Evelyn fiddled in her dress nervously. Today was the day. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. So why didn't she feel happy?

She stared at herself in the mirror. The long-sleeved, high-neck gown was covered with lace and a sweetheart neckline. The dress was straight but she wore a detachable matching skirt that added to the volume. The gown had taken the atelier several months to produce, which was perfect considering they were having a moody, November wedding. Evelyn's look was finished with natural makeup and a low updo. A long veil fell around her body, the train of tulle following her everywhere she walked. Her aunt had gifted her a pair of her mother's earrings for Evelyn's "something borrowed" and her uncle gave her one of Regulus's pocket squares for her "something borrowed". Evelyn didn't have a "something blue" other than her feelings.

This was her wedding day, the day she had been looking forward to for months. But now that it had arrived, she was feeling far from joyous. Was something wrong with her? Was something wrong with this?

No. She loved Tom. She loved Tom endlessly. It was the one part of the day she actually was sure about. Marrying him.

Perhaps, then, it was all of the celebration. Yes, that seemed right. Evelyn had never been one for attention so the day of large celebrations seemed to fill her with nothing but dread. She didn't want to walk down an aisle with hundreds of people looking at her, all of them whispering about her newfound status of Dark Lady. She didn't want to clutch the bouquet, wishing she was clutching her father's arm instead. Sirius had offered to walk her down the aisle but Evelyn declined. He wouldn't replace her father, even if he was nice enough to try.

Evelyn didn't want to say meaningful vows in front of Death Eaters she didn't know and pureblood families she really didn't know. She didn't want to slip the ring on Tom's finger with shaky hands while they all watched. She didn't want their first kiss as husband and wife to be in front of hundreds.

All she wanted was him. Just Tom.

Her heart ached as she searched the bond for some form of assurance from him. "Little Dove," he purred into her head. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she lied with a shaky voice. He had to have seen right through it so she quickly switched the subject. "You better not be looking at my dress. It's bad luck to see the bride on her wedding day."

He chuckled. "Well, then maybe I should. I am feeling very bad after all..."

Evelyn felt her core clench and her toes curl. "When can we be alone again?" She knew the answer to that already. Hours. It would be hours before she could be alone with Tom. First, they had the ceremony that she knew nothing about, then pictures with a photographer somewhere near the ceremony site, and finally the reception in the grand ballroom of Black Manor, which servants were diligently decorating as Evelyn stood in the guest quarters to get ready. She wished that she had someone to get ready with but Tom looked murderous at Mattheo's suggestion to help his future wife get into her gown and Evelyn didn't exactly have any other female friends. Perhaps she would—there were many pureblood ladies who were being rather kind to her now that she had a little more confidence to speak to them—but for now, she was alone. Tom was on the other side of the house in their room—which she insisted he take to get ready with his brother—and she wouldn't be alone with him again until after the entire day of festivities. It was just after dawn and Evelyn knew that she wouldn't be able to breathe again until night had fallen and it was finally them again.

Tom whispered into her mind, "Soon, my darling." And then she felt him disappear, probably to prepare.

Tom had eagerly taken on all of the preparations for the ceremony. Evelyn was more than happy to let him since she'd never even been to a party before she met him—it wasn't like her grandparents were going to allow her to go—and he had been to several. Mattheo offered to help plan but Tom said no unless she wanted their wedding to consist of "firewhisky and stupid little games." So he planned the entire day, telling her nothing of the ceremony but filling her in on the details of the reception. Three hundred and fifty guests. That's how many had been invited. There would be a grand dinner, large cake, dozens of deep red roses (her favorite), candles adorning every inch, and the string quartet from the Hogmanay Ball. Evelyn gulped at it all, though she plastered on a smile for Tom's sake since he seemed rather excited by it.

"I think you'll like it, Little Dove," he had said once he saw her wide eyes. "Trust me. Alright?" So Evelyn trusted him because at the end of the day, she would be his wife and that was truly what she wanted.

His wife. As soon as he had placed the ring on her finger, Tom had begun calling her "his future wife" rather than his fiancee or his betrothed. To be honest, Evelyn thought it was because he just wanted an excuse to call her his wife without her correcting him, not that she really minded it but they could at least try to stick to social customs.

But today was the day that their future became their reality. So no matter how much dread Evelyn felt, no matter how much anxiety and fear, that was truly all she cared about. The guest list, the cake, the dance, even the dress all paled when she truly thought about it. This day was about them. Tom and Evelyn. Joining forever as one.

Evelyn fingered the long veil as she waited for Tom to tell her where to go. She didn't even know where the ceremony was taking place. Didn't know what bouquet she would be holding, didn't know the priest or the vows. All she knew was that the idea of all eyes on her when she walked down the aisle sounded terrifying.

"My love." Tom's voice appeared in her head after a few moments. "I'm apparating to the ceremony site now. I've turned your bouquet into a portkey. It's in the den waiting for you." Then, almost as if he was deliberating saying something else before deciding not to, Tom said, "I love you. I'll see you soon."

He left her again before she could respond. Evelyn turned to the mirror one last time, wishing briefly that her parents were there with her for this big day. As if on cue, she felt their presence over her shoulders, reassuring her. We are here, their spirits said. We love you. So Evelyn smiled one last time at her reflection. "Alright, Ev. Time to get married."

It didn't take long for her to find the bouquet of dark red roses tied by a black ribbon sitting delicately in front of the fireplace. Evelyn sighed. You can do this. It's just a crowd. You can deal with one if it means marrying him. So she grabbed onto the bouquet and felt herself descend.

But when Evelyn landed, she was surprised. She wasn't standing in front of a church or a garden, wasn't surrounded by hundreds of people. In fact, she wasn't even sure she went to the right place at all.

Until she saw him.

Tom stood in a dashing all-black suit, a dark look in his eyes as he raked his eyes over her. The dress was the only thing Tom didn't plan so he was seeing it for the first time. He smiled—actually smiled—when he saw her before whispering, "Hello, Little Dove. Welcome to your wedding."

Evelyn almost fell to her knees. Because she stood at the same white cliffs he proposed to her. Fog surrounded them, though she could still see the beauty of the dark water below. Tom must have placed some warming and wind-blocking spells considering it was early November and the bitter chill North Sea didn't seem to bother her even in the slightest.

Instead of three hundred and fifty people, there were only four spectators. A priest smiling gently at her, holding a book in his hands, and Mattheo in a matching all-black suit, his curls somewhat tamed while he grinned at her knowingly. Her uncle and aunt stood off to the side, watching all of this with happy smiles.

"But... but the guests... the big ceremony..." She stuttered as she looked around, her mind unable to fully grasp what was happening due to the swell in her heart.

"It is only us, my darling. I told you to trust you, did I not?" His gentle smile was all she needed to convince her that he did this for her. He knew she wouldn't want any of the spectacle. He knew that all she needed was her family. He knew that all she needed was him.

"Oh, Tom," she breathed, staring into his dark eyes. At that moment, it felt like she was gazing at him for the very first time. And she fell in love with him all over again. "Tom, this is... everything."

"And you are my everything," he crooned. "Now... let's get married."

The ceremony seemed to go by so quickly. She walked up to him, clutching the roses before handing them off to Mattheo. Tom grabbed both of her hands, his thumb caressing the backs of them reassuringly. The priest began to speak, telling them about the importance of marriage while reading some scripture but Evelyn didn't hear any of it because she was too busy looking into his eyes. "I love you," she whispered into his mind. "I cannot wait to be your wife."

His expression softened as he stared down at her. "I have always been yours, Little Dove. This only makes it official."

Before long, it was time for them to make their vows. "Tom," she began. "I didn't know what it was like to be lost until you found me. I didn't know what it was like to be lonely until I spent a night without you. I didn't know what it was like to be loved until you loved me. I didn't know what it was like to have a home and a family until you became mine. You are it for me. You are my home. You are my life. You are my everything. From now until eternity." He smiled as she slipped the simple black band onto his finger, flexing his hand ever so slightly.

"Evelyn." He cupped her cheek as he spoke. "From the moment I met you, I have loved you. My soul has found a home in yours and I never wish to leave it. I did not realize what I was living for until I met you and now I cannot imagine ever going without you, my Little Dove. If Death should wish to part us, it will do so by dragging me with one hand into the abyss while the other clings to yours. To say that I love you doesn't seem to do my feelings justice but, for now, it will have to suffice. I love you, my Evelyn. My darling. My Little Dove. My queen. My wife. I love you endlessly. From now until eternity."

And then a small gold ring was placed on her finger. Evelyn heard a sob coming from behind her that suspiciously sounded like Mattheo but she hardly registered it through her state of complete and utter bliss.

The priest muttered a few words before finally saying, "And now, it is with the power vested in me that I pronounce you man and wife. My Lord, you may kiss your wife."

Tom wrapped one arm around her waist and placed the other on her cheek before pulling her to him in a searing kiss. And it was at that moment that they were finally joined together. As their lips touched, their bond glowed with pride. She was finally his. He was finally hers. They were man and wife. From now until eternity.

I love these bonus chapters already. If you are reading these expecting conflict or much plot, you will be disappointed. BUT if you want fluff and happiness and love, this is the right place for you. I was so excited to write this because we were in a tornado last night which meant no power until an hour ago WHICH meant lots of time to daydream this chapter hehe. I hope you like it!

Let me know if there are any scenes you want to see. I may not do a ton of NSFW scenes (if any) but if there's anything else you want to see, feel free to request it! Just know that Tom and Evelyn will also be major characters in my new story, A Game of Cat and Mouse (about their children) so I'm not planning on going too far after the births!

Enjoy my lovelies. I love you all :)