The Cupid Seller Epilogue: You Are In Love
Word Count: 5.8k
Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader
Chapter Summary: A year after Cupid’s arrows bring you and Marcus together, you turn to the gods again—to invite them to your wedding.
Warnings: nondescript gender neutral reader, no use of Y/N, friends to lovers, co-workers to lovers, Roman mythology, art history, mentions of food and eating
Author’s Note: Remember when I said I had something else, something special planned for these two? Surprise! I wrote them an epilogue!
Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who has participated in and enjoyed The Cupid Seller Valentine’s Extravaganza. I had so much fun celebrating this wonderful story with you all, and I hope you did too.
Suggested Songs: “You Are In Love (Taylor’s Version)” by Taylor Swift, “Venus and Mars (Reprise)” by Wings, “Lavender Haze” by Taylor Swift, “Juno” by Sabrina Carpenter
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Cupid and Venus weren’t the only ones who had a hand in love.
In fact, they only really played major roles in the beginning of a relationship—the initial attraction and desire and the subsequent love affair. The love of Cupid and Venus is made of explosive flames, the quick onset of something radiant.
Juno is the goddess that makes that flame last.
Sure, Venus had some importance over weddings—as the goddess of love, it was expected—but it was Juno who was the goddess of marriage. The one who presided over long-term romances and helped lovers to grow into the right relationship—together.
After all, she was the queen of the gods, most well-known for being the wife of Jupiter, the king of the Roman gods.
And she took that role incredibly seriously.
You see, Jupiter was like Venus, in a way—never satisfied with the love he had been tied to for eternity. He had many affairs, with other gods and with mortals. But Juno was different from Vulcan. She wasn’t content to sit by and let the affairs happen.
The bond of marriage meant something deeper to her. So, for every lover Jupiter took, Juno doled out consequences.
She stayed in the relationship, sticking beside him amidst it all. She made it known how he hurt her, and then she would forgive—but she would never forget.
From her own experiences with infidelity, Juno took on a fierce protection of those who had been affected by it, too. Those who had been cheated on, left behind for someone else.
She made sure that they could find their lifelong loves, and that they would be completely and utterly devoted to each other until death came to their door.
She didn’t want them to have to go through it over and over and over again, like she had.
And when the wedding bells chimed, the rituals completed at the start of a marriage, she was there to help the lovers to build their lives together. She walked alongside them in domesticity, supporting them as they built up their love, their home, their family.
Unlike so many of the gods and mortals who walked the earth, she never strayed from those she cared about.
And she protected those she blessed so they wouldn’t stray, either.
If there had been any part of you that thought the haze that had settled over you and Marcus in Paris would fade when you returned to the States, you would have been dead wrong.
If anything, the love between you just got stronger.
Life went on, as you knew it would. New cases came in, new stolen paintings to find. You went back to the routine you had always followed, slipping back into the way your life had been before the gods decided to intervene.
Of course, Marcus had been your best friend before, but now there was scarcely a moment where he wasn’t there beside you in some way.
Whether it was spending the night at his place after work, having lunch together after a particularly boring meeting, strolling through the city at dusk, or simply keeping each other in your minds, you were always together.
And it felt good. It felt right.
The cold of winter was soon to pass, and spring brought with it a warmth that you had never felt before. You had admired Marcus before for how much of himself he put into the things he cared about, and now that you were firmly at the top of that list, you were finding out just how much he had been holding back on showing his affections.
It was as if gentle waves lapping on a beach had turned into enormous waves, the kind you were all too eager to run to and ride.
The two of you fell easily into a new routine, one where you spent your days living between your two homes and exploring the city you lived in with the same rose-colored lens you’d had in Paris. In quiet moments and in the hectic hustle and bustle, you fell deeper in love with Marcus every single second you spent by his side.
And when he asked you to move in with him as summer dawned, there was no hesitation when you said yes.
“Who was that woman today?” you asked Marcus one evening as you made dinner in the kitchen. “I saw her sit in at your case briefing this morning, and then when I came to get you for lunch, you were in a meeting with her.”
It wasn’t an accusation, by any means—simply a curiosity. Since he was the head of the task force, he brushed elbows with a lot more people than you did, many of them directors with a lot more clearance than you had. You figured the woman had been one of them—a higher-up observing his performance as the team leader, someone there to see how he was doing, or maybe determining if he deserved a promotion.
Who she actually was, though, you weren’t prepared for. At this point though, after everything you’d been through, you really shouldn’t have been as surprised as you were.
“That was Minerva,” Marcus answered nonchalantly from where he was standing near the stove. “The goddess of wisdom, justice, and the arts.”
You stopped your movements as your eyes looked to him in shock. “I’m sorry, who?”
“Minerva,” he repeated, smirking a bit when he saw how your jaw had dropped. “She’s been keeping tabs on us, since, you know, everything we do is right up her alley. And now that we know about the gods, she wanted to stop by to see how we do things, then she stayed to offer some advice.”
You thought back to the woman you’d seen in the conference room earlier that day. She hadn’t seemed particularly remarkable, her hair pulled back at the base of her neck and her professional attire indicating she was important, but not that kind of important.
But, then again, none of the other gods you’d met had seemed that important, either.
You nodded slowly as you resumed working on the meal. “Did she have anything interesting to say?”
He ducked his head with a grin as he recited her words, as if he’d been repeating them in his head all day. “Art is the heart and soul of humanity. Do not take its constant presence in your lives as anything less than divine love.”
After that day, Marcus set his sights on learning more about the Ancient Romans, researching in earnest so he could know more about the gods you’d met—and the ones you hadn’t. He wanted to know which ones he could work with, seeing what they did and how they could fit into your everyday lives.
He eventually started to set up little altars around the house, leaving offerings and sending out prayers as he built everlasting connections with deities. As he did, the gods stopped being merely omnipresent beings.
They became confidantes. They became friends.
Minerva, you later learned, had gained Marcus’s favor long before they actually met. And now that they had, she was all too happy to talk with him, discussing cases and strategies and various works of art over coffee once a month.
You proudly watched as Marcus became an even better agent with every meeting he had with the goddess.
Of course, he never lost contact with the goddess who started it all, with Venus being a constant presence in your lives.
And although you never got quite as deep into godly worship as Marcus did, that didn’t mean you were without divine connections of your own. You grew quite close to Diana, the goddess of the hunt and of animals, as she helped you with your target practice in the Bureau’s gun ranges and guided you when you found—and ultimately adopted—a stray.
And of course, you never lost your friendship with Psyche, either.
The woman you had once known as a French federal agent had dropped the persona completely now, fully being her true self when she was around you. Though she still had her godly duties to attend to, she was always down for lunch or simple wandering with you whenever she could. And as you got closer to her, you realized just how deep your friendship with her truly went.
Psyche proved herself an excellent judge of character, able to complain with you about those who had done you wrong or kindly nudge that maybe someone had just had a bad day. She was an excellent listener, and you could understand why so many modern psychology words had gotten their roots from her name. She was the goddess of the soul, and every time you spoke with her, you knew she wouldn’t lead you on or lie to you—or at least, not anymore.
The only other person in your life whose relationship with you could compare was Marcus.
As your relationship morphed and grew further into romance, he never gave up on the things that made him your best friend for all those years in the first place.
His thoughtfulness, the deep care he held for those around him, the hard work he put into every aspect of his life—he was a lot more open about sharing these things with you, and you were more vocal about appreciating him for all he did.
And where that would lead, well—you certainly never complained when he chose to show you just how much he appreciated your praises of him.
“I need your help with something,” Marcus said lowly, looking around the street market anxiously to make sure you wouldn’t see who he was speaking with. “Something important.”
The woman behind the flower stand just smiled knowingly, the copper hair pushed back on her head blending in beautifully with the beginnings of autumn foliage.
“Anything, dearie,” Venus cooed. “Though I think I know what this is about.”
She stood there a moment, arranging a bouquet, clearly waiting to hear Marcus say why he had asked to meet with her out loud.
He sighed, visibly swallowing.“I want to propose.”
The goddess feigned shock, excitement dancing behind her eyes at his declaration. “What wonderful news! The gods will surely rejoice at your union.”
Marcus chuckled at her, ducking his head as his face turned warm. “Venus, I have to actually ask first.”
“And that is why you have come to me? You want my help?”
Marcus nodded, meeting her eyes again with a sheepish grin on his face.
“You do not need my help to propose, Marcus Pike,” she tutted. “You have asked others this same question twice before. I know you can do it.”
“I know, but…” he dropped his voice to whisper, as if he was sharing a secret, “this is different. This is it for me. Those relationships don’t even compare to the love I feel now. It’s gotta mean so much more. I want it to be…” He trailed off, his eyes wide and pleading.
“Perfect,” she finished for him.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Perfect.”
She eyed him thoughtfully, a smirk creeping onto her beautiful features. “Do you remember what I told you when we first met?”
He threw his head to the side, laughing curtly in disbelief. “Which part? That the Roman gods are real, or your meddling?”
The goddess’s smile dropped only slightly as her tone turned serious. “Even the gods can’t make it all perfect,” she echoed from that day months ago back in Paris. “The love is there. It will be a beautiful proposal because it is yours. And it will be perfect for the two of you.”
Marcus’s face morphed into a somber understanding, dejected at the goddess’s apparent rejection of help as he’d hoped for. Venus clearly knew what he was feeling, because she offered him some advice then.
“Do what feels right, dearie. Plan it all out, or wait for a spontaneous moment that fits. Do it with just the two of you or in front of the whole world. Nobody knows your love better than you do. It will all turn out better than you could have ever hoped, I promise.”
He knew deep in his heart that Venus was right. Even as his mind fought back, wanting a clear way forward, he knew he would have to figure out that path for himself.
Marcus sighed, eyeing the bouquet the goddess had been mindlessly arranging. It was beautiful, as anything made by the goddess of beauty was expected to be. A collection of pink roses sat nestled amidst golden sunflowers, their petals blending together to form a wordless declaration of love and adoration.
Venus smiled, seeing the look on Marcus’s face as she toyed with the petals. “Do you have the ring yet?” she asked him softly, pulling him from his thoughts with a conspiratorial gleam in her eye.
He nodded, patting a pocket in his leather jacket where the small box rested.
“Good,” the goddess replied, beaming as she handed him the bouquet. “I will send for Juno and let her know it is time. She will take over a lot of duties from me that the two of you will be needing going forward.”
“Juno,” Marcus mumbled, wracking his brain to place the name. “As in Juno, the queen of the gods? That Juno?”
In lieu of a response, Venus just smirked as she ushered Marcus away from the stall. He tried in vain to pay her for the bouquet, but she refused as she sent him off into the bustling crowd.
Just then, Marcus saw you appear a few stalls down, bags filled with wonderful goodies and fresh food to take home. His heart quickened, anticipation rushing over him even as you were still a ways away.
He turned back to Venus’s stall, expecting to see her knowing face and copper hair watching him, but instead found that the goddess—and all of her flowers—had disappeared, as if they were never even there.
His grip tightened around the bouquet in his hand, and as he turned back around to you, he patted his jacket to ensure the ring hadn’t disappeared too, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt its now-familiar shape.
And when he looked up and met your gaze, his face broke out in a massive grin.
Venus had been right. Of course she was.
It wasn’t long after that Marcus proposed to you, and his conversation with the goddess did have the result he’d hoped for, even if he couldn’t quite see it.
She did the same thing she’d done all those months ago when she first appeared in your lives—she gave him a push.
And when he told you about that day at the market a few days after you’d enthusiastically said yes, all you could do was laugh.
You were cuddling on the couch, Marcus holding you tight in his arms while his fingers caressed the ring on your finger. Neither of you could look away from its shine, transfixed by its beauty and the beauty of what it symbolized.
He murmured the story to you after a comfortable silence, his lips moving against your shoulder as he recounted his most recent encounter with the goddess.
”She can’t keep getting away with this,” you exclaimed, leaning your head against his. “She’s gonna give me a push into an early grave.”
Marcus chuckled, his whole body shaking with it. “You know, I wouldn’t put it past her,” he smirked, “but she actually said she’d be stepping back a bit from us. Apparently she’s sending a different goddess our way.”
“Oh, are we too in love for Venus to handle?” you joked, settling back in on Marcus’s chest. “Who is this new goddess?”
“The goddess of marriage,” he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Juno.”
“That… makes a lot of sense, actually,” you mumbled, a similar smile creeping onto your face. “We’re definitely gonna be needing her.”
Marcus hummed in agreement as he lightly ran his hand along your arm. You sank into the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut as you took a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of Marcus around you.
You’d become far more accustomed to his affections, the lingering touches and soft caresses. Though, sometimes you still had to remind yourself it was real, that every stroke of his skin against yours was not only intentional, but full of devotion.
And you thanked the gods for it every single day.
After a few minutes like that, you spoke up, asking a question that had broken through the haze of Marcus around you.
“So, when are we gonna meet Juno?”
You didn’t have to wonder long.
She came to you as all of the gods seemed to—as an unsuspecting part of your regular day.
You truly thought nothing of it. But then again, it really could not have been a coincidence that the business card for a wedding planner was anonymously left on your desk. And it definitely wasn’t a coincidence that when you called the number on the card, the wedding planner was none other than Juno herself.
There was no question to you and Marcus that you’d take whatever help she was willing to give. It would be rude to turn down a goddess, after all.
As you started setting aside time to sit down with Juno to plan your wedding, you learned a lot about her—and like the other gods you met, she soon became more than the initial role she’d assigned herself in your lives.
You wouldn’t quite call it friendship, exactly—maybe more like mentorship. She eagerly took on a motherly role for you and Marcus, so similar to the one Venus had created.
And as the autumn leaves fell and made way once again for soft snows, Juno made sure that everything would go smoothly when the time came.
And not just for the ceremony itself—for your whole lives together.
She walked you through everything you might need for the celebration of your love, from logistics to sentimentality to traditions and more. She was in her element, and nothing could stop her from making sure the two of you had the very best of what you wanted.
Juno didn’t try to force opinions or options on you and Marcus, either, and in fact, she easily agreed to some of your requests—even knowingly nodding her head as you explained that certain family members weren’t invited to attend.
The one thing she insisted on actually had nothing to do with the wedding.
You and Marcus were to do marriage counseling with her.
It was something the two of you had already discussed, with both of you agreeing that it would help with any lingering insecurities and uncertainties and prevent any major issues from building up without a chance to face it together.
Still, Juno sat you down and explained that as the goddess of marriage, she had spent an increasing amount of time in previous decades as a counselor for couples to work alongside them in their lives, guiding them on what was best.
She was very proud of the fact that none of the couples she had ever worked with so much as thought about divorce once she entered the picture.
You had to smother a laugh when she told you.
And so Juno led you through every step as you prepared for your big day—from the mundane things like table arrangements and what you would wear to the important planning of what would come when the party was over, she seamlessly blended Marcus’s life with yours.
And as the day of your wedding drew nearer and nearer, your excitement only grew.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” you murmured, the lights in your bedroom dimmed as you settled in for the last night before you would be joined as one. “‘S a big day.”
Marcus chuckled, pulling you as close to him as he could. “It is. I think I’ve been ready for it since Paris.” He ran his hand lightly along your side. “Are you?”
You smiled, nodding as your eyes drooped in exhaustion. “Been ready since the day we met.”
His hand paused its movements for a moment, only resuming when he grinned giddily at you. “I can’t wait to marry you.”
His smile grew as you hummed, mumbling your agreement as you began to drift off.
“I’ll be gone already when you wake up,” he promised against your temple. “And the next time you see me, I’ll be waiting for you at the other end of the aisle.”
As your breathing evened out, Marcus kissed your forehead before settling in to fall asleep himself, whispering one last promise in the dark.
“We’ve both waited long enough. Just a little bit more, love.”
True to his word, Marcus had already left when you awoke. The sheets were still warm where he laid, and you sank into the feeling as if it was him embracing you as you slowly became more aware.
And all at once, the day ahead dawned on you with the warm summer sun, and you promptly jumped out of bed in anticipation.
You knew you wouldn’t find Marcus in the house, but you sought his presence nonetheless, rushing past the golden cupid on your mantle to the kitchen, following the sweet smell of homemade breakfast.
Of course he’d made pancakes for you. And just like his spot on the bed, the food was still warm, the butter and syrup melting around strawberries he’d cut to resemble hearts.
And underneath a fork, he’d left a note for you. Your heart swelled as you sat down to read it.
Happy wedding day! I’m so lucky to be the one at your side. I can’t wait to see you today. I love you. –M
You ducked your head, beaming so wide your cheeks began to hurt. But you didn’t much care, and you knew the day would bring much more happiness. This was only the first taste.
If anything, you were the lucky one. Ever since your time in Paris, Marcus had more than proven that what he felt for you was true—through the little things he remembered and the grand gestures he surprised you with, the loving words and the sweetest touches, Marcus was so much more than even you had anticipated he would be as a lover.
And you knew without a shadow of a doubt that finally, finally, Marcus was able to have all of that reciprocated right back to him because of you.
It seemed like the two of you had been repeating the sentiment a lot, but it was true—you couldn’t wait to start the rest of your lives together.
Before you knew it, you finished the pancakes and Juno was arriving to whisk you away into preparations. Everything was a blur, and as the hours flew by and the plans you’d made all fell into place, you just became more exhilarated for what lay ahead.
When the time came, the goddess returned to you one last time to let you know everyone was ready.
And as your heart thumped loudly in your chest, you knew you were ready, too.
Marcus had been in this spot before—the groom at the end of the aisle, waiting for his love to appear at the other end. He’d known the nerves, the anticipation, the excitement—knowing that the moment was finally here.
And yet, everything was different. He didn’t have the same knot of anxiety in his stomach (which, looking back, should have been a clear sign that that marriage wouldn’t last). His mind was set, age and experience showing him what love truly felt like—and knowing that this was it.
You were it.
The day could not have turned out more perfect for this. You’d chosen one of the parks in D.C., a national historic landmark as the venue, and it was a dream. The greenery, the fountains, the long paths—it all came together so perfectly, and despite the beating of the June sun, the weather could not have been better.
He figured his godly friends in the seats before him probably had a hand in that.
Marcus smiled at Venus, seated in the front row. The goddess of love was beaming, clearly pleased with herself for orchestrating another happy love story. He’d already seen her boasting about it to the other guests, telling his mother how she’d been there to “watch these two fall in love,” and fully bragging to the other gods in attendance how she’d actually done it.
Beside her sat Cupid and Psyche, holding hands with matching glints in their eyes. Despite his initial trepidations of the god after hearing all he’d done in the past, Marcus had grown quite fond of the divine couple, knowing that at last, everything had turned out the way it was supposed to be.
Marcus took one last look over the small crowd, seeing the faces of his loved ones mixed with yours, and the gods of Ancient Rome sprinkled throughout. He caught Minerva’s eye, giving her a nod, and noted several others he hadn’t had the chance to formally meet yet but was sure he would soon.
And next to him stood Juno, the steady hand in it all since he’d proposed to you, as the one who would make it official. It had seemed like a no-brainer when the question was raised of who would officiate, and as the goddess of wedding rituals, she was all too happy to accept the offer.
Soon enough, Marcus straightened up as the processional music started, a beautiful instrumental that brought tears to his eyes before he could even see you. It was as if it was just now sinking in, the dream he’d had for so long finally a reality.
He was going to marry you.
His heart raced as your cue approached, eyes glued to the spot between the trees where you would appear.
And all at once, the music swelled, and there you were.
He gave himself a moment to take you in, the beauty that surrounded you and exuded from you on full display. But he couldn’t keep his eyes from locking with yours for long, and when they did, he knew he’d made the right choice.
You smiled at him, and the entire world fell into place.
As you walked toward him, he found himself crying, but he knew by the way that his cheeks strained from smiling that for once, it wasn’t in pain.
It was in love.
You arrived, glowing, at his side, and immediately reached out to wipe the tears from his face.
“Hi,” you whispered with a grin.
“Hi,” he responded, chuckling as he reached out and took your hands. “You look incredible.”
“So do you, handsome,” you laughed quietly, winking at him.
Juno gave the two of you a brief moment before she began the ceremony, looking just as pleased with herself as Venus had as she spoke to the crowd, and then to the two of you.
She spoke of love and of lasting connections, of joy and endurance. It was everything you’d come to believe and more through the love the two of you had built over the last year.
And finally, after what seemed like an hour but was more like 15 minutes, it was time for the vows.
Marcus, ever the romantic, had insisted you write your own vows. It was something he wished he’d been able to do the first time he got married, and for you, he had so much to say.
But first, you had your own vows to him to read.
You squeezed Marcus’s hands lightly before reaching for a paper you’d hidden away in a pocket. Marcus took a deep breath with you as you unfolded the paper, and he swore he would never know anything as beautiful as your love.
“Marcus,” you started, looking up from your notes to address him. “I knew from the moment we met that you would change my life. I didn’t know then that you’d become my best friend in the entire world or that I would grow to love you as deeply and fully as I have. But I knew, even in your sorrow, that you were the brightest soul I had ever met, and that you would bring so much light to my life. And you did—you do.
“Getting to this point of being together may have taken forever and been led by divine intervention,” you continued, drawing some stray chuckles from the crowd, “but I promise to you that every second that I have loved you has been so, so real. Loving you is the easiest thing I have ever done, and will ever do. And I choose to love you every single day, through the good times and the bad, not because we were struck by Cupid’s arrows,” you laughed, “but because you are worth loving. You’re kind, you’re smart, you’re passionate, and you care so much about everyone around you—I could go on and on. And I’m so incredibly grateful that I’m the one that gets to reflect the light that you shine on everyone else right back on you. I have loved you since we met, and I will love you long after we have both died. There is something eternal about our love, and I promise nothing—and no one—can make me stop loving you.”
Marcus beamed at you as you finished, brushing tears from his cheeks as he whispered, “I love you.” Words couldn’t describe how happy he was in that moment, but as you tucked your notes away and focused on him, he knew he’d have to try.
The notes he’d written were tucked away at home, worn out and stained from where he’d spent hours writing, editing, and practicing them. He knew he’d want to look you in the eye as he spoke, so he worked tirelessly to perfect them as much as he could. And as he stood mentally preparing to deliver his vows to you, he knew he’d made the right decision in doing so.
Marcus softly said your name, all of his love poured into it as he began.
“I have spent my entire life trying to find a love like the one we’ve built. Some people might say I was looking in all the wrong places, but I found you, and I wasn’t even trying. You are everything that I have always dreamed of having in my life—someone who loves me, completely and entirely as I am, and who I can love just as completely and entirely in return.
“Since we met, you have been the one thing in my life that I can count on bringing me joy each and every day, and that increased tenfold when we finally came together. I’ve never known happiness like you bring me, never known a love like you give so, so freely. And I promise, I will make sure that you feel that same happiness and love in return, because I choose to love you for the rest of my life. And whether it was fate that brought us together, or love, or something well beyond this world—I still love you. I will still love you. And even if what started it all—started us—was a power we can’t even fathom, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to love you as you love me.”
You couldn’t help yourself, leaning in to give Marcus a quick kiss as he finished. When you pulled away, Marcus was playfully eyeing you, and Juno just smiled knowingly as she shook her head.
It would be only a few more moments before he’d be able to kiss you back properly, as your husband.
He lingered on the exchange of rings that followed, savoring the moment you slipped one onto his finger and he carefully slid the other onto yours.
You and Marcus stood for a second admiring the bands, holding each others’ hands tightly as you did so. They had been forged by Vulcan himself, made from the strongest golden metal on the planet in the forge of the gods and divinely enchanted to always fit perfectly.
A gift from the gods, just as your love had been.
Before you knew it, Juno was breaking your thoughts to lead you both in the traditional wedding vows, the I Dos soon exchanged with charged anticipation for what came immediately after.
The second she proclaimed you as a married couple, introducing you for the first time as the Pikes, Marcus rushed forward and crashed his lips to yours, cradling your face in his hands. He didn’t want to break away, so he didn’t—instead moving to spin you around in a dip that had the whole crowd whooping and hollering.
You steadied yourself back on your feet, with your hands on Marcus’s chest and eyes full of adoration as you gazed at him.
And without saying anything, the two of you broke out in joyous laughter, and Marcus pulled you in tight for an embrace, resting his forehead on yours.
After a moment, you turned to look out over the crowd of the people you loved as they cheered, still wrapped around each other.
Neither of you could have seen this day as anything more than a far-off fantasy when you first traveled to Paris for The Cupid Seller case over a year before. But life—and love—had a funny way of surprising the two of you in all the best ways.
The gods sitting in the front row were proof enough of that.
You and Marcus walked back down the aisle, this time hand in hand. The golden early evening sun bathed the two of you in a brilliant light, as if a spotlight had been cast on your love.
You stole away a moment alone before the party began, the two of you together for the first time as a married couple. It was everything you’d dreamed of and more, the blissful happiness of an unbreakable joy.
Soon enough, Juno returned to pull you back into the fray, and after one more kiss shared for just the two of you, you eagerly led Marcus out to your waiting guests.
After all, the night was only just getting started.
Along with the rest of your lives.
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