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Once, but never again.

Which was a good thing too because Moira wasn't planning on ever marrying someone other than Harry.

She'd read about how stressful planning a wedding was, seen movies about it and whatnot. To prevent that, they'd decided to hire a wedding planner. Everything was set up to their liking, there was a strict time schedule and all was generally as perfect as could be. But regardless, Moira had never felt more stress running through her veins, making her heart beat a million miles an hour and transforming her into a literal bridezilla.

"I can't do this."

"Yes you can, I believe in you. Think of how happy the younger and lesser Stones will be when he sees his fiancé coming down the aisle in a dress like that... And besides, everything's already been paid for so there's no going back anyway."

"You're not helping, Lizzy!"

At that point, Moira was on the brink of hyperventilating.

Just then, the middle-aged wedding planner walked in, holding Moira's flower crown and bouquet. When she saw her client crouched on the floor, with the massive white dress spread around her, she gasped and quickly freed her hands on the vanity table.

"Oh honey, no no no, don't cry, you wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours now would you?" Joan tapped her cheek the way a mother would.

Moira looked down at her dress with a sulky expression. "No."

"That's what I thought. Now tell me what's going on?"

"She," Moira pointed an accusing finger at her almost sister-in-law. "Is demotivating me!"

In reply, Joan clapped her hands together and opened the door. "Grab the kids and get a roll on, Elizabeth. My assistant's outside to check the list with you."

Lizzy playfully tapped her Bella's butt, sending her out the door, and grabbed a very reluctant Ollie by his hand. "Don't call me Elizabeth."

"I will if I have to."

She bowed. "Yes ma'am."

Moira pecked Ollie cheek, ruffled his curls a little -to bring them into model-and told him she'd see him later, to which he replied, "You look weally pwetty, mommy."

Once the three of them had exited the dressing room, Moira exclaimed a scream and plopped down on the chaise lounge, her dress flying all over the place and covering her face from sight.

"Dear lord, honey where did all these pent up emotions come from?"

"I want to tell you but then I'll cry and you'll be angry I ruined my makeup." The sound of her voice was muffled by the fabric of her dress.

"You better not cry then." Joan said sternly. "Now get up, we gotta get this show on the road."

"Can't we just sit here and talk for a while longer."

"You're paying me to plan your wedding, not to be your therapist."

Moira groaned, violently uncovering her face from the fabric. "I hate that you're right."

Meanwhile, Finn stepped forward and clasped his hand on his best friend's shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Relax, Haz."

Until then, Harry hadn't even noticed how nervous he truly was. He figured it was okay to feel like that. Hell, every man was nervous on his wedding day. It's practically mandatory and nothing to be ashamed of. Still, he did not understand why he felt nervous.

There weren't even many people sitting in the rows of chairs that had been set out, approximately 30 maybe. And he was used to performing in front of large crowds anyway so the number of guests couldn't be the problem. Maybe he was 'nervous' because the weatherman said it was supposed to be a rainy day, even though there wasn't a cloud in sight and the sun was burning down on the crown of their heads, he couldn't help but feel worried.

People were chatting amongst themselves out in the crowd; there were three rows on each side with the aisle in the middle.

The wedding wasn't big and fancy, rather small and personal. They'd chosen for an outdoor ceremony, near the Canadian border, in the middle of a massive wildflower field. It was quite an impressive sight. There were mountains in the distance and a small stream, adding up to the 'wow' effect.

Harry stood in front of the flower arch that was made of the same wildflower they were surrounded by, he had his four best men standing beside him; Finn, Cade, Isaac and Heath. Moira had one bridesmaid, which was Lizzy-of course.

He stared straight down the aisle, seeing it still empty and wondering when this was supposed to start -he had no idea. Harry pulled his dark sleeve up to check his watch for the time but then realized he didn't wear one, and groaned.

He shifted his weight on his feet, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it. His eyes tightened into a glare when he spotted a teeny tiny cloud it the sky. It better not start raining!

"She's going to walk down that aisle." Finn murmured reassuringly. "She will."

"I know."

His facial features grew narrowed when the sound of a piano started being played by the woman they hired. It had been a struggle to bring the grand instrument out there, in the middle of nowhere, but no costs had been spared. Not for his Moira.

Speaking of the devil, where was she?

He was growing slightly antsy when he still didn't see her. However, when Bella appeared from a distance, sporting a pearly white dress and a wildflower crown decorating her hair, he felt his nerves somewhat lift. She hurried down the aisle, sprinkling wildflowers all over the ground. His spirits lifted even further a few seconds later when he spotted their two-and-a-half year old son hobbling behind, who got a little confused by his cousin's actions and tried to pick the flowers back up saying, "Messy."

He was the epitome of adorable as he wore a miniature version of his daddy's wedding suit and had his curls pushed back in the same fashion Harry's hair was.

Lizzy followed the two kiddos, guiding them down the aisle. She took the flowers from Ollie's little hands and softly explained to him that they were supposed to remain on the ground -which caused their observing audience to burst out in good intended laughs.

At the end of the aisle, Lizzy went to stand on the opposite side of where the five men -plus the marriage officiant-were standing. Bella took a seat in one of the chairs and Ollie made his way to his daddy's mom, who pulled him into her lap and kissed his forehead. Cassie flashed her son a quick thumbs up as she smiled widely at him.

Come on, baby. Be there. Harry silently urged his fiancé.

And just in that moment, his breath hitched in his throat when her dress came into view; the entire world stopped around him. Everyone rose out of their seats to look at her and the sound of the piano, 'oohs' and 'wows' didn't even hit him when he saw Moira appear at the end of the aisle.

Holy fucking shit.

He was stunned, speechless. Because in front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life-an angel, a woman radiating life and light. Her eyes were downcast to the floor, shy and embarrassed, hesitant to be walking the aisle by herself even though her mother was carrying the train of her dress behind her. Moira held the front of her dress so she wouldn't trip; her long blonde hair fell in soft waves, framing her feminine features gently, and atop her head was the same crown of wildflowers Bella wore.

His mind flashed back to the day they met, and he was reminded of how he never could have imagined -not even in his wildest dream-that Moira would eventually become his wife, the mother of his child. And hopefully soon, the mother of his children. She walked slowly, with purpose. Harry didn't see any of the other people around, they faded to the background because his entire focus -his entire being was focused on the breathtaking creature coming towards him.

What had he done to deserve her? He did not know. All he did know was that he would do everything in life to keep her happy, to make her feel as beautiful and loved as she deserved to feel. There was nothing better in the world than meeting someone who was able to understand and get to know you-to forget the past, to look past it and see you. And there was definitely nothing like that same person falling in love with you.

Her lively blue eyes rose to meet his bashfully, cautiously, and his soul felt like it was beaming at her. He wanted her to run across the aisle-to hurry, yet he didn't want to look away. Harry was blinded by her, completely blinded, and he would not have it any other way. Moira must've seen what she had hoped to see, because suddenly, her entire face lifted into a broad grin, and he could feel his own face doing the same.

That was when he noticed the subtle stream of tears sliding down his face. He blinked furiously, not wanting to lose sight of his almost-wife, causing Moira to send him a fond smile. He did not feel ashamed to be crying in front of all these people, 'real men don't cry' be damned! Her beauty had reduced him to tears and he was not ashamed to admit it. She deserved it, every bride did.

When she got close enough, he held out his hand to hold, and her soft skin met his; her hands were slightly shaking with nerves. Harry muttered under his breath, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"I could say the same about you."

"I am the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?"

Moira snorted in an unladylike manner. "You know what I meant, Stones."

He chuckled and hid his nerves because he wanted to give the impression that he was completely confident; if he appeared nervous, then surely she'd get even more nervous. They both turned to face the marriage officiant and he started saying the speech. They'd practiced this a few times before and so each of them knew exactly what to do. Harry could instantly feel himself relax from this certainty.

Their vows were simple and traditional, with a slight touch of Moira and Harry squeezed in between.

"Do you, Harraël Elay Stones, take Moira Mae King to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," he said without a moment of hesitation as Moira took his ring from the cushion and gently slid it on the right finger.

"Do you, Moira Mae King, take Harraël Elay Stones to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Moira whispered, and he took her engagement ring from her finger and slid it on the ring finger of her left hand. After that he, too, took the wedding band from the cushion and gently slid the ring on the right finger. They shared meaningful smiles and Harry wanted nothing more than to kiss the living hell out of her because she looked so-

"You may kiss the bride." The officiant confirmed suddenly. Harry had ignored his thoughts, being drowned in the woman in front of him, so when the man finally announced what he had been waiting for, he paused for a split second before cupping Moira's cheeks with both hands and connecting their lips in a subtle but tender kiss.

Their audience applauded loudly, and Finn made an unprofessional catcall, causing Harry's lips to twitch up in a smirk, but he continued to stare down at his wife after he drew back. His eyes were bright and playful now, looking proud and smug.

Now to the legal part of the wedding, they signed the papers, as well as their two witnesses; Lizzy and Finn. Finally, she was his. And he was hers.

"I present to you, Mr and Mrs Stones."

Ollie shifted off of his grandmother's lap and hurried towards his parents, his face contorted into a distraught expression as he stretched his arms upwards, jumping up and down. "And Ollie!" he exclaimed, obviously a little upset he was being left out.

Harry chuckled and picked him up, safely holding their son against his chest with one arm while he took a hold of his wife's hand with the other. The three of them walked down the aisle, followed by rounds of cheers.

The ceremony moved smoothly into the reception, taking place in a renovated barn, a walking distance away. But for those who did not feel like walking -someone like Moira, who wore a dress with a 5ft train-there were several open roof jeeps awaiting.

The inside of the barn was decorated and illuminated with strings of fairy lights, giving it an almost magical feel. In the middle, there lay a massive, white squared rug -the designated dancefloor. A DJ-booth was placed to the side, as well as a well-equipped bar. There was one, long table where everyone would be having dinner later on -with Harry, Moira and Ollie seated next to each other at the head of it.

Moira was lead to the same dressing room she'd been in earlier. And got changed into her reception dress, which was equally as beautiful as her official wedding dress though not nearly as grand and princess-like. When she returned, dancing lights were flashing the dance floor. Harry approached her, his arm hugging her body to his side protectively as they greeted the guests who came to wish them congratulations. They remained like that the entire evening, glued to each other. During the speeches, dinner, the cutting of the cake and their first dance.

Ollie fell asleep in his mommy's arms around 9pm, and Moira felt like crying as she studied his boyish features, looking so peaceful as he snuggled into her warm hold. Knowing that she wouldn't be seeing him for two weeks, the longest time they'd been apart yet, her heart ached.

"He'll be alright, baby." Harry told his wife as he placed his hands on her shoulders, massaging her tense muscles. "He's got two doting grandmothers to take care of him."

"I know that. It's just.. I'm going to miss him so much."

"Me too. And hopefully, he'll miss us too."

Moira giggled softly, trying not to wake their sleeping angel. "He better."

"Tell you what," he said, kissing her exposed neck and occupying the vacant seat beside her. "We'll wake him up when it's time to leave and tell him goodbye, okay?"

"But what If he has trouble falling asleep afterwards?"

"The day's excitement drained the energy out of him, he'll sleep just fine."

They had already tried to explain to him a few days prior, that after the wedding, mommy and daddy would go away for two weeks, and that Grandma Cassie and Grandma Emelia would stay at the apartment to keep him and Fox company. To that announcement, Ollie had casually answered, "Okay." And continued playing with their loyal Beagle pup -who was no longer a pup but still acted like it.

At the end of the evening, It was time to leave. When they woke him up, however, Ollie did not simply tell them 'okay'. The complete opposite, in fact. He kicked and screamed, trying to worm himself out of Cassie's grip as his parents walked to the awaiting car. A waterfall of tears streamed down his chubby cheeks and the sight had broken both Moira and Harry's hearts in a million pieces.

Moira tried to tell herself it would have been even worse if they hadn't said goodbye. But as they were about to leave, her mother instinct kicked in. Tearing herself away from Harry's arms, she nearly ran back to their upset child, not caring about her couture dress as she dropped her knees to the dirty ground and hugged him tightly to her chest, wiping his tears away and kissing his forehead repeatedly.

"Oliver Flynn I need you to listen to mommy real good now, okay?" she sniffed, having trouble talking without sounding like a sobbing mess. She stood up with Ollie in her arms and stared down at his teary face.

"Okay." Ollie croaked.

"Mommy and daddy are going away for two weeks and you're going to have loads of fun with your grannies, and when we come back, we'll have all kinds of presents for you."

He blinked. "Pwesents?"

"Yes, because we're going to miss you soooo much and we love you."

Ollie beamed up at his mother, his tears seemingly long forgotten.

"Do you remember how much mommy and daddy love you?"

"To the moon and back." He shot her a toothy grin, looking rather proud of himself.

"That's right, baby. To the moon and back." She kissed his cheek. "Are you going to be a good boy for your grannies?"

"Yes!" he pushed a fist up in the air, making her laugh.

"I'm proud of you. Now give mommy a kiss 'cause we gotta go."

Ollie planted a clumsy, wet kiss on his mommy's cheeks and did the same to his daddy as he offered a cheek to him. Harry ran a hand through their son's curls and briefly caressed his cheek. "We love you, Ol."

"To the moon and back!"

The car ride to the airport was quiet. Husband and wife were exhausted from the day's events, emotionally, mentally and physically. And so, it didn't come as a surprise that when the plane departed, they both fell asleep within minutes -still in their reception outfits.

Because Moira didn't think Harry picking the destination of their honeymoon by himself was fair, they chose to split the two weeks up. In the first week, Harry would take his wife to a secret destination. And in the second week, it was Moira's turn to do the same.

12 hours later, the pair arrived at the mysterious airport. They were well-rested, although their muscles were slightly aching from the positions they'd been sleeping in. Or rather, the clothes. They both changed into more comfy clothes and when they exited the plane, Moira's mouth dropped open as she stared at the 'welcome to...' sign.

"Harry!"

"Are you happy?"

The air was punched from his lungs and he struggled to keep his balance as Moira suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. "I'll take that as a yes." He managed to wheeze out.

Like a kid in a candy store, Moira watched with wide eyes as the enticing, nightly landscapes of Kauai -the oldest inhabited Hawaiian island-passed by the window. The taxi they were in would take them to St Regis Princeville; a luxurious resort located on a secluded beach cove on the north coast of the island. The sky was painted in colors of fire as the sun was about to rise, its beauty captivating all onlookers.

Around 6am, they entered their room and Harry excused himself to relieve his bladder in the ensuite bathroom. When he returned, his wife was spread across the bed in nothing but white, lace lingerie.

He shot her a look that sent shivers all over her body; his eyes literally devouring her. Moira's legs clenched together when she felt that all too familiar tug on her stomach and pressure on her naval, sending her into a relentless game of tug-of-war with pleasure and want. She let her thighs touch as her centre leaked her desire freely, her entrance starting to throb in time with the irrational beating of her heart.

"Tell me what you need, baby." He approached the bed, climbing atop of it and taking a seat behind her. The words he spoke were like a beacon of hope to her, and she became emotional enough to give a soft, mewling cry.

"Touch me."