Hey hey guys! This is my second Corpse Bride fanfic! Yay for corpse bride! Anyway this is just a sequel fic which takes place on the day/night of Victor and Victoria's wedding day! Hope you like it! Disclaimer: I own nothing

1 - Victor

It had been two months since the incident with Lord Barkis and the Corpse Bride. Neither Victor nor Victoria would ever forget what happened, though they rarely brought it up. It was like a silent secret shared between the two.

To be fair, Lord and Lady Everglot encountered some of the inhabitants from the Land of the Dead as well, but they didn't speak of it either, as they didn't want anyone to think them crazy. It was much easier to pretend none of it happened and that Barkis' death was simply an unfortunate event.

As a widow, it was custom for Victoria to wait at least a year before re-marrying, but her parents had no other option but to allow her to marry Victor only two months after Lord Barkis' 'untimely' death. If they insisted on waiting a whole year, they would have been forced into the 'poor house' and neither Maudeline nor Finnis could fathom the thought of it.

Although they were now very much in love, Victor and Victoria were barely able to visit each other. It was 'improper' for a bride-to-be to become too friendly with the groom before the wedding. On the odd occasions that allowed for the Van Dort family to visit the Everglots for one reason or another – such as organising wedding rehearsals- they would spend scarce minutes together at the piano or in the garden. It was cool and a little gloomy outside at this time of year, but the weather bothered neither of them. They were just happy with each other's company.

The two months went painfully slow for Victoria and Victor. Finally when it came to the wedding day, there were more people at the wedding than there were at Victoria's first wedding, however it wasn't as extravagant as Victor's 'almost' wedding to Emily. Dressed in his best suit, Victor finally felt ready for this wedding. Before meeting Victoria, he had feared marriage. Before his almost marriage to Emily, he felt obligated though no longer feared being married. Now however he felt how he thought he should feel before his wedding. He was excited and pleasantly nervous.

Victor had been nervously pacing in his room for the past hour. He was ready to go an hour before he needed to be, which left him to wait out the 60 very long minutes before the ceremony.

Finally, when it was just about time to leave, Victor's parents bustled into his room.

"Oh Victor! This is your last chance; please don't muck it up again!" Victor's mother blurted as she hobbled forward to fuss around her son, her voluptuous body jiggling as she moved.

"Mother, I won't mess up this time. Mother please, stop it."

"Well you look like you've got rickets!"

"Come on dear, we don't want to be late for the reception!" William piped in, though he looked a little nervous. It was clear to see where Victor got his nervous habit to fiddle with his tie from. In moments of anxiety and stress, William too would fiddle with his tie.

Nell Van Dort seemed to catch something that Victor didn't, and ceased her efforts to tidy Victor up.

"No of course... Well I'll go make sure the carriage is ready. Where is Larhem? He's worse than Mayhew!" Nell cried as she left the room.

Victor stared after his mother quizzically. He had never seen her so easily dismissed like that before.

At the sound of his father's nervous cough, Victor turned back around to see his father, nervously clutching at his tie.

"What is it?" Victor asked suspiciously as he took a step forward towards his father.

"You're going to crease your tie." He added.

"Victor... as your father... there are some things..." William started, looking very uncomfortable.

"Yes, what is it?" Victor insisted. He was worried about what William was going to tell him, but if it was so important, he wanted it out of the way before the ceremony.

"Well... Victor... after today, you will no longer be a boy, but instead a man... and a man has certain... obligations he has to carry through." William began, while not looking at Victor. Victor gave a small nod, urging his father to carry on. "Yes, yes, like what?"

"On the night of the wedding.... or more so tonight..."

As William finished explaining, Victor gave his father a horrified look.

"You want me to do what? Certainly that is far too improper for a married couple!" Victor exclaimed, his hands finding his tie.

"It's all in your duty as a husband Victor. It's not as bad as it sounds, you'll see tonight."

"But how can I? She won't ever talk to me again! Why haven't you told me about this before?" Victor insisted. Just as he thought everything was about to go according to plan, his father unloads this burden on him. He had to admit he had a feeling that there was something that went on behind married couples' doors, but he had not visioned anything like what William had told him.

"Your grandfather told me the very same thing on my wedding day. It's a tradition. From father to son on the son's wedding day. You'll tell your son one day." William insisted nervously.

"William! Victor! We're going to be late!" came Nell's voice from downstairs.

"We're on our way dear!" William called back. Victor gaped at his father.

"Does it have to be tonight?" Victor asked. He had no intentions to spoil his and Victoria's first night as a married couple.

"Victor my boy, there is no better night than the wedding night. Get it over and done with. Don't worry; she'll be expecting the same thing. It's tradition to do it on the wedding night. There have been too many exceptions to the rules as it is Victor. You will do what is expected of you, if not for your sake, then for your mother's and my sake at least." William finished in his tone that told Victor that the discussion was over. Victor sighed and shook his head, which was now pounding with dread and fear.

"Come on now, your mother's waiting." William said finally as he left the room. Victor slapped his forehead with his palm as he took some hesitant steps towards the door.

"Just when things were going... well according to plan.." He sighed to himself as he slowly followed after his father.