Rating: marriage, mentions of financial planning, being a house-owner and legal benefits of marriage. Mature themes, in other words.

"Rogntudjuu, I can't believe we are late."

"Phuh, it's not like they can start without us!"

How had it come to this?

Them making their way towards their wedding in the trashcan that Gaston kept calling a car.

Prunelle had made one plan after one another, and all of those seemingly fool-proof contingency plans had crashed and burned one after another.

Why had Gaston insisted on getting married on the countryside anyway?

No, that had been an obvious choice.

Prunelle hadn't really thought of his wedding apart from some vague images of some church probably. But after Gaston had shown him the ruins of a church from the middle age surrounded by the trees that seemed to separate it from the rest of the world, it had been very difficult NOT to imagine the ceremony taking place there, even if he could come up with many reasons why it was a horrible idea.

His biggest concern being that the church had no roof, and it would be just his luck if it started raining middle of the ceremony, but at least that didn't seem to be a problem.

No, the couple would just be absent.

Prunelle reached for a pack of cigarettes.

He spotted the look his groom gave him. "Please don't, Gaston. It has been a while since the last one, and I really need this."

"Open the window at least."

Prunelle did so, even if there already was an ever-present draft blowing through the car.

He wasn't sure why he was this nervous. Apart from the obvious, but that was the sort of constant layer of anxiety he had gotten used to when dealing with anything related to this wheeled metal bucket Gaston still insisted on driving a lot of the time despite their other car being vastly more reliable.

Usually reliable, anyway. Of course it had decided to malfunction today.

He took a deep breath of his cigarette, happy that he had had the foresight to stash the package in the clove-department, anticipating that one of those times when he just needed to relapse back to his old bad habits would happen most likely in conjunction with this 'car'.

Yes, most of his anxiety should be over whether they made it in time.

It's not like this would even change anything in practice.

They already lived together, and did all the things married couples did, neither one would even change their last name. (Despite Gaston's attempts to convince him that 'Léon Lagaffe' had a nice ring to it.)

There were the legal benefits, but all that really would change in their day-to-day life was that he'd have to introduce Gaston as his husband.

There was that odd feeling to his stomach again.

He wasn't getting cold feet, was he?

Having some irrational doubts over becoming a married man?

No, that wasn't it. He had no trouble imagining himself married, a house-owner, a responsible adult...

His gaze wandered to the younger man, and he suddenly knew what that odd feeling was.

He might not have any problem imagining himself getting married and living a stable boring normal middle-class life.

But all that didn't seem to fit with Gaston.

Prunelle realized there was a reason it had been Gaston who had proposed.

He just wouldn't have thought of it.

Because even after all these years, he had kept thinking that Gaston was, in some fundamental level, immature.

"Léon?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay? You seemed a bit..."

"No, I was just thinking."

But that had been wrong, hadn't it?

He had grown up. The boy that had clung to adolescence and even childhood and steamrolled through life oblivious to the feelings of those around him had started paying attention to people around him even when it was uncomfortable.

Instead of shrugging responsibility on others when it didn't suit him and just assuming someone (most likely Prunelle) would take care of everything, he had started to take into account how other people had their own lives.

And he had started dating, moved together with his boyfriend, and was now getting married...

But Léon had been so in love with just the idea of being the mature one in the relationship he had ended up avoiding or the very least not pursuing all those things. Because if he wasn't sure if he was ready for them, how could Gaston possibly be?

So it had been Gaston who had taken almost all of those difficult steps. It had been Gaston who had initiated the relationship, who had first suggested they'd move together, the one who had proposed...

And really, now that Prunelle was thinking about it, Gaston had been dropping hints he'd like to have children for a while now.

Hints which Léon had ignored, thinking Gaston wouldn't be ready for that kind of responsibility, not yet.

But that wasn't true. Gaston was great with kids, had always been, and he really would make a great father.

It was himself he was uncertain about.

And he realized that Gaston, with his pets and odd habits and idealism and experiments had grown up more than he had. In some ways at least. There was a reason Léon did their financial planning.

The so-called car stopped.

"See? We're here. And practically not even late."

"Gaston."

"Mmhuh?"

Léon had no idea how to put his realization into words.

Not by telling him he'd like to have kids, that was the kind of conversation they should have when they weren't running late from their own wedding.

"I love you."

"Yeah, I know. You are going to marry me."

Léon returned his smile.

"Yeah, I am."

A/N: It's not like I've paid much thought to weddings either, but the church my parents got married is very nice, from historical point of view if nothing else, so I just used it here.