The whole school shows up to their wedding, mostly uninvited. No one would miss an opportunity to witness the wedding between the Last Death Scythe and his Grigori Meister, it's widely considered to be a historic moment. Soul could care less. He's about to marry his best friend and soul mate, it doesn't really matter to him who watches. Liz, however, goes ballistic. Every detail has been meticulously planned, and they can't accommodate so many people. While Liz and his mother scheme together, he sneaks off. Wes catches him in the hallway and offers a sly wink, he'll keep everyone distracted. He follows the tug of the link to the room where Maka prepares. He knows he shouldn't peak, but it's far too tempting. He cracks open the door and pokes his head into the room. A hand immediately slaps over his eyes.
"You shouldn't be in here," she scolds.
"Couldn't resist, he offers a toothy grin. He blindly enters the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Her hand stays glued over his eyes, he hears fabric swishing as she moves with him. His desire to see her grows with each rustle of her long skirt, it takes all of his self control to prevent himself from pulling her hand from his eyes.
"How did you get away from Patty? I thought she was in charge of watching you."
"Liz is throwing a fit, she's more focused on keeping her sister from having an anxiety attack than she is from keeping me from you."
"Poor Liz. And you're only going to make it worse."
He digs his hands in his pocket and shrugs nonchalantly. "Worth it. Where's Tsu?"
"Other room. I felt you outside and I told her I'd deal with you." He can only guess what expression she's wearing, but he's sure she's not as displeased as she sounds. The stern voice is just for show.
He reaches forward with one hand until he makes contact with her stomach. He glides his hand across the lace covering her skin to her hip, around to her back and pulls her flush against him. She squeaks but her hand remains firm over his eyes.
"Deal with me how? Curious how you'll do it, especially if you keep covering my eyes. It's kinda kinky, didn't know I was into blind folds."
She gives a half hearted slap to his chest. "Shut up, nerd."
"Make me," he taunts knowing she won't back down.
He's a little startled when her lips press to his, but he doesn't hesitate to pull her closer. The constant pressure of her hand over his eyes, blocking his vision, excites him. He dimly realizes he's probably is actually into blind folds, but that's something they'll talk about later. He pulls his other hand from his pocket and places it on her hip, fingers skimming the airy material that drapes over her legs. She's worn a dress with the fabric before, what was it called? Chiffon? It's hard to think when her tongue is so talented. He traces up to her waist and feels where the fabric changes from chiffon to lace. The hand that holds her to him shifts up slightly, just enough to confirm his suspicions. The dress is backless. He caresses the scalloped edges where lace meets skin, he ventures further up to inspect the bodice of the gown when the door is kicked in. Maka yanks herself away but keeps her hand firmly in place.
"SOUL EVANS, I WILL KILL YOU," Liz roars. "PATTY RETRIEVE HIM!"
"Yes ma'am!" Soul is whirled away from Maka, he catches a quick glimpse of white before he's whisked from the room. Liz is really laying into Tsubaki for not keeping an eye on them. She shrieks when she sees Maka's lipstick is ruined, they'll have to delay another ten minutes to fix her!
Patty drags him away from the chaos, Black Star follows cackling. "Dude, I didn't even see you leave! You should've seen your moms face when she figured out you were gone! I thought she and Liz were gonna team up to kill you man." Patty starts giggling at the memory, and Soul laughs with her, enjoying the fact that none of his friends can do more than threaten him today, his wedding day has gifted him with a special immunity. He's practically invincible today. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in one of the mirrors that line that walls of the hallway. He's definitely wearing some of her light pink lipstick, and he's pretty sure he had his hair pulled back earlier. His fingers comb through his hair, trying to find the elastic that had been holding it back earlier, but no luck. Hopefully, someone had another one, otherwise his mom is gonna lose her shit.
Ten minutes later, when he's devoid of lipstick and his hair is safely secured in a new elastic band, he stands at the alter, waiting for his bride. The pianist plays the song Soul's been writing since their partnership started. It used to be her song, he had written it with her in mind, her courage, her sincerity, her kindness, but the more he composed, the more their lives became intermingled and it became their song. It was their courage. Their loyalty. Their love.
Maka appears in the doorway and Soul's heart swells with overwhelming joy. She looks ethereal. Hundreds of people turn to see the bride, but she only sees him. The smile that lights her face makes Soul feel at home. Spriit guides her down the aisle, he looks awkward and clumsy next to her as she floats. Fucking Black Star of all people breaks down first. Kid passes him a pack of travel tissues. Wes grabs a tissue from the pack and passes it to Soul. If Black Star can't keep it together, how the hell is he supposed to? He quickly dabs at his eyes before he steps down to take Maka's hand from Spirit.
The ceremony passes in a blur, their attention solely focused on each other. When it's time for them to kiss, he tells her to behave herself over the link. She threatens to dip him, but he beats her to it.
The reception is held at Kids manor, Black Star and Patty serve as body guards, only allowing those with invitation in. Soul loses the jacket and tie as soon as he can, it's far too warm for layers. Maka watches him roll up his shirt sleeves and casually suggests they find a secluded closet. Apparently his thing was blind folds, and her thing was disheveled formal wear. She´s been taunting him all day with her sexy backless gown, he´s more than eager to let her drag him to a closet, but it's damn near impossible to get away when you're the center of attention for the day. Soul doesn't mind, Black Star is persistent with clanking his knife against his glass to have the couple share a kiss. That ends fairly quickly though when Black Star realizes the couple has no issue with heated kisses in front of their guests. Maka and Spirit share a tearful father-daughter dance, and she dances once with her mother (who miraculously showed up), but opts to spend the rest of the night dancing in Souls arms.
Married life isn't much different for them. They're still busy as all hell. Maka teaches a few classes and Soul tags along occasionally for demonstrations and to help the younger weapons that struggle. He does side work for Kid, attending meetings and visiting other branches to check everything is running smoothly. They go on missions together, Maka insists they take ones that are further away so they have an excuse to travel more. Most of their missions are dealt with quickly, so they take every opportunity to treat themselves to mini-vacations. Kid doesn't reprimand them for abusing their status, they saved the world, they deserve to take an occasional break.
They start making plans. They move from their apartment to a three-bedroom house. Maka stops taking the pill. She decides that they should let things happen naturally. They won't panic if nothing happens, and they won't drive themselves crazy trying to force something to happen. He argues that having more sex wouldn't be such a bad thing. She agrees wholeheartedly.
At nearly four in the morning, she shoots up in bed with a gasp and startles Soul awake. His brain isn't fully functioning yet, but he senses her alarm. "What's wrong?"
"There's someone in the house," she whispers.
Soul's arm shifts into a blade on its own accord. "Stay here." He's about to jump from the bed to investigate when she grabs his shoulder to stop him. She glares at their bed, like she's trying look through the mattress and floor to see the intruder. Her eyes glaze over as she reaches with her soul perception to find traces of the third soul in the house. "Can you see where they are?"
Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. "They're in our room?"
His eyes shift to the door. It's closed. As are the windows. There's no way someone would have gotten in, and if someone had been hiding in their room when they had gone to bed, Maka would have noticed way earlier. His arm phases back into skin and he places a hand on her shoulder. "There's no one here. Is something wrong?" Her perception has never failed them before. She continues glaring at their bed. Focusing so hard he can feel her concentration. Something clicks and her gaze whips from the bed to his face, eyes wide. "Maka, you're starting to freak me out. Talk to me."
She gingerly takes his hand and places it against her stomach. She forces a small resonance with him so he can use her perception. He sees it. A faint flickering soul, growing inside her.
"Holy shit." He kneels and presses both hands to her stomach. The soul flickers rapidly with the pressure. No fucking way! If it wasn't for her perception, he wouldn't believe it.
"Holy shit" he looks to her face, shes smiling and crying and just as stunned as he is.
"Holy shit, " he repeats again before he cups her face and brings their lips together. He kisses away the tears that dot her cheeks before resting his forehead against hers. "We're gonna be parents," he breathes. She bites her lips to contain her excitement and nods vehemently.
She has to convince him to put his phone down. No one is gonna be happy to get a phone call at four in the morning. Well, her dad probably won´t mind, especially if he finds out he´s going to be a grandfather. Soul's too excited to sleep now, but she convinces him to try. She lays with her back pressed to him, his hands cradling her stomach.
For a moment, he´s overwhelmed with the realization of just how incredible his life turned out. He had once been afraid of this. Of intimacy and honesty. Of needing someone and being needed. Of new experiences and the unknown. He´s no longer the insecure, uncertain child that hid behind an apathetic, cool demeanor. Now, he's a death scythe, a husband, and soon a father. None of these things had once seemed attainable to him, but this is his reality. There´s nowhere he would rather be than here in bed with his meister in his arms, their child growing inside her.
He places a kiss to the top of her head.
¨I love you,¨ he whispers into her hair.
She hums and nestles closer to him.
I love you too.