Patsy shoved the garage door open with a grunt. She didn't remember the last time she had come here, and it appeared the hinges had rusted slightly. The door rose up completely and the ginger flicked the light on, her eyes scanning over piles of boxes from before their move to their current flat.

"Jeez, mum, look at this stuff," Ellie said, shifting through some of it.

"Look for the crib," Patsy said, trying to redirect her daughter's attention to the task at hand. Delia had stayed at the hospital with the boy, whose name was Trevon.

"What's this?" Ellie asked in a suspicious tone, holding up a dusty off-white photo album. The ginger's jaw dropped as she completely forgot about the crib and stepped forward and yanked the album out of Ellie's hands.

"I'd forgotten about this," Patsy murmured softly, opening it and flicking through it.

"But what IS it?" Ellie demanded, peering over Patsy's shoulder.

"Our wedding pictures."

*Flashback*

Patsy fidgeted as Trixie ran a brush through her hair.

"Oh, will you stop?" the blonde asked hotly.

"Sorry," Patsy mumbled.

For the umpteenth time, Patsy glanced at her phone but it showed no new notifications.

"Patsy, she's fine, she made it to her hair appointment alright," Trixie chortled, "I literally walked in there with her."

Patsy nodded, resulting in Trixie's hands holding her head still forcefully. A sheepish smile touched the ginger's lips.

"I swear, I've never seen you this jumpy," Trixie chortled, resuming her brushing.

"You would be too," Patsy snapped defensively, drawing a laugh from the other.

Patsy sighed and began to pluck at the button down shirt she was wearing to make for an easy way to get dressed. She heard the door open and glanced into the mirror to see Barbara slipping into the room… as gracefully as a seven-month pregnant woman could.

"Oh, Babs, please tell me you have the picture," Trixie said.

The other woman flashed Patsy a smile in the mirror before bringing up a photo and showing it to the blonde.

"Oh, YES," Trixie purred, running her fingers through Patsy's hair with relish, "Patsy, you are going to look so good with that up-do."

"Let me see," Patsy begged for the thousandth time, though Trixie vigorously shook her head no.

"Nope, it's supposed to be a surprise."

"I swear, if you make me look ridiculous…" Patsy began reproachfully.

"Pats! You are going to look nothing but sexy!" Trixie said, offended.

The ginger huffed and slunk down in her chair.

"Wedding nerves?" Barbara asked sympathetically. Patsy spared the woman a glare.

"Ooh, Barbara, take some pictures so we won't forget how anxious our lovely Patsy is right now!" Trixie squealed delightfully, plugging in a hair curler. Despite Patsy's yells of protest, Barbara discreetly snapped some pics.

"You…you wore a tux?" Ellie asked in shock, flicking through the album as Patsy rummaged around for the crib.

"Yes, I did," Patsy responded, almost defensively, "Why?"

"Nothing, I just… That's gutsy, I like it," Ellie said hurriedly. Patsy eyed her warily before returning to her search.

*Flash Back*

"You…I just…oh, Pats," Trixie murmured softly, as Patsy emerged from the bathroom, tucking her dress shirt into her pants.

"Does it look okay?" Patsy fretted, reaching for her tie with trembling hands.

"You look gorgeous, Patsy, stop worrying about it," Trixie gushed, taking the tie and wrapping it around her friend's popped collar.

"She's going to love it," Barbara soothed before glancing at her phone.

"How much longer do we have?" Patsy demanded shrilly.

"An hour and a half, do calm down," Trixie chortled, tying the tie and pushing it snugly against Patsy's throat, "There you go."

"Okay, okay…erm…jacket," Patsy muttered, turning around and plucking the garment off the clothes rack.

She swept it on smoothly before straightening it while Trixie and Barbara shared a knowing look.

"Now all we need is theme music and you'd be playing James Bond," Trixie approved, smoothing down the back of Patsy's collar.

Patsy didn't respond, an anxious look coming over her.

Just then a soft knock echoed in the room and all three women jumped. Barbara answered the door.

"Oh, Mrs. Busby!" Barbara exclaimed, opening the door wider, "It's good to see you! Patsy is jumping out of her skin waiting for an update."

The ginger turned and the room grew tense as the older woman and she held each other's gaze.

Mrs. Busby's eyes trailed over Patsy's attire before she seemed to approve of it with a sniff.

"Delia is dressed and they are doing some last minute touches on her makeup," Mrs. Busby said, referring to the group of Welsh women who had adamantly insisted on helping their fellow relative get prepared for her wedding.

Patsy found herself both sighing a breath of relief and tensing up as the clock ticked closer to show time.

The older woman shuffled her feet and glanced down at a small box in her hands. After a moment, she looked up and extended it towards the ginger as the other two women backed up, realizing that this was between the future in-laws.

"Cariad," Mrs. Busby said meaningfully, having never referred to Patsy as that, "Delia's father told me what you chose to wear, and showed me a picture of it when you two picked it out." (Indeed, Mr. Busby was a huge teddy bear who openly doted on his daughter and her lesbian lover. At the chance to assist Patsy and bond with his future daughter-in-law, he had eagerly agreed to take her to a formal tux place and pick out the fabrics and deal with any condescending remarks towards the ginger).

"We wanted to get you a little wedding present that you could use, and…well…we purchased these to go with your outfit."

Eyeing Mrs. Busby carefully, Patsy accepted the box and cracked it open.

Inside were a pair of cufflinks, made of gold with glistening emeralds set in the middle.

Patsy felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mrs. Busby, I…thank you so much, you shouldn't have," Patsy whispered hoarsely. Mrs. Busby nodded, accepting Patsy's words as an appropriate thank you.

"Take care of my daughter, cariad," she said in a low tone.

"Always," Patsy breathed.

"Aw, you two look so cute together!" Ellie squealed gleefully. Patsy paused to glance over at her daughter, who leaned over the album, the book inches from her nose.

"Mum…were you…did you CRY?!" Ellie demanded as she flipped the page over and gaped at a photo.

"Give me that!" Patsy snapped.

Before Patsy knew it, she stood before the aisle, her mind going blank as her mouth ran dry.

The church was packed.

The ginger jerked when she felt a light touch on her shoulder. Looking down, her eyes met with Sister Julienne's, who gazed at her serenely.

"Are you ready, Ms. Mount?" the nun asked softly.

"Of course, Sister," Patsy said with a watery smile, offering her elbow towards the nun. Sister Julienne took it and the music started, causing everyone to jump to their feet as Sister Julienne escorted Patsy to the altar.

"I was shaking so bad," Patsy commented, sitting on a box as Ellie turned the page.

Ellie snorted, her fingers brushing over the pictures reverently.

*Flash Back*

Patsy's heart leapt in her throat when the bridal march started again.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she exhaled through her nose slowly, trying to calm herself. She heard the coos and the soft exclamations, and she had to fight with every part of her being to not turn around.

She glanced at Trixie, who appeared dumbstruck.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and twisted around.

"Mam looks so pretty in that dress," Ellie commented idly, pointing at a picture.

"She was stunning," Patsy said indignantly.

Patsy's heart stopped beating.

For a moment she thought she had died and gone to heaven.

Delia looked radiant, happiness oozing off of her in waves as she smiled softly at relatives in the crowd. The dress was absolutely elegant, clinging to her form and without straps, showing off the brunette's striking shoulders. The brunette walked in step with a beaming, red-faced father, who seemed bursting with pride as he escorted her towards the altar. She held a bouquet of white lilies and roses and through her veil, she spotted Patsy looking at her.

Her smile widened, growing across her face as her dimples deepened on her cheeks.

When Patsy managed to breathe again, it was when Delia drew up beside her when the organ stopped, and the brunette handed her bouquet to Barbara beside her. Delia then turned to Patsy expectantly, and with trembling hands the ginger reverently lifted up her veil.

Delia clasped the others hands and squeezed tightly.

"Well hello," Patsy whispered hoarsely.

"Hello," Delia murmured back, eyes shining.

"Oh, mum, you were crying," Ellie cooed in a gentler tone than before.

"I always cry at weddings," Patsy sniffed.

*Flash Back*

Patsy didn't know when, but she felt wetness on her cheeks as she stared down at Delia, her beautiful, radiant Delia.

The vicar was speaking, but all Patsy was focused on was how Delia reassuringly rubbed her thumb over her knuckles. She let the tears fall, because she didn't want to ruin the perfection of this moment.

They said their vows in shy voices, Patsy's grip on Delia's hands getting tighter and tighter as the ceremony went on. Trixie stepped forward to hand off the ring, in which Patsy numbly slipped it on Delia's ring finger.

"Please repeat after me: With this ring…"

"Where was the reception?" Ellie asked, getting to that part of the album.

"At that fancy castle-like building," Patsy said vaguely, moving some boxes around.

Ellie's jaw dropped.

"You booked the WHITE CASTLE?!"

Patsy released a shaky laugh as the car pulled up to the venue, her hands holding Delia flush against her body in the backseat.

"You are so beautiful," Patsy murmured softly, pulling her in for a kiss, "I could stare at you all day."

"You look quite fetching yourself," Delia said with a low chuckle, loosening Patsy's tie with nimble fingers, "I see my father has good taste in lesbian formal wear."

Delia's humor seemed pointedly directed at getting Patsy to calm down. The ginger was a bag of nerves, and ever since that kiss at the altar, she seemed as if she was walking on sunshine.

Patsy pulled Delia in for another kiss when an irritated rap sounded on the window. Knowing who it was, Patsy fumbled with the door controls and locked it. Moments later the person tried the door.

The person rapped again, but was ignored as Patsy slipped her tongue into Delia's mouth.

"Why are you always so bloody gorgeous?" Patsy moaned.

"For your eyes only, darling," Delia chortled, "But seriously, you are just so damn hot in that tux, Pats." Delia's hands snaked around the ginger's neck and tugged her in for another kiss. The kiss got hotter when Delia somehow managed to hook her leg around Patsy's waist.

"Oh, dear Lord, you two need to come out!" Trixie said, exasperated.

"Fuck off, Trixie," Patsy mumbled into Delia's lips.

"Patsy, if you don't get out now, I am going to tell Delia where you two are honeymooning!"

The ginger broke off the kiss with a noisy smack of the lips and turned to glower at the blonde.

"You wouldn't!" Patsy said in disbelief, her voice muffled by the door.

"I think you know I will!" Trixie threatened.

With a grunt, Patsy unlocked the door and remorsefully disentangled her legs from the brunette's before swinging them out onto the pavement.

"You are cruel," Patsy said in a low voice, rising up to tower over the blonde, partially due to her stilettos.

"And you're lipstick is terribly smudged," Trixie chastised, handing over a napkin, "I swear, I can't leave you two alone for fifteen minutes…"

Patsy wiped her mouth before turning around and helping Delia out of the car. After the brunette received the same rap on the knuckles from Trixie, the three entered the venue to a wild applause from the crowd of early-arrivers.

"So how was it?" Ellie asked, pausing in her examination to help move some boxes.

"It was fun," Patsy said, "We didn't leave until one in the morning, though your Aunts Trixie, Barbara, and Phyllis stayed there to drink."

"Why did you leave them there?" Ellie asked.

"We had a flight at nine the next morning, to France," Patsy responded, before releasing a triumphant shout.

*Flash Back*

Patsy smiled gently as she cradled Delia close during the rendition of "Moonlight Serenade", the Gershwin tune they chose to be their wedding song. It was truly timeless piece, and soon couples of all ages were joining them on the dancefloor. When the last chord was struck, the crowd clapped exuberantly. Patsy kissed Delia lightly on the forehead before she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"May I have this dance?" Mr. Busby asked, looking imploringly at his daughter, who he had already danced with earlier in the night.

"With Pats?" Delia asked with a slight smile.

"Of course! If you are willing to share."

"Well, Pats?" Delia asked with a smirk.

"It would be an honor," Patsy said, bewildered and touched.

Delia floated away and soon her father took her place, easily stepping in tune with the music.

"Delia is a lucky lady," he said with approval, "I am very proud of the both of you."

Patsy found herself blushing at the compliment.

"Thank you, Mr. Busby, that means a lot."

The older man gave a slight cough before continuing in a slower tone.

"I…I heard about your father…and how he doesn't take too kindly…to this…and I wanted to say I'm sorry, you deserve so much more than that."

Patsy found a frog in her throat and could only nod, tears gathering in her eyes.

"And I also wanted to say that if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me," he added on, not wanting to get terribly sentimental.

"Of course, Mr. Busby, that's very kind of you."

The song drew to a close, and they pulled apart, though Mr. Busby caught her hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Welcome to the family, Patience."

"It looks like a wild party," Ellie commented idly, flipping through the album after they had loaded the crib into the car.

Patsy cocked an eyebrow at her daughter.

"How so?"

Ellie wordlessly held up a picture of a red-faced Patsy kneeling on the floor, a garter clenched in her teeth as Delia sat on a chair before her in an equally embarrassed state.

*Flash Back*

"Okay, okay!" Trixie shouted, "It's time for SOMEONE to remove the bride's garter!"

Patsy froze from the punch booth before marching over the blonde woman as shouts of approval rose from the crowd.

"What?!" Patsy hissed, "Trixie, I didn't agree to this!"

"Did you honestly think you were going to get away from doing this?" Trixie teased, "Come now, it's a tradition!"

"Trixie, I'm not doing this, it's indecent!"

"You aren't?! Dear me, that's too bad, it seems everyone else wants you to."

Indeed, the crowd had begun to gather around the blonde and ginger.

Delia was dragged towards them, looking as red as a tomato.

"I'm going to skin you alive, Beatrix Franklin," Patsy growled as the pixie-haired woman sat Delia on a chair.

Trixie shot her a radiant smile before leaning in and whispering, "This is where I tell you your WIFE was the one you suggested it."

Patsy turned slightly and gave Delia a stunned look, who gazed back at her sheepishly. The crowd had begun to shout encouragement at Patsy, some of the comments a little more risqué than what was probably appropriate.

Patsy drew her shoulders back and as a smile touched her lips.

She knew how to get her back.

Ooh, Delia was going to regret this.

The ginger knelt down without breaking eye-contact with her wife as the crowd cheered behind her. Delia's face was bright red as the ginger reached underneath her skirts and grasped her legs. Patsy allowed a suggestive smirk to touch her lips and Delia watched as the taller woman dove beneath the wedding dress.

Delia had to bite her lip and clutch the chair when she felt Patsy run her tongue the length of her leg before she felt teeth delicately nip at the garter and smoothly shimmy it back down.

When Patsy emerged she looked very disheveled, causing the room to bellow with laughter as she fell back into a sitting position, the garter still in her mouth.

"Sounds like a fun time," Ellie said as they drove back to their flat, "Where did you go for your honeymoon?"

"Southern France…we stayed on a beach resort for a week."

"Was it hot there?"

"Very" Patsy said with a smirk that Ellie seemed to not see.

*Flash Back*

Patsy unlocked the door to their hotel room, the first few pearl buttons of her silk dress shirt unbuttoned and her tie undone as she flicked on the light while also heatedly kissing her new wife.

The ginger carried a champagne bottle in one hand as the other reached up and smoothly unzipped the wedding dress down to Delia's waist.

"As much as I love seeing you in this dress, I think you would look much better with it off," Patsy said as they gravitated towards the bed.

"The same could go for you, cariad," Delia mumbled against Patsy's lips, "But I rather like this shirt…"

Delia tugged Patsy's jacket off and the ginger tossed it on the floor before the brunette untucked the other's shirt and unbuckled her slacks.

Clothes effectively loosened but still clinging to their bodies, the two collapsed on the king sized bed and Patsy had to break off the kiss to place the champagne on the nightstand. As she reached over, Delia began to undo Patsy's hair with a heavy sigh.

"We can't stay up, cariad," Delia said, "We have to be gone by six…it's already one."

"Hmm," Patsy said, leaning down for a kiss, "We can always book another flight."

Delia rolled her eyes but smiled at this.

Patsy reached up worked her hands into Delia's stiff tresses before pausing with a frown.

"How much hairspray did they use on you?" Patsy demanded.

"Half a bottle, it feels like," Delia said with a wince, "I think I will very much die if I don't get these bobby pins out of my hair."

"Dear me, then I guess I should help you," Patsy said with a chortle. The two sat up and Patsy began to pluck out the pins, working her fingers into Delia's hair and pulling gently. When a sizable pile developed on the bed covers, Patsy ran her fingers through the Welshwoman's dark tresses, loosening up the hairspray.

"Would you like to take a shower with me, Mrs. Busby-Mount?" Patsy asked, nuzzling the base of Delia's neck.

"Of course I would, Mrs. Busby-Mount," Delia responded with relish. They rose up, Delia letting her dress pool at around her ankles and Patsy unbuttoning her shirt and sliding down her slacks. Patsy switched the hot water on and they both squealed like school girls when at first cold water blasted them. When the water was a suitable temperature, Patsy worked shampoo into Delia's hair, breaking up the rest of the hairspray ardently. After the brunette rinsed they switched positions and the shorter woman eagerly washed Patsy's ginger tresses, the smell of sweat pea sweeping over them. When they were done they toed out of the shower, skin red and inflamed from the hot water as they toweled off in the mist of fogged up mirrors.

Patsy emerged from the bathroom and spotted the abandoned champagne bottle in dismay. She hurriedly tied a robe on and grabbed the empty ice bucket before peeking into the bathroom and telling Delia she was getting ice. Snatching up a room key, Patsy left the room with a spring in her step, humming softly to herself in the silent corridor. Filling up the bucket to the brim, she tip-toed back and opened her door.

The lights were still on, allowing her to see Delia shyly laying on the bed, dressed in only Patsy's dress shirt, which was much too big for her.

She looked drop-dead sexy.

"Didn't want to unpack my pajamas," she explained at Patsy's dropped jaw.

"Well, why would you when you look a picture in that?" Patsy jibed, putting the bucket on the nightstand and dunking the champagne inside of it.

Delia blushed and the ginger nimbly crawled over her before gently leaning down and pressing her lips on hers after discarding her robe and clad in her undergarments.

"Oh, my darling girl," Patsy sighed, moving her mouth down Delia's neck, "You are so hot."

"Pats, its two," Delia murmured sadly, rubbing her feet against Patsy's legs and biting her lip.

"Hmm," the ginger said thoughtfully, lips trailing back up her neck, "I guess this will have to be continued."

"Until then, those lips are limited to the face," Delia said sternly, though her arms pulled the ginger close as her legs wrapped around her waist. Patsy moaned into her mouth.

"Who knew my wife was such a tease?" Patsy whispered, eyes fluttering.

"You did," Delia said with a giggle, though she pulled Patsy's face down for a sweet, chaste kiss.

"And I love you," Delia added in a soft voice, her hands tangled in Patsy's damp hair.

"I love you too, Mrs. Busby-Mount," Patsy whispered back before leaning in for a passionate kiss.

Patsy stared up at the ceiling from where she lay on the floor after spending two hours trying to assemble the crib once more. She had the goofiest smile on her face as she remembered all of this, the wedding album laying discarded by the screwdriver.

Her phone began to buzz.

She glanced at the ID and answered it.

"Hello sweetie," she purred contentedly.

"Hi Pats, how's it going?" Delia's voice was tired on the other line but still thrummed merrily.

"You won't believe what Ellie found, darling…"