Today was the day.

Willard's Rest had been transformed into something from a fairy tale. The grass had been trimmed, lanterns had been hung, and as the sun began to set, serene calm and beauty fell across the property. Guests had begun arriving over the last few days until the house and barns were abuzz with laughter and activity. The old gang, except for Micah, were all in attendance, recent events were made old history and the beginnings of a new chapter were brewing as everyone began to settle in for the impending nuptials.

"You nearly ready Arthur?" John leaned against the door frame watching his brother fumble with his bowtie, a bottle of beer hanging loosely between his fingers.

"Goddamn thing won't stay tied." Arthur huffs, raking his hands frustratedly through his hair. "I look ridiculous."

Pushing himself from the door John can't help but chuckle, taking the tie in his hands he begins knotting the fine silk in the way Dutch had taught him as a boy.

"I won't argue with you there." John teases.

Arthur's scowl is quick to disappear as he admires John's handiwork, turning to admire the finely tied bow in the mirror. John watches him closely, taking in Arthur's unusually formal appearance; he would never admit it to him, but his brother looked good. He'd always been jealous of Arthur's looks, even before the scars, John had never received the same attention from women that Arthur had, yet Arthur had never paid any mind, instead he would shy away from any female interest. In John's opinion, Arthur's looks were wasted on him.

"I-I don't deserve her..." Arthur's voice is barely a whisper.

John snaps from his brooding to see Arthur frowning at his reflection.

"What?"

"Y/n... I don't deserve her...or Tris for that matter." He turns to John, his hand rubbing nervously at the back of his neck. "They deserve better than anything I can give John." Arthur's arms defeatedly dropping by his sides, a fearful expression paints his face.

"You're right they do deserve better..." John agrees, a wide smirk painting his mouth as Arthur looks like he had slapped him. "...and Abigail and Jack deserve better than me, but she chose me just like Y/n chose you." He jabs a finger to his brother's chest, driving his point home. "And we owe it to them to give them whatever they want. If they chose us, and they want us, we give them us, got it?"

Arthur huffs a laugh, strangely inspired by John's terrible pep talk. "Got it."

"Good," John smiles, straightening Arthur's collar before patting his shoulder. "Now let's go get you married, you handsome bastard."

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"Oh my god y/n she's beautiful." Tilly sighs as she rocks your daughter in her arms. She's surrounded by Mary-Beth, Karen, and Susan, who all coo and gush over baby Tris.

"She looks just like her daddy!" Mary-Beth exclaims, her finger reaching to tickle Tris's tiny cheeks.

"Poor girl..." Karen jokes, ducking quickly out of the way as you aim your brush at her head.

You can't help but laugh along, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by the old gang. The last few days had reminded you of old times and gave you and Arthur a welcome return to normalcy. Arthur had been worried about inviting them, he'd been nervous about how they would react over recent events, but you and John had convinced him they'd understand and of course they had. Now, as you prepare yourself for your wedding ceremony, you can't help but glow with happiness at being surrounded by your family.

"Here, let me help." Susan hurries over as Abigail begins to lower the veil onto your head, taking the other side she smooths down the fine lace. "There, now you're ready." She smiles, tears welling in her eyes.

"Thank you, Mis Grimshaw. It's beautiful." You squeeze her hand tightly.

"Well, my mother gave it to me to wear on my wedding day and since I never got to use it, I figured someone might as well. She'd turn in her grave if I just left it to rot in that cupboard." She smiles at you, smoothing the lace once more before excusing herself and leaving the room, a handkerchief discretely wiping away her tears.

"Well, shall we?" Abigail beams, offering her arm to you. "Time to finally become Mrs. Morgan.

"...Go now to your dwelling place, to enter into the days of your togetherness. And may your days be good and long upon the earth." Charles finishes the prayer, and your guests begin to clap and cheer.

You beam at Arthur before you, you were now officially his wife, the intimate Apache ceremony presented by Charles had been the perfect way to celebrate your love. Arthur smiles back, the creases in his eyes warming your heart further.

"I love you, Mrs. Morgan." He whispers so only you can hear before pulling you into a deep kiss, instantly losing himself into you.

If you could have bottled the moment to relive forever you would have. The feeling of his arms, tightly wrapped around your waist as his lips move against yours, the happiness in your chest as it sinks in that you were finally together, and the warmth of being surrounded by your friends and family was a moment you wanted to feel forever.

The rest of the evening was spent celebrating in the only way the gang knew how, by singing and getting blind drunk until the early hours of the morning. By two am, Jack and Tris were the only ones quietly sleeping in bed as the rest of the gang partied on.

"A-and then...A-Arthur and J-John here...come running out in nothing but a blanket!" Uncle doubles over wheezing as the rest of the gang erupt into loud laughter, yourself and Abigail grasp each other on the log in a fit of giggles, squealing in laughter at your husbands' expense.

John and Arthur mirror each other as they groan loudly and roll their eyes. Both of them are embarrassed and cursing at Uncle for bringing up that story.

"We're never going to hear the end of that now." Arthur sighs pinching the bridge of his nose while John buries his head in his hands.

"Oh-oh! I have another story!" Uncle chimes up giddily as he remembers another of John and Arthur's finer moments.

"NO!" Arthur and John yell together, both of the men desperate to put an end to the embarrassment.

"Oh but this one's a good one, this is about that time Arthur took John to the Bordello for the first time..."

"Allllright, she's heard enough!" Arthur scoops you up in his arm and carries you towards the house before you can hear any more.

"B-but Arthur!" you continue to giggle and protest, your arms tightening around his neck as he carries you into your room. " I really wanted to hear that one!"

He shakes his head sternly but his smile shows he's lighthearted about it, the story clearly more embarrassing than offensive. "Trust me, you don't..." he kicks the doors closed behind him and lays you gently on the bed, crawling over you and resting his hips against yours.

"It really seems like a story I'd wanna hear." You pout up at him, giving him your best pleading stare.

He drops his head until his forehead rests against yours and he whispers against your mouth. "Another time, I promise. Right now, I have a marriage to seal."

Your response is lost on your lips as he rolls his hips into yours, your eyes fluttering closed as the feel of his erection pressed against your core.

"You've no idea how hard it's been not being able to touch you." He emphasizes his point by sliding his fingers under your dress and against your dampening undergarments. "How much I missed this sweetheart."

Your body melts under his instantly, having been desperate to be with him too, you'd also found keeping yourself from him incredibly difficult. And now, as he pulls your wrists tight into his fist you groan frustratedly at the slow pace he's chosen to take.

"I think it's only fair I get to take my time with you after making me wait so long." He whispers before pressing a wet kiss to your neck, his lips trailing down your neck to the cleavage exposed by your dress.

"You looked so beautiful today." He stares up at you before pressing a kiss to your chest and your eyes flutter closed at the sensation. Your thighs begin to rub together seeking friction, desperate to relieve the building tension.

Arthur notices and glances down at where you were now trying to grind against him, returning his gaze to yours with a devilish smirk. "So needy sweetheart, do you want me to help you?

"Please!" you whine, so eager for him to help you find your release.

Arthur won't admit it, but he always loved when you were needy for him, he wasn't cocky by any means, but hearing you pleas for him boosted his ego in a way he desperately needed. To have someone as beautiful as you, begging him for release, was a drug he'd never get tired of.

"You made me wait so long darlin'." he teases slowly pushing your dresses up, lifting your hips effortlessly with his arms, and pulling it from your body. He stares down are your nakedness hungrily, before dropping his head and sucking a nipple between his lips, his tongue circling the bud hungrily.

"Oh god." You gasp at the feeling, already so riled up from his touch.

"Do you have any idea, how hard this was?" he releases your nipples and switches to the other, circling it playfully with the tip of his tongue. "How badly I wanted to feel you again?"

He draws back onto his knees so he's kneeling between your legs. Hooking his fingers slowly into the light material he slides your undergarments slowly down your legs, his eyes glued hungrily to glisten beginning to spread down your thighs. Arthur can't help but lick his lips at the sight, his mouth-watering with the anticipation of tasting you, but he can't rush into this yet, he wants this to last. He takes in the sight of you spread before him, his hands resting on your hips and dwarfing your tiny frame, your chest rising and falling breathlessly as you lay beneath him quivering with anticipation and need.

He is lost in the sight of you when your whine breaks him from his trance.

"Arthur please, I need you."

Wordlessly, he lowers his mouth to your core and sends your head flying back against the bed as you gasp at the contact. His tongue traces your folds with hunger before finding your clit, feeling you tense in pleasure he begins to suck, holding your hips down while you try desperately to grind against his face.

"Oh god, that's it don't stop." You pant as you feel that long-awaited tingle pooling at the base of your spine. You fist your hands in his hair, earning a moan from deep within Arthur's throat.

Sensing you're close to releasing, he slides a finger into you, enjoying the feeling of you clench around him. Curling it gently, he strokes you from within and you lose all sense of reality as your relief crashes through you, causing your thighs to tighten around his head. Arthur works you through the orgasm, not letting up until you're scrambling back and pushing him away.

"Too much!" you pant and fall back breathlessly against the bed as Arthur hums a laugh and stands to slowly undress.

You peek open heavy eyelid, drunk on your own pleasure, to see your husband standing there in all his glory. His strong chest, still tight with muscle from working on the property, a light dusting of hair fans out across it, except for where the scars paint a story, their paler skin shining in the low light. He truly was beautiful, and you still couldn't believe he was the father of your child.

"Arthur..." you begin but he quickly silences you with a kiss. His lips forcing you back against the bed as he crawls on top of you.

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As he enters your mouth with his tongue he lines himself with your entrance, slowly coating himself in your release. With a single thrust, he enters you, both of you groaning with relief and pleasure at the tantalizing glide of your walls against him.

"God damn sweetheart I've missed this." He moans into your mouth, his voice sounding strained and caught between pain and pleasure. "You feel so goddamn good around me."

Arthur buries his face into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and causing you to gasp and clench around him as he begins a steady rhythm. It's easy to lose yourself in Arthur and you feel yourself quickly falling under his spell; one hand slides along your hip, while the other gets lost in your hair, holding you impossibly close to him as he works you both closer to ecstasy.

"You made me so damn happy...uh god." He loses begins to lose himself in the feeling, his hips stuttering against yours. "I don't think I can last much longer." His words fall through gritted teeth as he groans into your hair, your fingers claw desperately at his back as his pubic bone begins to grind deliciously against your clit.

"Arthur, I'm..." he steals your words by crashing his lips desperately to yours as he feels you begin to flutter around him, triggering his release he coats your walls with his spend, sighing your name like a prayer against your lips.

Arthur rolls off of you, pulling you onto his chest, you both lay panting and sweating, enjoying the afterglow of months of built-up tension. After gaining his breath back, and blood flow to his brain, Arthur is the first to speak.

"Did that feel as amazing as it did because we're married now, or because we waited so long? He turns and pulls your leg between his, wrapping his arms around you and stroking your back lovingly, "because that has got to have been the best sex I've ever had."

You can't help but laugh at his boyish charm, leaning up you press your lips to his, still feeling butterflies like the first time you kissed.

"Well, we can test the theory." You whisper against his lips and you feel his lips turn into a smile before he kisses you again, sliding his hands slowly up your back to tangle in your hair and deepen the kiss.

"God I love you, Mrs. Y/n Morgan." He rolls you onto your back, pressing wet kisses down the column of your throat.

"I love you too, Arthur Morgan."