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It was a storybook occasion in Washington D.C today when Henry Fox, still known affectionately as the Prince of England's Hearts regardless of his abdication nearly a year ago, married his longtime sweetheart, the charismatic first son, Alexander Claremont Diaz.
Hundreds came to celebrate the beautiful young couple, a couple all of the world adores.
The wedding reception hosts a who's who of international guests, including dozens of Tias, Tios, biasa, and Primos flying in from Mexico, and even a spattering of the most cherished loved ones from across the pond.
The day was magical.
This couldn't be real life. It was a Disney movie, Alex was sure of it. Someone needed to pinch him.
Everything had been perfect. Picture perfect. Beautiful, large yet private ceremony. Lots of family and friends, and no media attention. They'd kept the date and location under lock and key, they'd made sure of it.
And it went off without a hitch.
It's funny. He's seen Henry in a tux a billion times, but meeting his husband at the altar, it completely destroyed any inch of fickle belief he had that he wouldn't cry.
(He was a fool to think so).
Seeing Ellen and Katherine besides each other burning through kleenex by the second, his dad and Leo all proud smiles and tweaks to their hair. (he'd be so silently thankful at whatever agreement his dad and Leo came up with, where Oscar was indisposed fussing over Henry all morning, and Leo took care of him.)
Behind them stood their sisters, their best friends, and no one else.
Who else would it be but ‘the super six’?
Phillip even looked marginally less miserable today. By the grace of god.
It was perfect.
Alex took a break from trying to feed Henry his steak, while Henry insisted he try his salmon, to just stare at him. “Hey, husband”.
Henry rolled his eyes affectionately, for the thousandth time today.
Alex was obsessed. “You’re never going to stop now, are you?”.
Alex smiled and shook his head.
“Oh, not a chance. You’re legally stuck with me, I'm gonna be calling you my husband to anyone who'll listen all day long.”.
Henry chuckled. “Ah, so romantic, paperwork and legal terms. You’re lucky I love you and find you so endearing” Henry teased, pulling Alex in for the millionth sweet kiss of the day.
He could deny and tease all he wanted, the way Henry’s eyes sparkled- he was as overjoyed as Alex was.
Suddenly, Alex abruptly stood up from the banquet table, confusing even Henry.
It seemed like Everyone was nearly finished with The final course of the meal, and Everyone was beginning to resort back to quiet socializing.
Of course, the room slowly stopped at Alex’s tapping of his knife to his glass.
“Darling?”.
Alex just rubbed Henry’s shoulder in a way that promised everything was okay, and watched as Bea excitedly ran up with a microphone.
She looked far too keen.
“What in the heavens are you two doing?” He grinned.
Bea just smiled and giggled, running back to her seat, finger pressed to her lips.
“Just wait baby. Just wait” he winked before turning on the microphone and sitting back down, gazing into Henry’s eyes like he put the stars in the sky.
When Alex looked at Henry like that, It was easy to forget there were a few hundred other people in the room.
Then Alex started speaking.
“How are you this evening, my dear?”.
Realization and giddy glee flashed across Henry’s eyes and Alex decided the hours preparing were totally worth it.
Henry… Henry looked happier that Alex thought a person could be.
His person could be.
Alex smiled, patiently waiting and holding the microphone out for Henry to speak into it.
Henry was a bit slow, still struggling to wrap his head around the sheer fantasy before him.
“I know you know it baby” Alex whispered just for him.
“…Very well, although I wish you would not call me ‘my dear” Henry managed to make out through his massive smile.
“Why’s that?”
Something almost melancholy flashed across Henry’s face that nearly made Alex regret the whole plan. Until Henry smiled again, eyes just a bit wet.
“Because it’s what my father always called my mother when he was cross about something”
Alex smiled proudly.
“What endearments am I allowed?”
Henry made a show of this one, deep in thought in the cutest way.
Alex resisted the urge to reach out and kiss the crinkle of his nose.
Or maybe bite it.
“Well let me think… baby, for every day. Sweetheart for Sundays, and your majesty, but only on *very* special occasions”
Alex beamed at the ad libbing.
Look at his baby go.
Look at his husband go. His brilliant little darling.
“And what should I call you when I am cross then? Mr. Diaz-Fox?”
Alex very slowly said the last three words, his face full of joy. Excitement. Pride.
Henry felt choked up suddenly.
“No! You may only call me Mr. Diaz-Fox when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy”. Henry nearly whispered around a tight throat.
“Then how are you this evening, Mr Diaz Fox?”
And Alex was careful to correctly nail this part, leaning over to press a careful, loving kiss to Henry’s forehead.
Henry’s favorite, he knew it.
It made him feel safe and loved in all the warm and fuzzy ways.
And Henry giggled knowing what was coming next.
“Mr Diaz-Fox”
And a kiss to his cheek.
“Mr Diaz-Fox”. And another to his nose. Another Henry was very fond of.
“Mr. Diaz-Fox” and the other cheek.
Then one last whisper of “Mr Diaz Fox” and to the lips Alex went.
Alex placed the now off microphone off to the side, as the room erupted into cheers, hoots and Hollers mimicking those earlier that day.
Henry was smiling against his lips, with his arms tightly wrapped around his neck.
“How on earth-‘’
“I asked Bea for some advice for a grand, austentatious gesture and we stumbled onto the idea together. And she helped me memorize my lines, we had a feeling you wouldn’t need any help.” Alex winked
Henry searched his eyes with something like disbelief on his own.
“You- you- you’re … sometimes I can’t believe you know me so well. I’m the luckiest man alive. I have the most romantic husband ever. Truly, how are you so romantic?”.
“Hmmm… see, I recall that someone decided to memorize his vows en espanol this morning… I have to argue that I have the most romantic husband ever” Alex grinned.
Henry looked sheepish, as if he hadn’t professed his undying love for Alex, in Spanish, in front of their entire family and friends hours before.
“You know, marrying you may have robbed me of my main personality trait”
Alex furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head.
“Can’t be a hopeless romantic if my husband is the most romantic man on earth, can I?”.
“Oh yeah, you better be prepared to be wooed every day for the rest of your life, baby”. Alex grinned
“Is that so?”.
Henry shuffled his way to Alex’s lap, not a far transfer from his seat besides him.
Alex would be shocked at Henry’s bold affection if he hadn’t seen the 3 brandy’s he drank over the course of the night.
Lanky arms wrapped around his neck.
The best feeling in the world.
Hot breath fanned over Alex’s ear.
Maybe that was the best feeling actually.
“How about we sneak out early and hope no one notices?”
“I think I like the sound of that. Mister Diaz-Fox.”