Vegas was the perfect place to get married since there were only a handful of people Thomas and Newt wanted with them when it happened. The small chapel off the strip was adorable and mostly Elvis free which Newt thanked the gods for. Minho, Brenda, Teresa, Gally, Chuck, Ben, and Alby clustered together in the chairs behind them as Newt and Thomas stood center stage.
"Do you Thomas, willingly and without coercion, take Newt to be your lawfully wedded husband from this day forth, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, until death do you part?" the clerk asked him.
"I do." Thomas couldn't help but to smile wider at the simple declaration that sent his heart aflutter.
"Do you Newt, willingly and without coercion, take Thomas to be your lawfully wedded husband from this day forth, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, until death do you part?"
"I do," Newt responded. He squeezed Thomas' hand in his own as the clerk shuffled some paperwork in front of him.
"By the authority bestowed upon me by the State of Nevada, I declare you officially married. Congratulations, boys!" he clapped his hands together as Newt was pulled in for a resounding kiss from his newly established husband. "I just need you two fine gentlemen to sign here for your marriage license. Any volunteers from your group to sign as witnesses? I need one for both of you."
"Alby and Minho, spare your John Hancock for us," Newt ordered. Minho eyes glinted as he flourished his name under Thomas', his mind working on some sort of filthy remark.
"I knew you guys needed me for something, eventually. You wouldn't me married if it weren't for my willingness to help," he proclaimed, a smug smirk playing on his features. Thomas cuffed him on the back of the head which deflated Minho's otherwise perfectly placed hair.
"I have more than one friend to choose from, shank, so don't get to comfortable in your best friend status. You aren't good enough that you're safe from being demoted," Thomas reprimanded. HE sent Minho a half glare before returning his attentions back to Newt. "Love you, darling."
"Love you too, husband," Newt replied.
Thomas decided he liked the sound of husband in Newt's mouth and he would hear it every day, one way or another.