"I'm never doing this again," Bash mumbles as he lays down on the leather sofa of the suit boutique, sunglasses over his eyes and arms crossed over his chest. He's probably hungover. "Getting married, I mean."

Francis chuckles, running his fingers through the various grey suits. Fifty shades of grey..., he thinks, biting his lip. "What looks good with burgundy?"

"Black suits, definitely," Leith says thoughtfully. "You want to look polished and grey will wash you out."

"Are you in love with him or something, Bayard," Julien asks jokingly before Leith chucks his water bottle at Julien. "But yeah, he's right. Your eyes are blue, the grey would probably drown you."

Francis grins and heads over to the black suits. His phone beeps with a text message and he checks it, chuckling when it's Mary detailing the morning she has with the ladies of his family, including Kenna (although, Kenna's now a part of his family from the shiny, new band around his brother's finger), Lola, Greer and their mothers despite how hungover they currently are.

"Bash, Remy?" Francis calls them for their opinions.

"I've always looked good in black," Bash mumbles, turning onto his back and seemingly drifting off.

"Yeah, because he was a broody arse before he met Kenna," Remy states to the other men's amusement. "Hey, did you see Rowan at the reception? Who invited her?"

Francis shrugs. "Probably my mother out of goodwill. None of us ever liked her but her parents are okay," he says before checking the black suits as most of them are in approval. He selects a tailed suit and pulls a face. "I'll look like a penguin and I'm already short enough!"

"Be glad Mary doesn't mind short guys," Bash mumbles, receiving a glare from Francis.

"Try it on," Leith tells him.

"Yeah, treat us like your bridesmaids and we'll gush as we select and reject the suits you try on," Julien teases him as he puts one leg over the other and claps enthusiastically as 'a woman would'. "Yas boy, that is so you!"

"Shut up," Francis says, laughing as he decides to try the next one instead. It's simple, blazer with a pair of slacks and a bowtie. It's simple and he thinks that is what he and Mary are going for. Simple.

But he double-checks just in case.

{To Ma Vie: Simple or No?}

{From Ma Vie: Go detailed. You'll look hotter and I'd like to rip it all of you on our wedding night slowly ;)}

Francis chokes and he blushes, looking up around to see if the guys noticed but they're busy trying to throw some bonbons into Bash's opened mouth as he sleeps.

He puts the suit back and retrieves a five-piece suit.

"Okay, I'm going into the changing room now!"

"Take your time, honey," Remy joins in on the teasing. "I'll find us some champagne, shall I? We could gossip and giggle."

Francis scoffs with a playful roll of his eyes. "I hate you guys..."

...

"So?"

Leith fans his face, trying to make himself cry. "I think this is the one, darling! God, I'm getting so emotional just... Wow!"

Francis rolls his eyes hard. "It's the first one I've tried."

"How do you feel in it?" Remy asks.

"Like a groom? You look like one! More so than Sebastian other there!" Julien cries out, pretending to wipe a tear from under his eye.

Francis glares at them. "Be serious. This is important, I want Mary to think I'm the most handsome man in the world when we see each other for the first time as she heads down the aisle."

Bash sits up, slides his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, and eyes Francis. "Francis, I think this could be an option. You look great, don't mind them."

Francis sighs in relief, being relieved to have such a brother in his life. "T-Thanks, Bash."

"Honestly though," Leith starts seriously. "You should have won 'France's Sexiest Man'."

"Okay," Francis laughs, blushing deeply. "Stop." His ego is being stroked despite the intense teasing and he grins before accepting another suit from the tailor and heading back into the changing rooms.

After trying on twenty suits, Francis narrows his choices down to four and they debate why each one is better than the other and then they're back to square one. Francis has felt tingles with two so he rejects two and then they argue over why the one is better than the other again.

"The shade is off," Bash says.

"It's a black suit! How can its shade be off?" Remy asks, incredulous as they compare the two choices. "Oh, I see."

Bash gives him a look. "You guys forget I'm the only one married here so far, and I've seen thousands of suits and tried them on," he tells them, pursing his lips together as he glances down at the two suits. "Right, the darker one would go amazing with a burgundy rose on the lapel although the other choice's collar is rimmed with velvet and the wedding is in Autumn..."

Francis sighs, leaning his head back. "I like them both."

"Get them both then," Julien mutters as he texts something.

Francis thumbs his chin, biting his lip as he stares down at the suits. The boutique does do custom orders so he could get the colour and lapel from the first choice and then add the rim from the second suit to make the perfect suit.

"Have you decided, Monsieur?" The tailor asks.

Francis nods, turning to him. "I'd like to take some details from both to make a custom suit. And I'd like it to be a five-piece but for my wonderful Best Man and groomsmen, they can have the four-piece."

"Very well," the tailor replies, writing it down. "Getting rid of the ties or the waistcoats?"

"Waistcoats," Francis says confidently.

The tailor nods happily. "We have a similar design somewhere that you could try on?"

"I'd like to!"

"And we'll need all of your measurements again," the tailor says before explaining further, "Velvet shrinks and we want to accommodate for every tug to make sure the suits fit splendidly."

Francis nods. "We don't mind," he says.

"As you wait, would you all like to have some cognac?"

Bash raises his brows. "I think my liver is still intact for one glass."

They end up having three each.

...

"I love you guys," Francis mumbles as they lounge on the grass of the estate, the wedding event long since cleared up during the day.

It's night and the girls are still wherever, partying it up and they'll go out tomorrow to try on some bridesmaid dresses. Francis feels like he hasn't seen Mary in years and last night wasn't enough to sate their need for each other so he makes sure she's still up for tonight as he bites his lip in thinking about her body and how much he loves it. Her face most especially, she's the most beautiful woman to ever walk Earth but he knows the men beside him would disagree but he can claim she is one of them.

"We love you too," Remy sighs wistfully. "I don't know about the others but I missed you and Bash when you left for England."

Francis smiles fondly. "I missed you guys too. It's been so lonely, with just Bash and even then, the arsehole's always in Kenna."

Bash hits Francis and then they're squabbling, making Remy, Julien and Leith laugh.

"You know what? I did not miss those," Julien says when Francis and Bash stop hitting each other breathlessly. "Just because you're older than us doesn't mean you can pick on-ow!"

"Shut up all of you," Bash mutters as his eyes close.

Francis laughs, swallowing hard. "Have you guys thought of moving to England with us?"

"My parents do have an apartment," Leith muses. "And... there's a girl."

"Greer," they all say.

"What, how?!"

Bash scoffs. "At the wedding shower, you looked like you wanted to jump her bones. And can I just say, how dare you for kissing my little sister?!"

Francis nods, turning to glare at Leith. "Thanks for letting us know about that."

Leith laughs. "Relax, Valoises," he says, smirking. "I told her that you guys were like brothers to me so she's ultimately like a little sister to me."

"Okay," Francis mumbles. "I hope you and Greer get together then."

"What about you two, twinsos?" Bash asks the other guys.

Remy sighs, sharing a glance with Julien. "We like Lola..."

"Easy, be a throuple."

"Ew!"

"Shut up, Bash," Julien mutters with a wry laugh.

Bash laughs, slapping Remy's chest as he's closer. "One of you will have to accept whoever she chooses. But think about it, you're identical so..."

"God," Francis mutters with a snort. "But then again, this is coming from the guy who's had threesomes."

"Don't knock it-"

"Until you try it," the rest finish. "We know."

"You're such a dog," Leith says lightly with a yawn. "What haven't you done?"

Bash shrugs. "We've done it all," he muses. "I guess you'd be open to trying new things with the one you love."

Francis turns to his brother, resting his head up with his wrist. "Once you said you'd never get married. Not even after however long you'd been with Rowan."

Bash stares down at his wedding ring. "Francis, it's the best feeling ever being married. It's been a full day and I still feel so happy and I know I'll never stop being happy with Kenna as my wife. You and Mary have that kind of love, the one when you'll wake up beside each other and just know what the other is thinking or feeling and you'll never tire of being with her. Even when you drive each other mad, you'd still be there to talk things through and never go to bed mad or at least without some sort of a ceasefire. Your world blends into her world and together, your world is brighter and better." He turns to Francis. "Never let her go. And hope she still loves you even after all the shit you put her through."

Francis smiles. "I won't," he promises before frowning a little. His brother is more emotional than usual. "You good?"

Bash nods tiredly. "Just hungover again," he mumbles, noting that the other guys have fallen asleep as it is past twelve in the morning now. He pulls Francis to his side and they fall asleep.