Hey, love! Congrats on 700! <3 I'd like to snag a headcanon, if I may. Tell me about Bones on his wedding day. Is he excited? Nervous? Terrified? Second thoughts? I'm picturing his marriage to Jocelyn, btw. Thanks! :)
On his wedding day to JOCELYN?! And people say I’m bad for angst ;)
Leonard wakes up in the morning and feels… different. The spot where Joce usually is curled in beside him is empty, and that side of him is strangely cold. She’d insisted on being traditional, so he knew he wouldn’t be seeing her until she walked down the aisle. It was a dumb tradition, as far as he was concerned. They’d been shacked up for months.
He doesn’t have much in the way of morning plans, and the wedding isn’t until late in the day, so he heads over to his parent’s house for breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and hot, strong coffee. Perfection.
David insists on taking him for a walk across the property, and giving him the Man Talk. How being a good husband is about more than just bringing home a paycheque, it’s about being present. It’s about listening without necessarily trying to fix things. It’s about being willing to do the pink jobs as well as the blue jobs. It was about loving Jocelyn not in spite of her flaws, but loving her and her flaws, completely, and without judgement.
After the Man Talk, Leonard was a little nervous. Eleanora took him aside and reminded him that he was a good man, and he would be a good husband. She pinched his cheek, with a wicked twinkle in her eye, and reminded him that he came from good people. And that he’d had a good example of how to behave in his father. She had no doubts he would be a good husband.
He was still nervous though. The weight of the commitment he was making was heavy.
He made his way home, showered, and shaved close - Joce hated when his stubble rubbed her skin. His suit was so crisp he hated to put it on, but as he fumbled with the knot for his tie, he looked in the mirror and realized he looked damn good. He had a little surge of pride knowing he was giving Jocelyn a handsome man, on top of an intelligent one.
As he made his way over to pick up his best man, he never once doubted he was making the right decision. Jocelyn had been the only woman for him since they’d met at that dance.
Once they were waiting in the groom’s room at the church, he practiced his vows. He was feeling the same level of anxiety as he often felt before exams, and wanted to make sure he didn’t flub or stumble on the promises he was making.
His palms were sweaty as he took his place at the front of the church. When the music swelled, and Jocelyn came through the doors and started down the aisle, his breath caught, and his eyes filled with tears. She was stunning. The red of the roses in her bouquet accented the red of her lips perfectly. The light lavender embroidery in her gown was set off by dark purple lilies.
She looked up at him, shyly, waiting for his approval and he blinked away the tears. “You are exquisite,” he managed. She flushed at the compliment, and brushed a piece of lint off the front of his lapels. “You’re quite dashing yourself,” she replied.
They turned and faced the officiant, linking pinky fingers as the ceremony began.
