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Married ❤️

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One could have said it was his habit of buying a new suit from Savile Row each time he got married, but in that case he had every intention to stop that tradition to this time. He, Uncle David and his grandpa Thomas had all gone there, an old tailor who grandpa Thomas knew from yesteryears took their measurements and, well, they looked mighty dandy.

Almost everyone in the family was there, Niall being the only one missing, but that, sadly, wasn't a surprise. Mikey had arrived with Isa and their son, Theo, and Miley had showed up with Jerry and Angie. Moira with her family. People from Freja's side as well, which was definitely really nice.

And the venue was spectacular! A vineyard in Tuscany, perfect place for a small, romantic wedding, and the party afterwards. An easy place for people with small children to stay, too. Heck, Tommy and Freja were people with small children as well.

He had been worried only about one thing. His jaw hitting the ground the moment he'd see Freja walk down the aisle, and that fear had been justified. Simply beautiful. The smile on her face. It all was perfect.

He had, of course, written his vows. He made a promise to love. To do his very best. To cherish, to honour, to have and to hold. He had written them down, but didn't need the paper now. When writing he had thought about the previous time he had said those words, and had to believe that he had meant them. Life just had happened differently than either he or Em could have imagined. He would do his very best now. To show Freja that he would never take her or her love for granted, but to appreciate it. Appreciate her. Until death do them apart. And even after that.