A/N: I didn't have much time to edit this one, so forgive me for any mistakes.
P.S. I totally ship Pete and Amanda.
"I can't tie this damn thing," Pete grumbles dropping the ends of his bowtie. "Fuck."
Myka smiles over at him. She applies the finishing touches to her makeup before walking over to him. He is standing in front of the full length mirror in Myka's bedroom, Amanda wanting their bedroom to herself to get prepared. Myka takes in his demeanor, eyes closed, jaw clenched, and hands balled into fists. She taps him on the shoulder getting his attention.
"Here," she smiles as he turns to face her. "Let me."
"Thanks," Pete sighs gratefully. It takes Myka a few minutes to get the tie tied properly on account of Pete's nervousness. His eyes are crinkled in a smile as he bounces on the balls of his feet. "I don't know why I'm so nervous," he admits turning back towards the mirror. He unnecessarily adjusts the tie, which Myka had done perfectly, then checks his cufflinks, and the cuffs of his dress shirt. "I've done this before…with Amanda…I mean, I was drunk last time, but…"
"You're nervous because you love her and you want it to work this time," Myka answers as she dusts lint off his shoulder. "You're worried that it'll turn out like last time."
"Yeah."
"But it won't," Myka assures him.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I know you. I may not have known you back then, but do know you now. You are an amazing man, Pete. You are going to be a wonderful husband. Amanda knows it, too. Do you really think that she would have said yes if she didn't?"
"Probably not."
"You've both grown, matured. You weren't ready back then, but you are now."
"Okay," Pete says nodding as he looks into the mirror. "What about the wedding though, Mykes? Her last one took place at a fricking castle. We're getting married in the backyard."
"Better than a Vegas wedding chapel," Myka smirks at him. When he doesn't crack a smile in return she brings her hand up to rest on his shoulder, patting it soothingly. "There is a difference between a drive-thru wedding chapel and a small, intimate ceremony. She had the big fairytale wedding. It didn't translate into a happy marriage. She loves you, Pete." He straightens his shoulders, taking a calming breath as he nods at Myka. "Besides, Helena and I got married in the backyard and it was the most beautiful wedding I could have imagined."
Both he and Myka gaze into the mirror, taking in their reflections. Myka smirks as Pete nervously straightens his lapel for the third time. He then looks at Myka's reflection, shaking his head with a smile.
"Would you ever have thought this would have been possible?" he asks. "Think back three years ago…"
"Do I have to?" Myka replies with a laugh.
"I'm serious," Pete chuckles too. "Three years ago…the lonely pit of despair we were both in. Actually contemplating hooking up because we didn't think we'd find anything better…"
"Don't remind me, please."
"And now look at us…" His smile widens as he stares at their reflections. "You're married to H.G., and I'm getting married to Amanda."
"Yeah," Myka answers glancing down at her wedding band. "It's absolutely perfect."
"Absolutely perfect," he repeats.
"Okay," Myka says as she turns back to face Pete. "Let's go get you hitched."
