Teddy recalled the day. The happiest day of his life? He didn't think so. His godfather had been his best man though he would have loved to have James there by his side. James who had refused to come. They hadn't spoken to each other since then.
Teddy remembered with a jolt in his stomach the wonderfully warm and fuzzy feeling. The passion he had never felt while being with Victoire.
Victoire - whom he had married. Today. What the hell had he been thinking?
Guilt overwhelmed him and with a pained expression he shifted his gaze to the wonderful girl lying next to him. Still in her bewitching Negligee. He had not been able to –. She understood. But she did not.
His thoughts had been with James, playing quidditch on Teddy's wedding day! Anger and hurt filled his torn soul.
He had stood there at the altar. Panic rising in his chest. But it had been too late then. He had felt Harry's watchful eyes in his back. He was only twenty-four and he was doomed. How pathetic he was, pitying himself when he was about to ruin this sweet girl's life!
All his life he had yearned to belong to this family. The Potter family with all it's love and affection. Now he did.