A/n: I'm sure you're thinking, 'Ayushi you haven't updated Koisuru or even finished it and yet here you are again with a new story!?' But hear me out, this was written for Mimato Week 2021 on tumblr, and since the community decided to dedicate the whole year to this beautiful ship, I thought I might as well start posting these married life snippets somewhere!

It can easily be read as a future companion piece to Koisuru btw, if you got tired of the slow-burn, just come here for the domestic fluff lol.

1. Happily Ever After

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Dusk had already arrived and the sky had begun to paint itself violet as the sun slowly settled further down west and a faint, white silhouette of the moon appeared on the opposite side. The stars hadn't begun to shine just yet, but the sky still looked foreboding of something, so Yamato shifted his gaze upwards, and a lone snowflake trickled down, settling on the tip of his nose. The blond held back a sniff and wiped it away with a swift gesture of his hand. Snow in February, he chuckled lightly to himself, it wasn't a completely uncommon occurring, but of course it was happening today, of all days.

Still, the scene in front of him made him smile, Yamato could picture the look of joy that would settle on Mimi's face once she saw the snow fluttering down. The aisle that she would soon be walking down had already been covered with flower petals of every colour imaginable, that to a naked eye might seem like they had been thrown around at random, but Yamato knew just how carefully Sora had arranged each and every petal on that path. With the cerulean shine of the lake in front of which the altar stood, the beautiful white and golden chairs that took up the space on either side of the aisle, and the added glitter of the snowflakes, everything looked like exactly how Mimi had wanted it to be, like a scene out of the dozen or two wedding magazines stashed below her bed.

Yamato smiled out of habit, at the thought of seeing Mimi's reaction over the arrangements, and the anticipation over catching her infectious excitement as she would make her way towards him in a few minutes. He squared his shoulders and with the giddiness in his heart spreading through his whole being, he fixed his gaze at the spot from where Mimi was supposed to set to appear soon.

"You don't look nervous."

Jou's voice broke through his train of thought and Yamato turned slightly to raise a questioning eyebrow at his friend.

"Well, I thought you'd be nervous, that's all." Jou shrugged nonchalantly and Yamato grinned.

"To be honest, Jou, you look more nervous than me."

"Well I am! I still can't believe the two of you entrusted me with something so important, you do know me right?" Jou huffed, folding his arms across his chest and then unfolding them and resting them at his side a second later, anxiety radiating off of him from every direction. Yamato had to bite his lip in order to bury a loud laugh at the sight.

"Yes, we do know you. And that's why we know there's no one else better suited for the job."

Jou met his eyes for a brief moment, a glossy shine covering his onyx eyes, before he blinked and returned Yamato's smile as his posture relaxed, "Don't blame me if all you hear is croaking instead of 'you may now kiss the bride.'"

"Mimi is quiet fluent in Jou speak, so I'm sure we'll manage." Yamato replied without missing a beat, and humour returned to Jou's eyes as he shook his head.

A murmur passed through the guests seated on either side of the aisle and Yamato immediately turned his head, taking a deep breath he first relaxed his shoulders and then straightened them up again, the nervousness that Jou had mentioned slowly creeping into his veins as everyone around the venue settled down in silence and a very familiar tune began to play. And yet the feeling of finally standing here, about to embrace a new chapter in his life with the love of his life, was so excitingly overwhelming for him that a wide smile appeared automatically on his face as soon as the melody reached his ears.

In unison the guests turned towards the arch as the procession started, the first to appear were the ring-bearers, Takeru and Koushiro. As expected, his brother seemed to be enjoying his brief moment in the spotlight very much, with a bright grin on his face Takeru occasionally waved to the people he knew among the guests as he smoothly made his way towards the altar, almost making Yamato roll his eyes. Next to him, Koushiro looked like a bigger nervous mess than Jou as he walked almost robotically, with his arms stiffly pressed to his side and a look on his face that indicated all the nerves in his brain were focused on getting him to the altar without tripping on his own feet. Yamato made a mental note to share this with Mimi later, and of course, praise Koushiro for what a good job he did.

"I've told every photographer here to make sure they get a good set of photos of you crying," Takeru mumbled cheekily as he took his place at the altar and Yamato passed him a faint, almost invisible glare.

Next to appear were the Best Man and the Maid of Honour, and it took Yamato all his effort to keep from bursting out in laughter at the sight of Taichi and Sora, calmly walking down the aisle with their arms linked, when it was clear to him that they must've had a fight just moments before, with the way Sora's nostrils were flared and Taichi's eyebrows were almost furrowed into a frown. Still the two, managed to make it to the altar with an eerie sense of calm and normalcy surrounding them, for his sake, and his heart was filled with gratitude for both his best friends. Which of course didn't last long, as serene moments like these had always been rare when Taichi was concerned.

"Good luck, Yama. Can't wait for you to join me on the other side."

Taichi's statement was not missed by Sora as she shot him a look of warning before taking her place, while all the anger disappeared from her the very next second as she smiled warmly at Yamato and mouthed a silent good luck.

It was grounding, to see everyone he loved behave the way just as he had expected them to. Yamato really needed that he realised, because when Mimi finally appeared under the arch, he felt like the whole world around him had come to a screeching halt.

Mimi was beautiful, that was a fact that Yamato had never attempted to deny. From the moment that he had met her, he had always known and acknowledged that she was prettier than any other girl he had ever laid eyes on. But never had he imagined that there would come a day, where words like beautiful, pretty or gorgeous would fail to capture the brunette's appearance. He didn't even make an attempt to keep his jaw intact, it just moved on it's own and somewhere at the back of his mind he could hear a voice telling him to pull himself together, that Takeru would spend years shoving this photo in his face and laughing about it, but Yamato couldn't keep his jaw from falling to the ground the minute his eyes took in Mimi.

Her dress looked like it was made to be worn by her and her alone, the white satin hugged her figure snugly and somehow Yamato could feel the softness of it's fabric on his fingertips despite of her being so far away from him. It was a simple dress that stopped short just an inch above her ankles, to Yamato's surprise, it wasn't overloaded with lace or glitter, but rather the plain white satin held a subtle shimmery look that twinkled only when it caught some light. At the front, the dress's neckline was modestly v-shaped and left a lot to imagination, a complete contrast to the u-shaped backless curve, coupled with the thin spaghetti straps that showcased her lovely, willowy shoulders, the sight of which filled Yamato with an urge to run his fingers across them and trace his name all over her perfectly arched back the minute she was within his reach.

But it wasn't the fact that she had chosen the dress that would make him weak in the knees and a slave to her every movement, that had turned Yamato's heart beating like a drum, no it was the bouquet of pink lilies and red roses that Mimi held in her hands, and that instead of a typical veil she had chosen to braid blue and white roses into her hair in a pattern that reminded him of a certain fur cladded friend who couldn't be next to him today.

Yamato had often seen the dogeared pages in Mimi's favourite wedding magazines, on a few rare occasions she had even allowed him to peek at her personal diaries and scrapbooks, and what he had seen there was what he assumed was Mimi's ideal wedding. To a great extent, he had managed to give her just that, the decoration, the venue, even the tux he had gotten for himself had been based on what he had seen in her favourite magazine. In his head this day was supposed to be all about her, he would've been fine with just registering the marriage at the court, but from the minute the planning for the wedding had begun, Yamato had made it clear to everyone involved that it was Mimi's way or the high way. So naturally, he had been expecting her to walk out in a ballgown covered with lace patterns or glitter, just like what he had seen in the scrapbooks or the magazine photos.

Mimi, however, had decided to show him what really mattered to her today.

He mattered to her.

His feelings mattered to her. His expectations, his dreams, his hopes, everything he cared about was what she cared about.

He knew that there would be people who wouldn't be able to understand what it meant for Mimi to give up on her ideal, her dream that she had been planning since she was a little girl to make him happy, but Yamato understood. Today wasn't just about Mimi realising her school girl dream, it was about them finally starting their journey towards forever together.

Today was their wedding day.

Next to Mimi, her father Keisuke already had tears streaming down his face and Yamato couldn't blame him, never had Mimi looked so elegant, so enchanting that one look at her was enough to move anyone to tears. Her smile glowing with a brightness of thousand suns as her caramel eyes took in the snowfall, and when their eyes finally met across the aisle, there was a skip in her step and she picked up her pace, bringing a smile to Yamato's face as the pianist attempted to match the beat with her pace. Keisuke, too emotional to gather the strength to speak barely said a word to Yamato when they reached the altar, the blond was a little relived since he'd imagined the Tachikawa custom of giving away their daughters at the altar involved a lot of death threats and name-calling.

Finally, Mimi stood in front of him in all her beautiful glory, and despite being wary of the cameras and Takeru's hawk like eyes on him, Yamato allowed his eyes to water, knowing that the moment would slip away from him sooner than he would want it to and before he'd know it, this day would become a distant memory, refreshed only occasionally through photographs in forgotten frames and albums. He had to take it all in, even if it did move him to tears, he had to make sure that he would remember the curve of her lips when she looked at him, how some lone strands had fallen out of her hairdo and were now framing her face, how her cheeks were flushed as pink as the lilies she held in her hands and how her eyes too, shone with an unparalleled amount of brightness, filled with only love for him.

Jou's calm voice soon floated into his ears, and even though Yamato knew that their friend was standing next to him, it still felt like he and Mimi were just away in a world of their own, where no one could touch them, no one could pull them apart. The ceremony began and proceeded smoothly, but to Yamato most of it was a blur, slipping away from his mind's grasp at a speed that didn't allow him to savour how each moment felt. Would he remember how soft Mimi's hands felt when he slipped the ring onto her finger? Would he remember the breathtaking smile she fixed him with just before she uttered 'I do'? Would he remember the deafening cheer that surrounded them when he bent down and pressed his lips against hers?

There was no way to know whether he would be able to recall this moment, this scene, this feeling exactly the way it had happened some ten or twenty years down the line. But when Mimi took his hand in hers and they walked down the aisle together, not as two kids who happened to meet at a summer camp, but as husband and wife promising to spend the rest of their lives with each other, Yamato realised that maybe he wouldn't care if his memory faded in the years to come.

Their adventure had only just begun today, and many more blissful memories with Mimi awaited him on his journey until the very end.

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A/n: Reviews are always welcome and stay tuned for more such updates soon!