Prompt: Elizabeth starts to get cold feet the night before their wedding, and she gives Henry a call before her thoughts can run away with her.

Elizabeth paced the floor of her hotel room. She watched the way her feet traveled the same path, one step after another in an endless loop of back and forth. She couldn't turn her brain off, and it was very busy hurling questions at her at what seemed like an impossible speed.

What if you're too young after all?

What if it really doesn't work out?

What if he turns out to be different than you thought?

What if you can't be a good wife?

What if it fails?

How can you do this without your parents?

How can you do this at all?

Elizabeth sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of the mattress. It was getting late, and she had a full day of wedding preparations in the morning, but the bed was still made and Elizabeth couldn't imagine resting just then. Her brain was way too active for that. She loved Henry, of that she had no doubt. But just then, she couldn't help but wonder if they were doing the wrong thing, getting married so soon. She exhaled heavily and reached for the phone, quickly following the instructions to reach Henry's room. After all, if there was anyone she needed to be talking to about this, it was Henry himself.

"Hello?"

There was something immediately soothing about Henry's voice, albeit not soothing enough to undercut her need to talk to him in the first place.

"Henry, it's me," she said.

"Elizabeth, hey," he said, his voice warming at the realization that he was talking to her. When she didn't say anything, Henry caught on.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

"I...I don't know," she admitted. "I mean, I think I'm okay, but…"

"Cold feet?" Henry joked, but Elizabeth stayed silent and the weight of that sank in on Henry.

"Oh," he said in surprise. "You- really?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, Henry, it's just- this is such a big thing," she said, and he could hear the pleading note in her voice. "What if we're doing the wrong thing? What if it's too soon? How can we just jump into something like this, I mean, marriage is such a big thing and-"

"Elizabeth, hold on," Henry said. "It's going to be alright."

"But what if it's not?" Elizabeth whispered.

"Where is this coming from?" he asked.

"I- I don't know, I was just thinking about it all and the people who are here for us to get married and your parents and-"

Ah.

Henry breathed a sigh of relief to himself; he knew where this was coming from now, even if Elizaebth herself didn't. He nodded, even though she couldn't see him, knowing what he needed to do.

"Babe, listen," Henry said. "I'm going to come and see you, okay?"

"But I thought-"

"Who cares about that?" Henry asked before she could even finish. "I'm not superstitious and I know you're not either."

"Okay," Elizabeth agreed. "Just- don't get caught."

Henry stifled a laugh, but agreed and then hung up. A few minutes later found him knocking on elizabeth's door after a quick glance up and down the hall just for good measure. The door swung open almost immediately to reveal an anxious looking Elizabeth, and she stepped aside to let him in. Henry calmly sat on the bed and reached for her hand to tug him to sit next to him. She watched him and he smiled slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Babe, is this because you miss your parents?" he asked her gently, and she looked vaguely stricken, but stayed quiet as she thought about that.

"Maybe," she admitted. She looked earnestly up at him.

"Do you think we're ready for this, though?" she asked. "What if it all falls apart?"

Henry shook his head.

"Elizabeth, you can't let fear govern your life. You have to let the reward outweigh the risk. I know it's scary to take on something like this, but I promise you we're as ready as we're going to get, and I'm going to be right there with you."

She looked at his earnest, warm hazel eyes and could physically feel herself beginning to calm. She nodded her head.

"Yeah, you're right," she said. She thought that Henry had a point about her parents- maybe she was just so afraid to lose the people closest to her that allowing Henry to become her husband had raised some subconscious red flags. But as he took her hand and brushed his thumb over her knuckles, she realized that she was more than those subconscious thoughts. Henry was right; she needed to let the reward outweigh the risk. Nothing was without risk, and she couldn't imagine doing life with anyone but Henry by her side.

"Thank you," she said.

"Still wanna get married?" Henry asked. Elizabeth smiled a little shyly and nodded.

"Yeah, I guess," she teased, and Henry laughed, leaning in to give her a sweet kiss.

"You should probably go back to your room," Elizabeth said. Henry sighed, glancing between the door and Elizabeth.

"Well, I've already seen you now," he reasoned. "I don't think a few more minutes is going to do any real harm."

Elizabeth smiled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She glanced up at him and smiled slightly as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"You're not going back to your room tonight are you?" she asked, and Henry chuckled as he kissed her temple.

"I'll sneak back really early," he said. Elizabeth laughed- she certainly wasn't going to complain about that.

"If your mom catches you, I sent you away," she said, and Henry laughed, pulling her closer.

"Got it."