After what seemed like an eternity the day finally came. The day that Peter and Aleisa would be wed…..again, but this time would be a little different. Wanting to keep the tradition of not seeing one another, the women opted for staying over at the Pevensie's house while the men stayed over at the Thompson's. That morning Aleisa was awoken bright and early, not that she could sleep much anyway. Mrs. Pevensie immediately set to work preparing her a hearty breakfast, claiming that she couldn't have the girl fainting from hunger as she walked up the aisle. Aleisa was grateful for the care, not having a mother figure around for some time. She wasn't quite as nervous as she was the first time they got married but she was nervous about having both of their families involved this time. Back in Narnia it had just been them and his siblings. Now it was so much more than that.
"Oh my dear you look so lovely!" Mrs. Pevensie gushed as she put some of the final pins into Aleisa's hair. She smiled at her soon to be mother in the mirror, admiring the small white pins that tied up the front of her hair so it was out of her face, leaving the rest in flowing waves.
"Thank you." Aleisa turned to hug the woman tightly. The older woman held her at arms length and smiled tearfully.
"I never thought I'd see the day my oldest baby got married. But I'm so thankful he had good sense to love someone as dear as you." She told Aleisa sincerely, holding her face in her hands. Aleisa smiled up at her, trying to keep her own emotions at bay.
"Thank you, I'm very happy that you accept me into your family." She confessed. Mrs. Pevensie chuckled.
"Hon, you have been a part of this family ever since Peter brought you home the first time. My children all adore you and think the world of you. And so do me and my husband." She assured. Aleisa chuckled, knowing full well why her children were so "suddenly" taken with her. After all that tends to happen when you've spent almost 20 years together.
"Now let's get you to the church so we can get that gorgeous dress on you and knock that boy off his feet." Mrs. Pevensie suggested with a grin.
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Across town Peter was staring out the window, where a quaint little church was visible from Aleisa's bedroom window. While planning the wedding, she had told him that ever since she was little she wanted to be married in that church, and so of course he had to make it come true.
"Now I hope that you aren't cheating and trying to catch a glimpse of her from that window…" A teasing voice trailed off from the doorway. Peter jumped and looked over at Mr. Thompson sheepishly as that had been part of his intention.
"Not exactly." Peter mumbled with a grin. The older man chuckled and walked over, leading him away from the window.
"For my sake don't do it. If she ever found out that I let you get away with that she would kill me." He told Peter seriously, causing the two men to chuckle.
"You ready for this son?" he asked, turning to face Peter seriously.
"I have never been more ready in my life." He answered just as serious. John smiled down at the younger man, proud that his daughter had chosen a good one.
"Glad to hear one of us is." The older man sighed with a chuckle.
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Peter stood at the altar of the chapel, fidgeting with his sleeves to try and subdue his nerves. Glancing around he spotted the small crowd that had been invited to their wedding. Of course his family was there, mostly in the wedding party along with a few cousins. Edmund, Cyrus and Richard stood as his groomsmen. For Aleisa, all she required was her father and her uncle Ross and family; having his sisters and her cousin Bethany as her bridesmaids. Due to the complexity of their first wedding, the two only wanted their close friends and families in a small church. In all honesty, it fit well with their lifestyle in England as neither one was too keen on fanciness. All they wanted was one another and that was more than enough.
"You fidget with those sleeves anymore; you'll tear it off." Edmund mumbled under his breath from behind him. Peter growled in annoyance and glared back at him.
"Touchy." Richard quipped, causing the other two to chuckle at Peter's expense. Peter shook his head, biting back a grin.
"Some friends you all are." He countered but they all froze at the sound of footsteps coming from the outside hallway. As the little piano in the corner was played, Peter watched all the girls slowly walking down the aisle but all he could do was stare at the door and wait for the one person to come through it. Finally, he caught a glimpse of his future father in law just before a vision in white appeared. Peter stared at the woman walking towards him. She was wearing a more casual, shorter and simpler white dress with a small veil; much different than what she wore the first time. However, he couldn't care less what she was wearing. As long as he got the woman inside for the rest of his life. Once she finally made it down to him all they could do was smile and stare at one another, the rush of getting married never got old. Standing before their loved ones and the minister they went through the motions, sticking with the traditional vows; all the while their original vows back in Narnia running through their minds.
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"Aleisa, that very first time I laid eyes on you I knew you were something special. Even before we met in Narnia. On that train in England, I met my soulmate. You are everything I have ever wanted and needed. You make me complete, and until I met you I didn't even realize how empty my life was. You have become my best friend, my right hand man, and the love of my life. No one could do what you do and I admire you every day for it. From the way that you are so kind and compassionate with the citizens of Narnia, to the fierceness in your eyes when you are on the battle field beside me. From here on out that is where I want you to be. Beside me. There is no other person I would ever want to be right by my side, in battle and in life. I love you so much, Aleisa. Much more than words can express. And from this day on I promise to be everything you need. Through sickness and health, through peace and war, and even through my stubbornness and stupidity, I promise to love you and cherish you until the day I die." During his whole speech, Peter never let his eyes wander from hers. By the end Aleisa was in tears. She couldn't help but smiled up at this man. All of the kind words he had just spoken had reached the depths of her heart. She cleared her throat and composed herself a bit before she began with her vows.
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"Peter, I can't even begin to describe how happy I am to be marrying you. You have given me more love than I deserve and have gone over and beyond anything I could have ever imagined my future husband to be. You are truly my perfect man. I never thought love at first sight was real until I laid eyes on you. I couldn't help but crave your company as we grew closer over the years. You were born to be a ruler and I admire that aspect about you. Your chivalry, and courage, and deep devotion to that which you hold dear to your heart. Narnia couldn't ask for a better leader and I couldn't ask for a better person to be with forever. I promise to strive to be the best wife I can to you and a loyal co-ruler. I couldn't think of anywhere else I would rather be than with you. Nothing can tear apart the love that we have for each other and no matter what the future will bring, whether it be good or bad, I promise to be true to you and to stand by your side for as long as I live." Aleisa told him with pure love shining in her eyes. Peter beamed down at her.
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"Now do you Peter Theodore Pevensie take, Aleisa Marie Thompson to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the minister asked, breaking them out of their trance.
"I do." Peter beamed down at Aleisa, nothing but joy and love shining in his eyes.
"And do you Aleisa Marie Thompson take Peter Theodore Pevensie to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." She grinned, blinking back her tears.
"I now pronounce you man and wife." The man said, but before he could continue Peter swooped in to kiss his wife, lifting her off her feet and sending her into a fit of giggles as their lips locked.
"…You may continue kissing your wife." The minister chuckled as he watched the young couple.
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After the reception Peter and Aleisa made their way home…..to their own personal house on the outskirts of town. At they strolled up the walkway, Peter paused to lean down and scoop up his wife into his arms. Aleisa let out a laugh as he walked her over the threshold of their house.
"How romantic, and cliché of you." She mused, causing Peter to roll his eyes.
"You're killing the mood dear." He scolded, silencing her with a kiss as she began giggling again. Aleisa hummed in contentment.
"I could get used to kisses like that." She commented breathlessly, running her nose along the length of his affectionately. Peter rose a brow.
"Well good because I plan on kissing you like that more often, Mrs. Pevensie." He told her pointedly. Gently setting her down he reached back to shut the front door behind him. Aleisa grinned, watching him appreciatively.
"What?" he asked curiously, seeing her gaze on him.
"Just thinking about how much I missed being married to you…being able to do anything I want with you." She told him coyly. Peter chuckled and sauntered over towards her before wrapping his arms around her waist, yanking her towards his chest. Aleisa yelped in surprise before smiling and holding his tie in her hands.
"And what would it be that you would like to do?" he asked, staring down at her with darkened eyes. It had been a while since he saw this side of Aleisa and he was loving it.
"Why don't we discuss it upstairs?" she suggested and ducked out from under his arms. Peter lunged for her but she quickly slipped out of her heels and darted up the stairs towards the master bedroom with her new husband chasing after her.