A/N: Even more Canako. .w. I feel addicted. XD
Always wanted to write a serious wedding fic... I got scared halfway in the bedroom scene so that's why it cuts off... Leave me alone!
Matthew means "gift of God" in Hebrew... I think. It's my little brothers name so I should know this... XD
What's this? Gilbert's going to be a dad? God help us all.
I disclaim everything/yur mom.
On December 25, 2012, Matilda Williams was married to Gilbert Beilschmidt.
The white clad beauty had tears streaming down her bright face as her adoptive father, Arthur Kirkland, led her down the aisle, arm in arm. The British man walked stiffly next to her, after the little flower girl throwing rose petals at the pews.
On the altar, Matilda's bridesmaids were waiting for her to end her walk. Lillian was standing in front, the shortest one, the second tallest was Kat, and the third was Katyusha. The three women were smiling as wide as they could, happy that their shy and quiet friend was being married. On the other side, Matilda's twin brother, Alfred, was standing; the best man. On his left were also Vash, Roderich, and Yong-Soo. And to Alfred's right was Matilda's husband-to-be, Gilbert.
Arthur walked her to the end of the aisle, tried to wipe her errant curl out of her face, gave her a kiss on her cheek, and sat down in the front row, dabbing his eyes. His partner, Francis, held his shoulders. The Frenchman smiled at his daughter.
Matilda walked up the three steps and the music ended.
"We gather here today, to join the lives of Gilbert Beilschmidt and Matilda Williams."
Gilbert's brother's boyfriend, Feliciano, threw rice on the newlywed couple as they jogged out of the cathedral. The short, white limo waiting outside for them was decked with paper ribbons and painted with pink and baby blue.
The limo drove off with the new couple as their joined families and friends waved them off.
Gilbert smiled and kissed Matilda once more. "I'm so excited, birdie! And you look completely awesome!"
"Thanks, Gil. And so do you." Matilda smiled with a blush. She kicked off her white heels and slid in her seat to rest her head in Gilbert's lap while he began running his hand through her blonde hair. "It's official," she sighed happily.
"Yeah. You're brother can't get rid of me, now."
The limo dropped them off at their home. Matilda didn't want to go somewhere fancy, just wanting to go home and enjoy her-their new life.
Gilbert carried her bridal-style (no pun intended) through the threshold and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. Matilda began giggling, excited for so many reasons.
"Is that supposed to be sensual?" Gilbert asked as he helped her out of the dress. Underneath she wore a slip, along with stockings. Gilbert untied his tie and pulled off his tuxedo.
"Only if you want it to be."
Even though he had taken off the stuffy suit, Gilbert grew hot. He looked at Matilda, kneeling on the bed in her white, almost see-through slip. He kicked his shoes off and crawled on the bed, on top of her.
"I will." Gilbert kissed her, running his hand over her stomach. He knew she wanted a child. It was her dream, but she had made it clear to Gilbert that she would be abstinent until married.
Matilda looked up, face dusted with a slight blush. Her curl was bouncing erratically. Gilbert took hold of it and pulled slightly. She gasped and shuddered, rubbing her feet together.
"A-Ah, Gil." She squirmed under him more as he pulled her curl again.
"Sorry, birdie, but your hair is too cute." He leant down to kiss her again.
The next morning, Gilbert woke up to the smell of pancakes. He drifted down the stairs to the kitchen where Matilda was making the last batch of homemade pancakes.
"Mmm, birdie~ I love your pancakes!" Gilbert nipped her ear, but that only warranted him a spatula to the face.
"You scared me, Gil." Matilda said with an apology.
"Yeah. I don't want to see that while I'm here." Gilbert turned around to see Alfred and Yong-Soo. He furrowed his brow. Why where they here?
"Oh. I also invited Alfred and Yong-Soo and our dads and Ludwig and Feli and everyone for breakfast." Matilda said as she carried the plate of pancakes into the dining room. There were two other plates full already sitting there. "Kat and Lillian couldn't come though so it's just Katyusha and Eric and Zeke and maybe Wy."
Arthur and Francis were sitting at the table already. The Frenchman had his hands folded in his lap – not roaming towards Arthur, no~.
"Ah, ma belle~ 'ow was your first day of being married?"
"It was very nice, Papa. Gilbert and I-"
Alfred slapped his hand over Matilda's mouth. "We don't want to hear it, sis."
Matilda pried his hand off. "I wasn't going to say something like that, Alfred. You so perverted." Yong-Soo snickered. "And you are too, mister."
Gilbert snickered too and began helping himself to pancakes. "You're supposed to wait for everyone else, Gil." Matilda scolded though she let him eat his breakfast anyways.
One sunny morning in April, the snow finally having melted off the ground. Matilda Beilschmidt found herself hunched over the toilet bowl in the connected bathroom, throwing up the dinner she had eaten the night before.
Her stomach was swollen just a bit, but she knew why. Gilbert knew too. They were going to have a baby in only a few months.
She heaved again and squirmed at the smell emanating from the bowl before flushing it. Gilbert walked in then, carrying a glass of warm water for her to wash her mouth out with.
"I'm sorry, birdie." He didn't really know what he was apologizing for; it just felt like he needed to say it. "Do you want me to stay home today?" Gilbert rubbed her back as she sat back to rest a minute.
"N-No. I'll be fine. It's just morning sickness. Nothing I can't handle." Matilda gave a brave smile and stood up to go lay back down in their bedroom. "I am a bit tired, though. Could you heat up some soup before you go, though?" Gilbert nodded and went down stairs to get the soup.
Kumajirou, their new kitten, stalked in then and jumped on to the bed. He gave a small meow, cat talk for "I'm here!" and curled up next to Matilda. She stroked the cat's fur and reveled in his purring. Kumajirou gave another meow, this time meaning "I love you" in cat language.
Matilda giggled. "You're such a cute, kitty." She scratched under his chin and the cat meowed happily. Gilbert came back in then, a bowl of tomato soup and crackers on a tray in hand.
"I have to go now, before I'm late, but call me if you need anything." Gilbert stressed 'anything' as much as he could. He kissed her goodbye and ran back down the stairs, grabbing his keys and prayed that there wasn't much traffic.
"He looks exactly like you," Gilbert said. His voice was soft as he cooed at the small baby boy. He was blonde and had the most brilliant purple eyes, just like his mother.
Matilda held her baby in her arms. "He's perfect."
Her doctor walked in then. "Do you have a name for him?"
"Matthew," Matilda said. "Because he is a gift from God."