A/N: By far, this is my favorite chapter of the whole story, and it kind of just came to me. Nothing in this was preplanned like most my chapters, it kind of just happened as I wrote it. Enjoy some wedding sweetness and sex!

Anders wanted to get married as soon as possible. He was as excited as a child on their birthday. Telling our friends came as a shock to most, but they were all very supportive. We sent invitations out the very next day, our ceremony was to be two weeks after he proposed.

Three days before the wedding, I still hadn't picked out a dress. I planned to wear my usual fancy attire: a white blouse and fancy trousers. When I pulled them out for Orana to launder, Anders looked as if I had kicked him.

"You'll be getting married in that?" He sounded a little dejected.

"Is that a problem?"

"It's just..." he looked down at the floor, and then felt confident enough to walk over to me and take my hands in his. "I know you prefer practicality in your wardrobe, love, but it's not as if you're going to run off in a fight right after. Could you wear a dress for me? Please?" He gave me award winning "puppy dog" eyes, and my heart felt like it would burst.

"How can I resist that? Fine, I'll wear a dress. But nothing with ruffles!"

"Thank you, love." he pulled me into his arms and pressed his lips against mine softly. "And for the record, I think you would look lovely in ruffles. Ruffles all the way from your neck down to your toes. You should get the biggest, poofiest dress, so that someone will have to roll you down the aisle!" He had a glimmer in his eyes and I smacked his arm.

"You can be such an ass."

"I've told you three times already Merrill, no ruffles!" Merrill was holding up a dress the size of my estate.

"But it's so pretty!"

I brought Merrill and Aveline with me to the only fancy dress shop in Hightown. I was hoping they could be of assistance, but the way it was going I would have rather hanged myself than stay there any longer. Each dress they showed me was more hideous than the last.

"What's wrong with what you have on now?" Aveline asked.

"It's too itchy."

"Turn in it!" Merrill exclaimed, and I did so just to please her. She clapped her hands.

"What's with all the turning?" I asked her.

"It just looks like so much fun." she giggled, and I sighed.

"What about this Hawke?" Aveline asked, lifting another.

"It's too plain. And blue. I already said no to blue."

"But it is the traditional colour."

"Ah yes, the colour of purity. And just who do you think I'd be fooling?"

"I wore blue to both my weddings." An awkward silence fell through the room for a few moments, and Aveline scoffed.

"I'm sure you looked lovely in blue, Aveline." Merrill said, patting her on the arm. Aveline's face softened, and she smiled.

I started going through dress after dress, trying on all shapes and sizes, and nothing seemed to agree with me. I was about to give up and apologize to Anders for having to wear the blouse outfit, when suddenly I saw it.

It was a burgundy corset dress. The sleeves were separated from the shoulders, and flowing gold silk fell from the arms. I held it up, wide-eyed and smiling.

"I'd like to try this on." I told the tailor, and he lead me to a curtain to change. When I walked out, Aveline and Merrill's faces both lit up.

"You look beau-ti-ful" Merrill gushed, drawing out the words.

"That colour does bring out your eyes." Aveline said.

Merrill petted the sleeves, rubbing it to her face. "So soft too."

I stared into the mirror in the corner of the room. It was as if it was made specifically for me. It hugged every curve, every contour of my body in a flattering way. I turned and saw how the red and gold intertwined along the laces in the back. There were little beads and gems at the top. There wasn't a single thing I was displeased with about the dress.

"Can you turn again?" Merrill asked innocently.

"Merrill." Aveline rolled her eyes.

"I'll take it."

The day finally came. Anders stayed out of the bedroom the entire day, as that's where I was preparing. Our ceremony was being held in the backyard and my friends and family helped with the setup. Orana had been cooking since the night before. I stood in front of my mirror while Aveline and Merrill fixed my hair and smoothed my dress in place. There was a quick knock on the door, and Carver's head peaked around the corner.

"Everyone's seated outside now. We're ready whenever you are, Sister."

"See you out there." Aveline smiled, and her and Merrill left the room. Carver's gaze followed Merrill as she passed him.

I snickered. "Still have a thing for her, do you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right. Just like you didn't know what happened to Bethany's dollie."

"Hey, she shouldn't have left it on the floor. Wasn't my fault someone stepped on it and broke it." He grinned at me. It was so refreshing to see him smile. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen it. It was so long since I had seen my brother altogether.

"You look really nice, Marian."

"Just nice? Well then, I'd better stay in here an extra three hours and start all over again."

"You know what I mean. I've missed you, you know. And Mother, and Father, and Bethany. Gamlen can go suck an egg."

"I miss them too."

"I'm sorry you're stuck with me giving you away."

"Don't talk like that. You're the only real family I have left, asides from our uncle. I'm glad you came." I smiled, and gave my brother a big hug. He pulled away and his eyes were glistening.

"Aww, don't get all emotional on me!" I teased.

"Shut up. Let's get you married."

Carver walked me, arm in arm, all the way to the back entrance. It was just getting dark out, and there was a row of candles for us to walk in between that lead us to my groom. Orana played the lute.

As soon as we were in sight, everyone stood. It was a small gathering: Aveline, Donnic, Merrill, Varric, Bodahn, Sandal, Orana, Gamlen and Carver of course. I glanced ahead. I could see Anders standing with Varric, who was leading the ceremony. He was wearing new clothes; a crisp white shirt with full sleeves, which was layered with a navy blue vest that had silver buttons holding it shut. He had a tan belt with a silver buckle, attached to black trousers pleated on the sides with a pair of high shine boots. I saw Varric nudge him and Anders' hand went to his mouth.

He stood there in awe, watching me make my way closer to him. I could see how his eyes were teary, and he bit into his hand. He was not one for public displays of emotion, and seeing him look at me the way he was brought a lump in my own throat; I couldn't stop smiling like a damn fool.

After what seemed like forever, I reached him and held onto his hands, as Carver stepped off to the side. It took every ounce of will in me not to kiss him. He was tearing up and I began to shake. My hands trembled in his as I held back a sob.

"Easy, love. I'm right here." He whispered in my ear, and I had to wipe my eyes from the tears that threatened to fall.

"You two babies ready?" Varric teased, and we both laughed as we nodded.

We stood facing each other, Varric in front of us facing our guests.

"For some reason, these two wanted me to be the host tonight, Maker knows why. As we are all aware, the Chantry forbids mages from marrying, but I say to the Void with that nugshit. If two strangers who have never met can be allowed to marry because their folks arranged it, I see no reason why two people who are crazy about each other can't as well. Typically, at this moment, I'm supposed to ask for anyone who sees some reason for them not to be wed to speak out or forever hold their peace. But I say if you have a problem with Hawke's choice, you can shove it!" Varric added a nod to the last word and Anders just glared at him.

"Thank you for that, Varric."

"You knew what you were getting yourself into when you asked me to host, Blondie." he said with a chuckle. Anders turned his attention to me, and stared deeply into my eyes.

"My dear Marian, from the moment you stepped into my clinic, I knew you were going to be trouble. Little did I know that you would steal my heart. I spent three years tormenting myself with an unprofessed love, and when you finally convinced me that we should be together, you made me the happiest man in the world. I have spent three additional years here with you in our home. That is six years of my life I have spent loving you, and I will continue to devote myself to you until my dying day. We have been through hardships, yes, but we always come out on top. I will forever love you, Marian. If there's one thing I can promise you, it is that. I love you."

I felt my eyes water again, and I had to pull one hand out of his and wipe my eyes.

"How am I supposed to follow that?" Our friends all laughed and I shook my head, trying to keep my emotions at bay. Anders grabbed my hand again, which forced me to look into his eyes.

"Anders," I started, my voice already a little shaky. "I know that our relationship is anything but convenient. But that has never mattered to me. You are without a doubt the most kind hearted individual I have ever met. You've run a clinic for free these past six years, you've put yourself at risk to help those in need, and above all, you were able to make me see that love can get you through anything. When Mother died, and the baby...I never thought I would be able to feel joy again. You proved me wrong, my love, again and again. For that, I will always love and cherish you. Until my dying day."

Anders smiled when he heard me repeat the words he said in his own vows. He turned to Varric who was grinning from ear to ear.

"We need the rings now, Varric."

"Oh, right...right, the rings. Hold on." He reached into his pocket, and moved his hand frantically side to side. "I could have sworn I had them here a minute ago..."

"What?! Don't you dare tell me you lost them, dwarf!" Anders panicked.

"Gotcha!" Varric laughed, and pulled them out of his pocket. Anders sighed in relief, and my heart stopped racing. "Blondie, you should have seen the look on your face! It was priceless!"

Anders snatched my ring from him, and then gently slid it on my finger. I took his ring, and did the same. He smiled, beaming down at me. I'm sure I had the exact same look on my face.

"Well, are you two crazy kids going to kiss or what? We're dying over here."

As soon as Varric stopped talking, Anders leaned down and his lips were on mine. We kissed passionately, not caring that we had an audience. I could hear my brother groan, but I didn't even care. My hands went into his hair as I finally pulled away, and a single tear rolled down my cheek.

"I love you, wife."

"And I love you, husband."

Dinner and drinks were had, and after everyone was a little tipsy, Orana began to play music again. Anders took my hand and led us into a dance. He spun me around and I laughed, almost tripping over my dress.

"Careful! I'm not used to wearing such a thing." He leaned forward, lips against my ear, and I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Not to worry. Soon it will be at your feet." I blushed and he pulled away, a devilish look all over his face. From across the yard, I could see Carver fidgeting in front of Merrill. Suddenly, she nodded and jumped to her feet. Carver pulled her gently against him, and she began swaying in his arms. He stared down at her with adoration in his eyes. It brought me such happiness to see him like that.

"Think they'll be next?" Anders joked.

"It's taken Carver six years to gather the balls to ask her to dance. I somehow doubt that." I watched him twirl her around in his arms, and Merrill's giggles could be heard across the yard. "But they do look rather sweet together."

Anders eyes drifted over to a section of the garden we would sometimes visit and have a good cry. Where we buried little Malcolm. He exhaled, and I stroked his cheek.

"Let's not be sad tonight." I comforted him.

"I guess it was nice to have him here for the ceremony," he gave me a faint smile, and I brought my lips to his. My hands latched onto the back of his neck, and he groaned into my mouth. I pulled away and he had that look in his eyes I was so familiar with; he was thinking about getting me alone, and I couldn't wait.

The guests started to leave shortly after, and we said our goodbyes. I turned, and under one of the trees, I witnessed Carver and Merrill share their first kiss. She blushed furiously as she pulled away. He pressed his forehead against hers as he swiped the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip.

"Way to go, Juniour!" Varric hollered, and the two of them pulled away from each other.

"Let me walk you home. The Alienage isn't safe at night." He said to her as they strolled past us with the rest of the departing guests.

"Hands above the waist at all times, or you might find them tragically missing. You know how Bianca can get sometimes." Varric said, trailing behind them, no doubt to go back to his suite in Lowtown.

In our bedroom with the fire roaring, Anders unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, gazing at me as he did so. My eyes never left his. I pulled the sleeves to my dress down. His hand went to his hair tie, and he shook his hair loose, running his fingers through it, tossing the tie to the floor. Next, his shirt and vest were on the floor. He strode over to me with such confidence.

"Let me help you out of that dress, my bride." He stood behind me, unlacing the corset of my dress. His hands worked smoothly but torturously, savouring the moment. My breasts fell free as the dress pooled at my feet.

"Oh, thank the Maker! That thing was hard to breathe in." I gasped, and felt Anders hands cup my swollen breasts from behind. His lips went to my neck, kissing me tenderly. I turned around to face him, and let my hand trail down the line of hair past his navel and I gripped his erection through his trousers. I looked into his eyes playfully as I sank to my knees in front of him, beginning to unlace the strings. I pulled them down along with his smalls and his member bounced free. Looking into his honey eyes, I began to stroke him, and planted kisses up and down his shaft. He let out a breathy gasp as his eyes stayed glued to what I was doing.

"I love every bit of you, husband. Let me show you just how much." I brought the tip to my mouth and enclosed my lips around it, circling my tongue gently. I intended to tease him, sucking and licking as slowly as I could. I savoured his taste and his moans were music to my ears.

"Yes, love. More." he panted, and I decided to comply with his wishes. I took him fully into my mouth, and moved my head back and forth at a faster speed. My tongue flicked the sensitive slit each time I moved and his hands went into my hair.

He grabbed me by the shoulders, lifting me up and tossing me onto the bed. His body hovered over mine, kissing me fiercely as his hands trailed down my torso. His fingers hooked into my small clothes, and he pulled them off in one swift motion. His index finger circled over my tender nub and I sucked in a sharp breath. We held off from ravishing each other since the night after he proposed, and I found myself longing for him even more so than usual each passing night. Feeling his familiar caress made my whole body sing.

"You're already soaked, and I haven't even tasted you yet." he whispered into my ear, and I shuddered with anticipation. His tongue trailed over one nipple, flicking it and teasing it. His mouth sucked, making the bud erect. He moved on to the other, savoring it the same way as two of his fingers entered my core. He moved them in and out, as his thumb grazed my nub. My hips began to buck involuntarily. I needed to feel more of him.

He chuckled, as he moved lower and his face was in between my legs. His kissed my thighs, slowly, and I couldn't help but groan.

"I need more." I whined, and as soon as I spoke, his tongue eased past my lips. In quick motions, he licked at the bundle of nerves in between my legs. Each flick felt more incredible than the previous one, and I grabbed the sheets hard. His saliva mixed in with my juices. I could hear the wet sounds of his digits moving in and out of me. My fingers moved to his loose hair, and I pushed him further into my mound.

"Anders." I moaned loudly, as he entered a third finger to his ministrations. I felt so full, and yet I needed more. I needed him inside me, and waiting any longer just would not do. "Make love to me."

"Not until you cum." He said right before diving back into me. His tongue swirled up and down on my nub, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to bliss. The vibration of electric waves spread throughout my core, as he used some of his magic to bring me to the edge. I cried out, feeling the walls of my center grip and squeeze around his fingers that were moving in and out of me. I thrashed and moaned on the bed, subsiding to the intense ecstasy. My breath started to slow, as I felt my body coming back down. Anders leaned over me, and began to kiss me again. I could taste myself on him. It made me want him more. He looked down at me with adoration.

"Are you ready to make love together for the first time as man and wife?" I looked up at him and smiled.

"Almost. I need to say something first." I had been thinking since he proposed, and tonight as we danced under the stars, I made up my mind. "I'm not going to take the contraception anymore."

He looked a little stunned. "You mean...?"

"I want to try for another baby. I love you, Anders."

"Oh, love." he sighed, plunging into me with a deep thrust.

"Anders!" I called out. He began to snap his hips into mine, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He watched my face as he made love to me, our eyes never leaving each other. I could feel my muscles contracting around him, squeezing him tightly. His pace accelerated, pumping in and out of me harder. My nails dug into his back as I cried out his name again.

Anders pulled out, and lay on his back. He grabbed hold of me so I was laying on top of him, facing the ceiling. With a firm hand he grabbed his erection, and pushed it back into my entrance. My head lay on the pillow, his breath by my ear.

"Maker, I will never tire of this. You're so tight, love." he whispered. One of his hands scaled down my body and he began to massage my clit as he bucked in and out of me. I was getting close again, the way the tip of his member hit against me in this angle, there was no way I could outlast him.

"I'm going to cum." I called out.

"Yes, cum for me." he moaned, as I fell apart. I could feel my walls tighten around him. Anders grabbed my hips and bucked into me wildly until I heard his breaths become ragged and he spilled his seed deep inside of my womb.

I let myself slide off of him so he could catch his breath, and I snuggled into his strong arms. He turned over and kissed me, stroking my dark locks off of my wet forehead.

"You are my dream come true. I hope you realise that," he professed.

"And you are mine."

When I finally got out of bed late the next afternoon, I walked down the stairs to prepare us some lunch. I saw two new letters on my desk, and decided to give them a quick read. Right away I recognised both handwriting. I opened the first.

Hawke,

I ran into the dwarf late last night. I heard you looked even more stunning than ever, although I doubt that is possible. I wish you the best of luck. I hope you will be happy.

Fenris

A smile came across my face. Not a single spelling error, he had come such a long way. I hoped his letters would continue when he did move, as he promised. The next letter was from Isabela.

Dearest Hawke,

Okay, I know, that sounded tacky. I just wanted to say I am sorry for what I said about Anders. I didn't mean it. I hope you can accept my apology. If you do, I have a little wedding present for the two of you. As you may have heard, I have a new ship now, and she is a beauty. I know you can't get away for long, but the two of you deserve at least a day apart from the madness that is Kirkwall. Come to the docks. I will take you and your new husband for a romantic getaway, a honeymoon of sorts. There's nothing like the sea to set the mood.

P.S. I heard about Carver and Merrill. I almost can't believe it. About time that girl got some! Sorry, I know, you probably don't want to hear that about your brother. Shutting up now.

Much love,

Isabela

As much as I still wanted to hate her, I couldn't. She was just as human as anyone else, and I believed that she was truly sorry. I felt Anders' hands wrap around my stomach, and I turned to face him.

"Hey, what do you think about the sea?"