Alfred didn't want to be here doing this.
Ok, he did.
Otherwise it never would have come up, and it's not like he hated the guy or anything. They had a special relationship after all. They were like...like...Homer and Bart Simpson. Yeah. That was good. Homer and Bart. Epic.
But Iggy had been a little mad at him for the past month or so. Said he was taking away his baby, or something like that.
Alfred wasn't going to point out that technically, he and Mattie didn't know whose babies they actually were, but they weren't Iggy's. He also wouldn't say anything about Francis being the one who had raised Mattie when he could have been considered a baby. And finally, he wasn't going to say a word about the fact that Mattie had been the one who proposed to him.
Iggy was there at the restaurant. He knew.
Iggy was there at the hospital. He KNEW.
He just chose to ignore it. Well, he was pretty drunk at the time, too. Maybe he just remembered it wrong?
Alfred almost wished he had someone else he could have considered a "father." He loved Iggy, of course. He was pretty sure Iggy loved him, too. It was just very clear that he loved Mattie more. Alfred couldn't blame him for that. Mattie was amazing. Anyone that didn't love him was an idiot.
The fact that half the time he forgot who he was in the past didn't mean anything, because he was trying hard to make up for it lately. Though, with Feliks dragging him around everywhere, and all the kids showing up, and having to plan things, the only time they had for each other the past month has been in bed. And Alaska has been having nightmares lately, so they couldn't even get that time alone.
He hated weddings. Everyone should have listened to him from the start, and they should've just gone to Vegas. No mess, no fuss, no nearly having a heart attack at the prospect of having to write out all those invitations alone. Sure, he forgave Mattie for that. He could have explained it better, but still. Really?
What it all came down to was that Mattie wanted a wedding. So, he'd do it. All of it. The invitations, letting Feliks and Toris drag him to the girly stores to pick flowers and cakes, that stupid dress...
Okay, so the dress wasn't stupid. In fact, the one Toris had picked out for him was quite nice. Somehow, it looked damned good on him. Must just be how awesome he was.
"ALFRED, YOU BLOODY GIT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" Well, Iggy was just in a wonderful mood, wasn't he?
"Hey Iggy! How's it going?" Arthur scowled.
"It was going fine until I had to spend the past five minutes trying to get your attention, when you're the fool who knocked on my door!"
Oh.
"Haha! Sorry about that Iggy, I was thinking about Mattie. You know how I get. So, uhm, I'll just make this quick. I'm sure we both have things to do...Will you walk me down the aisle in the wedding?"
Alfred blinked as the door slammed in his face then nodded a bit to himself.
That had to be a yes.
