Everyone expected a shotgun wedding but Rian sat and ordered everyone to do everything for him and Roxy while he planned out.

Aria had expected Rian might go for an outdoor wedding near her beach villa above the ridge but he chose what nobody had expected, a gothic theme. Amelia and Aria had turned to Curtis because gothic meant choosing total dark especially black, blood red, maroon and rustic colors.

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To everyone's surprise, Curtis was excited about a new style he had never attended in his life. Rowan would be happy just seeing their children happy so he was helping them even solidify the gothic style. Alan didn't care and Amelia was over cloud nine after knowing they were going to have a baby too.

Rian took the whole planning on himself excluding the guest list. Alan also had to arrange and order a few things thinking Aria will pull up work for her Beauty's wedding.

It almost took nearly a month to finally gather everything that was needed.

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On the wedding day

No one was allowed inside the wedding hall other than in a black outfit. It was clearly mentioned in the invitation card about the color hence the guards weren't thinking twice before siding the people away whoever tried to show over smartness.

The guest list was large and the guest started to assemble half an hour prior to their assigned chairs looking at everything in astonishment. The whole hall was in black and no white lights or daylight was in the huge hall. The golden fairy lights and candle lights were a source of light inside the hall.

Arsh who was standing next to his father tugged his pants to get attention, "Dad, why didn't you marry Mom?"

Alan scooped him up to face the little man straight, "I married my wife as soon as she was eligible to marry."

Arsh tried but failed to remember seeing pictures of Aria and Alan's wedding. First, he responded to his father's line, "Were you afraid Momma would like somebody else that you married right after marriage age? And what is the age to get married?"

Alan controlled smiling at his son. Arsh was like him, doesn't mingle with people easily and he was also like Aria who nonstop asks questions for every new thing. "Nope, Momma only loves me. Her heart belongs to me, she is mine but for society and laws, weddings and marriage are important so I made her mine in all forms. The martial age for men is 22, for women is 20 in our country whereas it is 18 in country S and it is different in other countries."

Arsh took time to understand everything looking at his father's tie before he raised his head and spoke, "Momma loves me and Snow too. Her heart… She has us in her heart too. We are hers as soon as we were born, then why can't I marry Momma when I turn twenty-two?... And…"

He tried to remember what he left, "Why don't you have wedding pictures? Did you guys elope?"

Alan was amused but also a little grim hearing his son wanting to steal his wife, "When you turn 22, Momma will be 46. She will be old."

"Age is just a number, Dad." Arsh patted his father's shoulder and the duo heard a melodic chuckle grabbing their attention.

"Aww, my baby wants to marry me. Why don't you want to wait and marry a beautiful girl of your age?"

Arsh moved to Aria's arms when she neared and responded hugging her neck, "Other girls are troublesome. My momma is beautiful and smart."

Aria cued Alan to make her sit on the high stool so he obeyed, he lifted her and made her sit, he stood without unwrapping his arms around Aria to listen to them.

"Baby, we are a family, we can't marry with whom we have blood relations. Just like how you can't marry your sister, you can't marry me too."

Alan interjected, "Hence she is mine only."

Arsh pressed his lips tightly wanting to counter but didn't. He thought if he can't marry, then he can't call his mother his.

Aria noticed him staring at his father and chuckled again, "Baby, Yes, I am your father's wife and I am also your mother. As much as your father is mine, you and Snow are also mine."

Alan interjected, "Nope, he will marry somebody and make her his world."

Aria couldn't believe Alan was competing with Arsh and the latter butted in, "The mother's world is her children."

Aria chuckled hearing her son trying to beat his father but Alan countered again, "My wife's world is her husband…"

Aria: "..." She speechlessly sat watching her man and her little man fighting for no reason.

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At the corner, Arna watched her aloof father and cool brother fighting. She turned to Finn who was speechless, "Darling, did you fight with Dad for my momma like this?"

Finn's eyes widened hearing her but they soon came back to composure, "Snow, why will I fight for your momma?"

Arna patted his shoulder and hugged him, "I heard granny say Momma and Dad met when momma was a cutesy baby. Would you and Momma marry if you met her first?"

Finn always knew Arna was a smart child for her age but this question was what he hadn't expected, "No, why didn't you born twenty years early, I would have married you."

Arna giggled at Finn and revealed holding his face, "I know you love my momma. My Momma is a dummy but... My Dad is the best. You have me so don't be sad."

Finn's smile was bittersweet. How much ever he loves Snow, he always knew her father would stand above all, he understands it but it was still bitter to know Alan won whether it's Snow or Aria.

"Snow, I don't want your Momma. Let her be with your brother and father, you be with me." Finn jovially said brightening her mood.

"Yay, let's go and crash the wedding." Arna cheered and the duo left the corridor.

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When Aria again left to check on Rian's wedding tux, Arsh and Alan glared at each other before the little one grimly spoke, "Dad, even Snow wants to have a fairy wedding and you didn't wed my momma."

He requested after a thought, "I will arrange a wedding for you two when I start working like you. May I be your best man and Snow as…?" He didn't know what Snow would be however he was sure his father knows what he was trying to say.

Alan had asked Aria for a wedding but she had pushed off saying 'it's alright, what matters is we are together.' He asked, hearing his son say so gravely, "Did you hear momma speak about it?"

Arsh shook his head and repeated Amelia's line, "Granny said every girl dreams to have a memorable wedding."

Alan was silent looking at Arsh who didn't evade his gaze even for a second, "Will you help me arrange a surprise and best wedding for Momma?"

A decisive and determined baby tone sounded, "I will."