. "The simple question is; do you, Lucy Loud, take Lincoln as your husband?"
The goth swallowed nervously before she choked out "I… I do."
"And do you, Lincoln Loud, take Lucy as your wife?"
He paused for a moment, simply to admire the younger girl before him. Her porcelain skin was almost glowing, and he was overcome with affection for her. So, he smiled and declared "I do."
"Excellent. You may now kiss the bride."
"Uh, now?"
He turned back to Lucy, her eyes fixed on him expectantly, with a shy smile and rosy cheeks. So he smiled as well, and gave her a peck on the forehead. Lynn Sr. wiped a tear from his eye.
He offered his hand, and she graciously accepted, and the two began a slow dance. One step he would take forward, one she would take back, but they were in perfect sync.
"This has been the perfect wedding. Thank you, Lincoln," she whispered into his ear.
For the first time, his lip quivered. It was with that whisper that their situation truly struck him. That the only reason that they were getting married was because Lucy had always wanted to be wed in a grand ceremony, like she saw on her dramas. To be wed to a man she loved with all her heart. To be wed before… before the illness finally crawled and reached her brain.
To experience this one dream of her's.
But Lincoln blinked and pushed the tears back. This was her night. Who was he to ruin it?
"You deserve it, Lucy," he whispers, before wrapping his arms around her frame and hugging her tightly.
"I love you, Lucy," he choked, before the tears could be pushed back no more…