Title: 30 Day OTP Challenge – Bering and Wells
Day/Prompt: 26 – Getting Married
Rating: M/NSFW-ish?
Pairings: Bering and Wells
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If I didn't love her, I would have strangled her.

Let's get married in Colorado, my parents will be near, it will be amazing.

I rolled my eyes just thinking about it. Amazing is not the word I would use to describe this fiasco. No, the worst idea Myka ever had was a better descriptor.

From the moment we landed my grumbling started increasing, and I started grumbling when I had to do the laundry and pack. Her parents picked us up from the airport in spate cars, forcing me to ride with her father while she rode with her mother. Then we got to the house and I was informed, none to pleasantly, that I would be sleeping on the couch while Myka would sleep in her old room, in order to preserve Myka's virtue before the wedding. That whole concept made me double over with laughter until Myka kicked my shin rather hard, while her parents looked at me like I had lost my mind. But at that point I hadn't even begun to reach the crazy I was going to embrace over the next two weeks. Her parents had booked everything for us once Myka told them her plan to get married back home, but we still needed dresses, and oh how my wanting a dress as well was a sore point with the elder Berings.

"What do you mean you want to wear a dress as well Helena?" Her mother was staring at me with the unwavering gaze that Myka got when she was particularly displeased with Pete.

"I am from the vic-"

"It's fine mom. We will be gorgeous in dresses together." Myka said, elbowing me in the side.

"But you will clash honey." She responded, as if it was the most disastrous thing in the world.

I rolled my eyes again, the memory irritating me. Our children are never going to hear the end of this. Every time they make fun of something we do I am telling this damn story, until they are groaning, begging me "Please! Not again mummy". I smirked at that thought, if we could just get past this fiasco everything would go back to normal.

"Helena!" It was yelled from behind me, and I whipped around to see Myka standing in front of the book store looking for me frantically.

I sighed, walking back towards the book store, shoving my hands in my jean pockets. "What's wrong dear?"

"Mom is looking for you. Something about your dress not being traditional enough and you need to pick a new one." Myka explained, her apology written all over her face.

"Myka Ophelia Bering. I love you dearly, but I am seconds from killing your mother. Do you understand me?" I bit out, meaning every word of it. If her mother didn't let up I was going to kill the woman, and then we could run off to Las Vegas and be done with it.

I was not changing my dress. I had already paid for the damn thing, which if Myka ever found out how much I spent on my dress, well I didn't want to know what would happen, and then paid a little extra to have it dyed away from the virginal white it was when I picked it out. It was going to take an army to get me into the damn thing, but then a good Victorian dress should be like that. As I pushed past Myka to deal with her mother I wished even harder that this mess was over.

It was all worth it. Every moment that I wanted to rip her mother's throat out. Every moment that I wished her father would get off my back. Every snide remark from her sister, about how one of us had to wear the pants and Myka was far too womanly to do that. If only she knew her sisters favorite thing to do to me was fuck me from behind with a strap on.

But it was all worth it.

I waited at the end of the aisle, holding my breath, and when the doors opened and the wedding march played I thought for sure I was going to pass out.

Myka walked down the aisle on her father's arm in a dress that took my breath away. Our dresses were completely opposite of each other, and I suppose her mother had a point, we were going to clash with the differences, but I didn't care.

Where my dress was dyed a deep forest green with gold thread work, hers was white with a pink ribbon sitting on her waist. Where my skirt was puffed out hers hung straight down her legs in layers of lace. Our only similarity was the top, both of us forced into constricting corset tops.

She took my breath away, not that I had much of a breath left in the dress anyway.

She took her spot beside me and I felt tears prickling the edges of my eyes, begging to be shed.

When we finally kissed after we slid rings on each other's fingers, it was like the world shifted, settling into a comfortable place where everything was just right again. The tears dripped from the corners of my eyes, for the first time, they were tears of complete happiness.

We broke apart and held out hands up, linked together in front of everyone.

Linked together forever.

I was home, and I had found my family.