Victor fidgeted with his tie wildly as his father William patted him on the shoulder.
"You'll be alright, son, it's a perfectly fine and natural thing for married couples to do," William said with a wink.
"Father, what do you mean natural?!" Victor practically shouted. "T-that's absolutely h-horrifying! I c-can't do that, Victoria will hate me!"
"No, no, calm down, son," William reassured, placing his hands on Victor's arms to keep him grounded. "She's not going to hate you, I can guarantee you that!"
Victor stared at his smirking father and shook his head, terrified. He turned back to the washroom mirror and ran a hand through his hair while giving his tie a final adjustment.
"If you'll excuse me, F-father, I h-have to get to the c-church," Victor stuttered nervously. He turned and headed out the door, toward the stairs.
"Well, wait for me, Victor! You haven't forgotten your mother and I will be attending the wedding, have you?" William called after him.
Victor ignored him as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He stopped and took a deep breath. Calm down, he thought. Calm down. Think of Victoria. This is your wedding day. Think of how beautiful she's going to be.
The last thought set Victor's mind both at ease and worry at the same time.