I know the music is usually listed at the end, but this song goes right at the beginning. "Dreamer" by Elizaveta for the wedding scene.

The wedding was small and breathtaking and beset by paparazzi, but still perfect. Even the non-related guests didn't ruin the day; Laurel was more than happy to sit next to Kyle, Lance wasn't scowling for once, and the Raymonds didn't make things awkward at all.

And Walter Steele made it just in time.

Ronnie was the flower "girl." His dad told him there was no need to wear a ribbon in his hair or toss the flowers in a girlish manner, but the advice was stubbornly ignored. Andy Jr. carried the rings down the aisle, trying his best not to laugh at Ronnie.

Felicity tried to be graceful as her father led her down the aisle. Her round belly preceded her hidden under a light, gauzy fabric. She felt like a great white whale, but everyone was looking at her like she was a princess. Or, you know, a queen.

Especially Oliver. That gorgeous smile of his was contagious, and when he looked at her she no longer felt fat or clumsy. Looking at him, you'd think she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Tears were already running down her cheeks when she reached him, her veil hiding what might soon be ruined makeup. His callused hand felt so strong holding hers, and she squeezed it reassuringly as the priest began. Then came the whole spiel: for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, blah, blah, blah—Couldn't they just say "I do" already? She wanted to kiss that handsome son of a bitch and get on with being married. Finally, they exchanged rings and he lifted the veil. After wiping away her tears, he kissed her. The resulting applause was almost drowned out by the sound of their mothers' sobbing.

The reception was held inside: dancing followed by dinner in the dining room. Thea had searched tirelessly for the perfect song for the happy couple's first dance. Aunt Debbie helped her find "To Be Loved" by Michael Bublé, a wonderfully sappy song that set the tone and made everyone smile. After a few songs, Ronnie and Andy Jr. went outside to throw rocks at the invading paparazzi; Kyle, Debbie, and Roy soon joined them. Oliver and Felicity waited a while before slipping away; they wanted time to themselves before the undoubtedly hectic dinner.

They retreated to the nursery, as was their custom now. The crib therein had not only held Oliver and Thea, but a few generations of Queens before them. The mahogany rocking chair was just as old. Two baby blankets—one blue and one pink—were draped over the back of the crib, each made by Raisa. One bore Oliver's name and the other Thea's, and soon there would be another that said "Robbie."

Oliver sat on the floor and Felicity lay on her side with her head in his lap.

And they played their game.

"He'll have your eyes." Felicity stated confidently.
Oliver shook his head, always disagreeing. "He'll have your poor eyesight."

"Did you shake your head? Why do you always shake your head? I really think he'll have your eyes. Anyway, he'll have your height."

Her new husband smiled. "He'll have your smarts."

"He'll have your stubbornness."

"He'll have your natural hair color because I hope to see it someday."

She giggled. "He'll have your smile."

"No, he'll have your smile."

"He'll do that weird duck face you do."

"I don't make a duck face. Ever."

"Yeah, you do."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "He'll have your awkwardness."

"I sure hope not. He'll have your charm."

"But I like your awkwardness. He'll have your ability to put up with me."

She laughed loudly at that. Then she placed Oliver's hand on her stomach. "Feel him kicking?"

"That will never stop feeling weird," he commented as her hand covered his. "Are you sure that doesn't hurt?"

"It's not too bad,"

"I can't wait to hold him." he blurted.

Felicity smiled dreamily. "He's gonna look so tiny in your arms."

"Tiny and pink and perfect," he said, finally leaning his head back against the wall.

"And he'll have your eyes." she said firmly.

Oliver chuckled. "Yeah, maybe he will."

Their fingers intertwined and Felicity started singing:

I've got you

Under my skin

I've got you

Deep in the heart of me…

That was really mushy, right? And short. Very short, I know. But it felt like the wedding chapter needed to be that short. For some reason.

Anyway, it'll start wrapping up soon. Three more chapters, I think. The next one will probably be longer.