Kol Mikaelson made his way down the front row, excusing himself to the people who were already seated before sitting beside Amy and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.

Instead of being happy to see him, she stared, her gaze full of worry.

"Where the heck have you been?" she asked. "You left ages ago!"

"Well, give me a break," he told her, his voice lifting a little. "I had to pee." He winked. "Am I not allowed to do that?"

She blushed and leaned in to whisper, "lower your voice please. Not everyone needs to hear about…"

"About the time I spent peeing?" He finished her sentence with a wide grin on his lips.

"Kol, it's a wedding!" Amy hissed. "One that your brother and Selina are hosting! Could you please behave accordingly? I know you love me and don't want me to be embarrassed, do you?" She asked, eyes wide.

"I'm behaving plenty!" Kol defended himself, even though there was a wild glint in his dark eyes. He gestured at his outfit. "I dressed up nice and I'm well-behaved even though I have no reason to be here."

Amy rolled her eyes. "There's more to behaving than dressing up and being polite," reminded him.

Kol smirked and leaned toward her, his lips on her earlobe. "You want to skip the ceremony and find a bedroom to hang out in? This is a big house, I'm sure Elijah has lots of them."

Amy stared at him and blushed, astonished by his offer. "Just what would we do in his room?" she asked, even though she knew.

"I don't know," Kol shrugged and grinned. "We could do each other's hair…or get naked and…"

Amy shook her head. "No!" She shook her head. "I don't know how you can ask me that."

Kol shrugged. "Oh, it's very easy."

"But it's unacceptable!" She repeated stubbornly. "No."

"Do I need to remind you that your resolve hasn't always been so firm?" he countered. "Our first kiss was in the stable, and then we almost had sex!"

Amy's cheeks were now as red as her hair. "Kol, stop it!"

"Why?" Kool asked. "I mean since we already almost had sex here once, I don't see what the problem is with actually going through with it this time in one of my brother's many bedrooms. I'm sure he doesn't use all of them. If it would make you feel more comfortable, we'll pick one that doesn't look like it's been used for ages at least."

"Do you think having sex in a dusty, dirty bedroom would make me feel better?" Amy sighed heavily. "Besides, if we were in another room having sex, we wouldn't be here to watch the ceremony." She was trying her best to stay calm and not let him get to her, but her teeth clenched as she spoke.

Kol brushed this worry aside. "No one really cares if we're sitting her watching the ceremony or not. Besides, I truly want us to have another child. A pretty little girl with red hair who smiles and blushes like you."

"We have Froy," Amy reminded him, her hands trembling as she looked through the wedding program.

"Right," Kol nodded. "And we love him dearly but last I checked, he's not a girl." He smirked.

"Why do you care?" Amy asked. "I thought you didn't have any interest in taking part in that silly competition with your brothers?"

"I just think we should have two," Kol rolled his eyes. "Hardly enough to be part of my brothers' silly little competition."

"I don't know if you and I will even work out in the long run," Amy said, grateful when Froy suddenly appeared and took the seat on the other side of her. "Sorry," he apologized to his mother. I was…bathroom. Then I got lost in the house, and…"

"Never mind," Kol told him and put a hand on his arm. "We're just glad you're here." He waited until Froy was otherwise occupied and then leaned back toward Amy and tried not to whisper too loudly. "Please tell you're joking?" he asked, his eyes wide with shock. "Amy Burke Mikaelson, you know perfectly well that I've wanted you for years, and I'm the only one for you, so stop saying a bunch of shit or I'll put you over my shoulder and spank you in front of everyone before I carry you off to the farmhouse!"

"Here!" Amy threw the program at him. "Read this and be quiet so I can enjoy the ceremony in peace since you clearly don't want to."

"Fine," he growled, looking through it without catching her eye or seeing any of the words.

Celine flipped through the wedding program evasively in her seat on the left side of the aisle in the second row, turning just a second to smile at Amy, who smiled back.

She couldn't concentrate on what she was reading because she was still full of rage after her confrontation with Noah.

Baring her teeth, she shook her head for being so stupid as to fall for him and grateful, at the same time, that she'd gotten over it.

Granted she was still trying to convince herself. Her mind was sure…but her body and heart, not so much. Startled, she realized the chair beside her was moving, and she narrowed her eyes as she found herself face to face with her godfather.

"Can't you sit somewhere else?" Celine asked through clenched teeth.

"No," Noah shook his head and placed his fedora hat in his lap.

Although she wanted to do her best to ignore him, Celine couldn't help but look at Noah out of the corner of her eye, her heart skipping a beat or two. Damn! He was so sexy and so…handsome! No wonder she was carrying his baby after spending time in his bed!

"We have to talk, Celine," he insisted, speaking quietly enough that only she could hear him. "You can't just blurt out what you did and then expect me to disappear!"

"I don't need you to be part of this pregnancy!" she told him dryly. "I don't want you to think you have any obligation to help me or pity me or my baby. If anyone asks, I'll…I'll tell my family I got pregnant from a one-night stand. You-you'll be safe, but you'll get nothing more from me!"

Noah scoffed. "No part?" He repeated furiously and glared at her. "You can't get rid of me that easily. I'll be in all the parts and that's that!"

"No way," Celine shook her head. "You were…you were nothing but the sperm donor and me and my baby…we don't need you!"

"Well, I don't care," Noah told her. "This is partly my baby, and I need to take responsibility! So, we'll be married within the month. I won't let it drag on forever."

"I beg your pardon!" Celine cried, eyes wide. "I won't do it, and I doubt my father will force me. I think he'd rathe kill you instead, so you'll be dead in a week. Good news for me!"

"I'll talk to him," Noah said. "And I assure you that nothing will happen to me."

"Hey!" a new voice broke in before Celine could reply, and they both turned to stare at Celine's sister Laurelle. "Not many seats left. Can I sit with you, sister?" She waved. "Hi, Noah."

"Laurelle," Noah greeted tonelessly.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Laurelle said to Celine. "What were you two talking about?"

"Nothing!" Noah and Celine said together.

"Fine, nothing," Laurelle rolled her eyes and turned to stare at Baltazar, who was making his way to the empty chair beside her. "You don't have to sit here," she told him. "I'm sure there are other places."

He sat. "Do you see any? I don't."

"Fine," Laurelle scoffed. "Sit in the damn chair. See if I care." She then stole the program from Celine and looked through it, furiously turning the pages without a word, at least for the moment.

"Noah," Baltazar greeted him with a nod.

"Baltazar," Noah nodded back.

"You're being very childish right now," Baltzar told Laurelle.

"Well, I don't care," Laurelle said through clenched teeth.

"Did you know that your sister decided to start smoking?" Baltazar asked Celine, who was staring at them.

"You have?" Celine smiled. "Good for you, Sister!"

"Thank you," Laurelle grinned back.

"Why are you praising your sister for this?" Noah asked Celine, dumbfounded.

"Because it's not like it will kill her, godfather dear," Celine drawled. "It might even give her a certain je ne sais quoi. Grandma does it so it's very classy and very French."

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Baltazar swore and rolled his eyes.

"I don't think I asked for your opinion," Laurelle growled. "If you want something to command and obey your every whim, get a dog!"

"I could, but a dog wouldn't be as fun to tame," Baltzar shot back.

Both sisters glared at him, giving him looked that would kill an average man.

Meanwhile, Noah just threw his head back and chuckled. "Good one!"

"Well, thank you," Baltazar returned with a grin.

Both girls then stood up, pointing at Baltazar.

"Well, Noah, since you seem to get along with Baltazar so well, why don't you sit with him?" Celine asked as Laurel grinned behind her back.

"You must be joking," Baltazar rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his dark hair. "But fine." He grudgingly moved closer to Noah while the girls sat together.

"They're insufferable," he whispered to Noah.

"Yeah," Noah nodded. "Tell me about it."

Astrid stood at the entrance to the farmhouse, holding a small bouquet of flowers that matched the ones that Gabrielle was carrying.

Turning, she saw Alistair, hands buried in his impeccably tailored trousers, a smirk raising one side of his mouth. "Has anyone told you that you look very beautiful?" he told her. "Because you truly do."

"Thank you," she gave him a shy smile and wiped some invisible dust off her silk skirt.

"Leighton texted me," Alistair continued. "He's on his way back from the cabin."

"Oh, that's good," Astrid nodded. "I hope he and Azrael had a good time."

"I bet he did," Alistair replied, pushing some of Astrid's hair out of her eyes. "He's quite fond of her." He smiled. "There. That's better."

They stood in silence for a few seconds, then Astrid cleared her throat. "You should go sit," she suggested. "Gabrielle is ready, and we'll all be going down the aisle soon." She took a deep breath and put her bouquet down, rubbing her hands together nervously.

He nodded, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "I can't stop thinking of how sexy you looked when you were riding me this morning."

She stared in his dark eyes and blushed. "Alistair! Don't say things like that!"

"Why not, if they're true?" Alistair asked and kissed her gently before putting his hands on her boobs and kissing her soundly. She resisted for a second, then her hands were in his hair and she was kissing him back until she had the good sense to push him away. "I thought…I thought that whatever the hell this is was just supposed to stay between us."

"I know, but you've become such a temptation as my ex-wife that I can't help but wanting you more!" he smirked.

Astrid didn't hesitate to roll her eyes at that. "You've become quite a beast yourself. I hardly recognize you anymore!"

He shrugged. "I always was one."

"I beg your pardon?" Astrid's jaw dropped. "Are you saying that I wasn't…I mean I didn't.."

"Let's face it, Astrid," Alistair told her smoothly. "In the beginning, when you were a sweet, sexy waitress and singer at a Paris club, you had time for me. We had fun. But once you became obsessed with your career, I became second in your life. That's why you just disappeared. You didn't call, you didn't write, you didn't care…"

"That's not true!" Astrid lashed out, shocked because she wasn't used to him being this blunt.

"Yes it is," Alistar nodded, running his finger down her cheek and grinning as she shivered at his touch. "But we don't need to dwell on that I guess." He leaned forward and kissed her soundly, then she pouted as he pulled away, a wicked glint in his eye. "Why'd you stop?"

"Consider that the last kiss or anything you get for free," he said. "From now on, if you and that pretty ass of yours wants me in your bed, you're going to have to chase me."

Before Astrid could find words to respond to this, they heard a noise, and she turned to see Sybil and Gabrielle making their way toward her. "We'll discuss this more later," she said and pushed him toward the tent. "Now you need to go."

"I hope that's a promise," he smirked as he walked away. "I'm looking forward to it."

As Sybil reached the spot in the aisle where Baltazar was sitting, she turned her head to smile at Mikael, who inked back. Then she smiled at the guests and leaned forward to whisper, "Gabrielle is ready!"

"Thank you," Baltazar whispered back. "I guess I'm ready too then." He stood up without another word, passing by Celine and Laurelle, who glanced at him curiously.

"He's walking Grandma down the aisle, isn't he?" Celine asked.

"Well, yeah," Laurelle nodded and rolled her eyes at her sister. "That's what it says in that pamphlet you've had your nose in for the last five gazillion years."

"Oh, really?" Celine shrugged, her eyes on Noah, who was staring right back. "I must've missed it."

Not long after, Elijah took his place as officiant, with a bible in his hands and Arthur on his right.

"Is it jut me, or does my brother look very constipated?" Kol remarked to Amy, who just stared at him.

"Would you just not say another word until the wedding is over?" She scolded him. "Everything you say makes you sound like a child."

Kol said nothing in return, but raised his eyebrows at Klaus, who was staring in his direction and mouthed the same words that he'd said to Amy, knowing his brother would be a more appreciative audience.

Klaus nodded and chuckled and then looked away.

"What are you laughing at?" Angie asked, elbowing him. "Nothing about this is funny. Please behave? Could you do that?"

"Kol thinks Elijah looks constipated," he whispered in her ear and grinned. "And I have to say that I agree with him."

"Don't give my son any trouble," Mikael told him. "You would look constipated too if you had to officiate the wedding of the son your wife had with another man."

"Yes, Elijah is better man than I could ever be, Mikael, that's for sure. I would never be able to officiate the wedding of a son that my wife had with another man, especially if that man is Dorian Gray."

"Well, I'm glad we can agree on both counts," Mikael smirked.

This made Klaus roll his eyes.

"Well, haven't you and your brothers all been married to Amy at one point?" Angelica reminded him.

"That's completely different," Klaus waved the point away.

"Cause she's a woman?" Angie guessed, eyes narrowed.

"Well, of course," Klaus smirked, not feeling at all threatened by how angry she was.

Then they all lapsed into silence as Selina and Dorian walked down the aisle. As they passed by, Klaus and Kol winked at each other, then kept their gazes straight ahead as the pair took their seats at the end of the aisle.

As all this was going on, John Wade leaned forward, whispering in Elise's ear. "Do you like weddings, Prudence?"

She turned and looked him in the eye. "No."

"You don't see yourself marrying a rich, handsome man one day?" he pressed, grinning.

"My family is probably gonna try to marry me off to a rich man someday," she shrugged. "Or at least strongly push me in that direction." Elise kept her eyes on her father up front. "Not something I'm looking forward to, and it's not gonna happen if I have anything to say about it. I know the sort of men my father would have in mind for me."

"Ah, I see," John nodded, running his fingers through her hair. "You're afraid that your only marriage options will be boring. That for you, marriage and passion won't go together."

"Nothing of the sort, Mr. Wade," Elise shook her head. "I have no, nada, zero, intention to be chained to a man, any man at all, in marriage. And especially you, now that you mention it. You and I aren't compatible, so it would be best if you just left me alone."

"I know you're lying to yourself about us, and you know you are too," he replied, winking and sitting back in his chair.

As the bridesmaids walked down the aisle, their hair blew wildly behind them. The winds had picked up and it seemed like bad weather was getting closer.

Then, Baltazar slowly made his way down the aisle, Gabrielle in her beautiful white dress clutching his left arm. Although she was a little nervous, she took a deep breath and looked ahead at Arthur, who seemed mesmerized by her.

"Who is offering this woman in marriage?" Elijah asked tonelessly.

"I am," Baltazar nodded, then kissed Gabrielle's cheek and took his seat.

Then, Kol mouthed to Klaus "He's suffering!"

This made Klaus burst out laughing until Angie kicked him in the shin and he did his best not to swear out loud and disrupt things.

"Would you just behave for two seconds?" she scolded furiously.

"Yes, love," he promised as he rubbed his sore leg and looked ahead at the ceremony.

Arthur smiled at Gabrielle and took both her hands in his, and she smiled back as they waited for Elijah to begin, something that seemed to be a bit of a struggle for him.

"Dearly…" Elijah began, then paused, distracted by the sight of Selina sitting next to Dorian, even though their hands were in their laps and they were both looking at him as if he'd gone nuts.

"Dearly…" he began again.

"Beloved!" Kol cried out, making Amy blush bright red and sink low in her chair as everyone turned to stare at them and Klaus put a hand over his mouth to hide his laughter.

"Thank you, Kol," Elijah called back angrily. "But I think I know my script without your help."

"Clearly not, so my pleasure," Kol called back, a smirk on his lips.

Elijah cleared his throat one more time and tried again, much more successfully this time. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in this garden today to join the lives of Arthur Gray and Gabrielle Delacroix.

Gabrielle heard this and stared at Arthur as he squeezed her hand, a smile curving her red lips. He was so handsome and seemed so at peace. She took a deep breath when she felt his thumb gently caress her wrist.

There was still time to back out of this ludicrous contract she'd entered into with him…but at the moment, with him looking at her the way that he was, with so much love and admiration in his eyes, the only thing she could think about was how much she truly wanted to be able to call herself his wife.

Angelica leaned toward Klaus and whispered, "Gabrielle looks stunning in her wedding dress!"

"She does," Klaus agreed. "But certainly not as stunning as you." He winked at her.

Angelica blushed and rolled her eyes, although she was pleased by the compliment. "That's very sweet of you, but remember that I'm not the bride."

"Who cares?" Klaus shrugged and leaned in to kiss her lips. "You're much better to me."

He then turned and smiled at Kol, who winked back. Watching Elijah officiate this wedding had been immensely entertaining for both of them.

"This must be the hardest thing my brother has done his whole life," Kol whispered to Amy. "And may I point out that we've not exactly lived chaste and godly lives, especially when we were first vampires." He chuckled. "Elijah has killed more than a few humans, and now here he is, standing in front of an assembled crowd and pretending to be a priest!"

"Oh, I'm sure Selina wouldn't have volunteered him to do this if he wasn't actually qualified," Amy scolded and elbowed him into silence. "Would you stop picking on your brother?"

"Ouch!" Kol rubbed his arm. "The answer is always 'No'. Why do you think it will change now?"

"Mom, Dad's not wrong," Froy chucked and reached across Amy to fist bump his dad as she rolled her eyes. "I've never seen Uncle Elijah look that uncomfortable before…not even when…"

"Never mind," Amy cut him off. "Let's just be quiet and watch the wedding."

"Ouch!" Kol cried out, rubbing his sore arm. "The answer is 'no'. Can't I have a little fun?"

"I have to agree with Dad about this," Froy put in helpfully. "I've never seen Uncle Elijah look so uncomfortable before." He chuckled.

"Now that you have repeated your vows in the company of all assembled and exchanged rings…" Elijah closed the bible and looked out at the audience. "I now pronounce you…" he paused again, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

"I don't know how Arthur has been able to stand in front of your husband when all he could sense from this whole performance of his is dislike!" Dorian whispered in Selina's ear.

"Oh, be nice to him," Selina replied. "He wasn't supposed to officiate in the first place, and if it weren't for him agreeing to do it for my sake, we wouldn't have had a wedding at all. Give him a break cause he's doing his best."

Dorian heaved a sigh and nodded. "I guess you're right." He turned his head and caught a glimpse of Mackenzie, who was sitting near her sister Elise and was, by chance, sneaking a look at him also. When she realized he was looking, she blushed and looked away.

"I'm sorry, where was I?" Elijah cleared his throat. "Oh yes. I now pronounce you man and wife." He smiled shyly. "You may kiss the bride."

Then everyone stood up and clapped and cheered in support of the newly married couple.

Arthur took a step forward, cupping Gabrielle's face. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Any regrets?"

"Well, I think it's a bit late for that, don't you think?" she replied, looking into his dark eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, kissing her soundly.

She moaned, wrapping her hands around his wrists.

Then he broke the kiss and pulled away from her as she trembled for a few seconds, then they both smiled, grabbed hands, and raised their joined hands in the air.

Selina and Dorian came over and kissed them both, and Dorian shook his son's hand before turning to his new daughter-in-law. "Welcome to the Gray family, Gabrielle."

"Thank you very much," she smiled and kissed both of Dorian's cheeks.

Then Dorian found himself staring at Elijah, who had kept his distance, eyes narrowed.

"Thank you for making sure my son could get married," he said, raising his hand to shake Elijah's but unsure if the Original would take it.

Elijah hesitated for a few seconds, then shaking Dorian's hand. "Don't mention it."

Selina turned on her heel and faced the watching crowd. "It seems that bad weather is one the way," she said. "Please make your way carefully to the tent for the reception."

Angelica passed by Klaus, setting a hand on his chest. "Since we've been sitting so long, I want to run into the house real quick and touch up my make-up. It won't take very long, I promise."

"Okay," he nodded without hesitation and kissed her cheek, making her blush a little before she turned on her heel and picked up her skirts, making her way to the farmhouse.

"Okay, it seems like the wedding is over and the guests that were actually invited are making their way to the tent for the reception. You've been really lucky that no one has discovered you yet, so it would be good to not push your luck anymore, get John Wade, and leave."

He then turned and saw that Lucifer had sneaked away, heading over to meet Angelica, who was making her way toward the farmhouse with no Klaus in sight.

"Oh, no," he shook his head, running his fingers through his longer brown hair. "No, shit, shit, shit!"

Angelica suddenly came to a halt, bringing her clutch bag up in front of her belly and peering up at the tall man who had suddenly appeared in front of her. "Daddy…" she whispered in spite of herself, her breath picking up.

Lucifer's eyes lit up at the term of endearment that he thought he'd never hear again. He gave her a shy smile. "Angelica."

They stood in silence, staring at one another, the closest they'd been in what seemed like forever.

"You look very beautiful, darling," Lucifer complimented. "The color red suits you very well, although I have to admit I'm a little surprised not to see you purple. I haven't really seen you in red since you were a tiny thing."

Angelica blushed slightly. "Th-thank you. Yeah, now Victoria likes red more than I do. We just did up her room in red and black and white. Has a very Art Deco feel to it."

"Do you…do you remember…" Lucifer tried to get out, running his fingers through his black hair…that tutu…"

"You mean the red one that I wouldn't stop begging you to buy me?" Angelica smiled and laughed a little. "I do."

Lucifer let out a sigh of relief and buried his hands in his trouser pockets. "Every other little girl had a pink or white one, but you absolutely had to have a red one."

"Well, I was the star, so I had to stand out," Angelica smiled. "I thought if I got red…no one would forget me. I wouldn't get lost in the shuffle, like…" she trailed off and quickly changed the subject. "I was so excited when you bought me exactly what I wanted. It was so beautiful. I felt just like a princess."

"I admit it wasn't easy," he told her. "I had to get it all the way from Paris."

Angelica nearly choked on her spit when she heard this. "Well, you didn't need to. You could have bought me some twenty-dollar tutu from the shop down the corner and since I was basically four at the time, I wouldn't have known the difference."

"You might not have, but I would have," Lucifer replied, taking her hand and kissing it. "And just like you said, you were the star. I wouldn't have my daughter the star wearing cheap sequined nonsense from down the street! That was exactly what your mother told me, and I of course told her she was wrong. I would have gone to the moon to get it for you if that's what it took."

"Right," Angelica nodded, surprised by just how sincere he sounded. "I forgot who I was talking to."

"It's not wrong to want to have nice things," Lucifer told her. "Do you still get yourself nice things?"

"Yeah," Angelica nodded. "I…I had a really big wedding I did a few weeks ago and bought myself two bags of designer shoes with the commission." She smiled. "I do still like my shoes." She paused. "And whenever my friend Lucy calls me and tells me something by Van Gogh has come up for sale at her auction house."

"Do you do anything artsy?" Lucifer wanted to know. "Play any instruments, that sort of thing? I know you liked to listen to your brother and me play, but…"

"Oh, I still don't play music of any kind myself," Angelica replied. "I mean I might drum on a table with a hairbrush or a spoon if the mood strikes while I'm listening to the radio and dancing, but…yeah. It's mostly dance still. And photography. I have a dark room at my…at my place, and I develop photos and hang them after I take my camera on nature hikes."

"Does your friend Lucy ever sponsor gallery shows?" Lucifer asked. "If she did, maybe she could give you one for your pictures. You know I'd want to see them."

Angelica blushed. "You have to say that cause you're my dad."

"No, I have to say that because when you do something, you do it well," Lucifer replied, putting a hand under her chin and making it so she was looking up into his eyes. "You've never done something halfway in your life. Like when you were tired of asking Dexter or your mother or me to order you food, so you figured out where the call button was down to the kitchens and just started ordering your lunches and dinners and snacks yourself, even though you were just a little girl."

Angelica giggled. "They used to say suddenly hearing my voice was like hearing from Grandpa."

"Yes, but you were much nicer than he is, and they were all grateful that you said please and thank you for your nachos and grilled cheese and tomato soup." Lucifer made a face.

"That's true," Angelica nodded, leaning into him as he kissed her hair softly. "I always try to be polite, and I've taught Victoria to do the same."

"That's good," Lucifer told her. "I'm proud of you." He hugged her close again and Angelica hugged him, back, not wanting to pull away. "You…don't smell like cigarettes," she observed. "And the cologne's new. Did you stop smoking?"

"Yes," Lucifer nodded. "It's another one of those periods where I'm trying not to. And I have to say Chanel no. 5 works very well for you. Very classic."

"Nothing wrong with classic," Angelica smiled, feeling herself start to tear up. "I've missed you, Daddy," she got out." I really have."

Lucifer then took the handkerchief from his pocket and began gently wiping the tears from her eyes, just as a voice rang out, making her jump.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Lucifer?" The devil grabbed his daughter and held her protectively as Klaus strode toward them, not looking happy at all.