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He was nervous.
Really, really fucking nervous.
Sweating, shaking his legs continuously and trying his best to do breathing exercises kind of nervous.
Just like that fateful night he readjusted his tie over a million times, making sure his beard looked clean enough once again, and he doesn’t know how many times he checked himself. He had to make sure everything was more perfect than perfect.
His hair was slicked back and properly cut and groomed, and although he had lost a bit of length doing so because he had so many dead ends, it was still plenty to run the fingers through.
His outfit was rather nice, if he did say so himself. White chaps, too many layers of different shades of white, or cream or eggshell or whatever- in the form of vests and shirts and jackets, complete with the iconic hat and boots. White as well.
He wasn’t much of a religious man but now he was praying there would be absolutely no stains. There weren’t any stains, right?
He had already asked himself that four times, and for the fourth time confirmed there were no stains.
He was set to go. His nervousness and excitement mushed together to make his hands go numb, his heart pounding out of his chest.
When he left the little suite, and walked just a little farther, he could see you.
He had to squint, the sun was a little too high but a little too low not to. Which meant it was also in the perfect position, if you two timed it right. You two would, if he wasn’t standing there for what felt like hours, staring, and he was crying over how handsome you looked right then.
He was crying over the fact you two were truly doing this, and that you had chosen him, and that everything made you look so…
He was just crying over a lot, nothing sad, but a lot.
He had to drag himself up there with you, and both of you were smiling and crying a little, and nothing even started.
“You look mighty fine today.”
“So do you.”
He adjusted his hat to hide the expression on his face. He still had some dignity to maintain.
“You ready, darlin?”
“I’ve been waiting on you.”
“…I have to look nice, you know?”
You both shared a kiss, and the officiant chastised the both of you for being so eager.
You could see how impatient he was getting, fidgeting constantly, and looking at the two rings in front of you.
He barely made it through his vows without breaking down-
“I could spend a million lifetimes with you. But I’m still so glad I get to spend this one with the person who I know will love me through sickness and health because he’s gotten me through it all-”
He did break down when you said yours, and you had to laugh at how emotional he was for putting on the whole tough guy act.
Then, you both said “I do.”
Then he got really twitchy.
“I now pronounce you husband, and husband”
The officiant didn’t get a chance to finish because you felt beard against your skin as he kissed you like a starved man and you were the only food around.
“You’re my husband.”
“You’re my husband too.”
“Darlin, I love you so much.”
Sure, you didn’t have any guests. Something private for just you both. But the sunset, which he made sure you two would get married during, and the words and touches you two shared were plenty.
You two had each other, til death do you part.