Finally grown up. Honor and Faith Mitchell. I love them both. Honor rolled the Soulmate aspiration, so I went for more romantic look. Flowery dresses and stuff. Kept the glasses and bracers. Faith wants to become an Archeology Scholar hence the more practical outfit.
It’s gonna be hell to pick the heir let me tell ya. One of the girls for sure. Right now I’m torn between Cassidy and Faith. I like that Faith has Terry’s hair color and Diana’s mouth. They made such cute babies.😭 I will have to do the genetic comparison to make the final decision.
All the guests have arrived!
Hatshepsut and Arthur Stiles are thrilled to be there, naturally.
Hattie: “I see the Mitchell’s didn’t bother to get a sitter for their offspring.”
Arthuro: “Yes, well, they probably own a mini-van.”
Hattie: “True, we are far too stylish for such a thing.”
Anita and Ryan Murdock seem a little more enthusiastic…well, Anita does anyhow.
Anita: “Four of the little beasts, eh Mitchell? I think we can beat that, Ryan!”
Ryan: **wishes his wife was less competitive**
Or maybe he’s just wondering how Pili keeps his head so smooth.
Ryan: “Does he wax…?”
On the other side of the aisle we have all four Mitchell children, and Horus, who brought his wife, Ophelia.
Poor Justin doesn’t look super thrilled to be here.
Justin: “Weddings are so boooring!”
Cassidy: “You’re fine, Justin, omg.”
The music begins to play, and (completely on cue, because that’s how the Mitchell’s roll y’all) Diana and Terry kick off our little procession.
Ophelia is very impressed.
Cassidy: “Aaa! Don’t they look amazing?!”
Justin: **sulks**
Tony waits by the wedding arch, trying to ignore the smirks of his co-workers.
Strangely armed, Father Oberon, who is officiating the ceremony, glares at the air around him… I guess he doesn’t like the pretty stardust halo?
Oberon: “What is these things?!”
The wedding party is in place!
Oly produces some sort of remote control and presses a button.
Instantly, the music shifts into something a tad more matrimonial…
Terry: “Oh my goodness!”
Tony: “What–what is she wearing??”
Terry: “Tony, you are a very lucky man…”
Mayua seems unaware of the sensation she’s causing at the altar… or is she unaware?
Tony: “Mitchell… I don’t think she’s wearing any underthings…”
Terry: “Heh, I think you’re right about that.”
Hattie has apparently made the same deduction… or perhaps she’s disappointed that someone else has more cleavage on display?
Hattie: “I knew I should have gone with the side-boob dress.”
Arthuro: “But if you’d done that, we would have never made it out of the bedroom...”
Tony: “This is unacceptable! Who let her wear that–that– napkin?!”
Terry: “Just enjoy the moment, Tony, that’s all for you, remember?”
It wasn’t though, was it? Not that he could tell Mitchell; Pili wanted them to play along, didn’t want anything about the cover-marriage leaking out in case it got Hunt deported.
Tony: “She will get cold.”
There. Full of husbandly concern.
Justin looks less thrilled than one would think, for a teenage boy… but he is looking!
Cassidy: “I bet mom fainted when she saw that dress.”
Terry: “I do wonder how those little straps of cloth keep her so… suspended.”
Tony: “You will immediately cease wondering about Hunt’s breasts.”
Terry: “I was just thinking that whatever it is, I should get some for Diana!”
Tony: “Sure you were.”
Though perhaps Terry isn’t the only one wondering such things.
Pili: “You think it’s boob tape?”
Oly: “Nah, I think it’s those little clingy gel cups.”
Pili: “Never seen those, you gonna show me later?”
Oly: “In your dreams, bald man.”
Mayua: “Antonio.”
Tony: “Hunt…”
Terry: “Give her your hand!”
Tony: “Piss off, Mitchell, I know what to do.”
Terry: “You look lovely, Mayua.”
The Priest stepped forward.
Oberon: “No more delays! Take your places, let us begin this thing!”
Oberon: “Dearly, ah… le persone amate… what is this called again…”
Tony: “Beloved.”
Oberon: “Ah, sì! Grazie.”
Tony: “Prego.”
Pili: “See? Told ya; Spanish!”
Oly: “You’re a fucking moron, you know that right?”
Tony: “Wow.”
Mayua: “Perhaps our kind employer is less clever than I had supposed.”
Oberon: **clears his throat loudly** “DEARLY BELOVED!”
The rest of the ceremony went pretty smoothly. Father Oberon said a bunch of stuff, Tony made some vows and put a ring on the little psycho’s stabby finger…
…And she did the same. Pity they left out that part in her vows about ‘obeying’; Tony was pretty sure that would’ve come in handy at some point. Oh well.
Then it was done. Except for one thing.
Oberon: “…you may kiss your bride.”
Tony could tell right off the bat she was up to no good.
Sure enough. The little psycho grabbed him in a head lock. Yeah, it probably looked all sweet from a spectator’s point of view, but he could feel the heel of her palm pressed against a very important artery in his neck.
Tony: “Absolutely no biting, you feel me?”
She pressed her hip into his groin.
Mayua: “Yes, Antonio, I do feel you.”
Tony: “Let’s just get this over with already.”
He wasn’t prepared for it. Probably should have been though; Hunt did everything with unbridled passion.
Including kissing. Maybe especially kissing? He idly wondered what else she did with unbridled passion…
It went on for a while. Tony felt his heartbeat banging against his chest… and other parts of his anatomy. Slowly, her deathgrip on his neck relaxed, and he forgot about their audience.
When she pulled back, at last, he almost leaned forward to kiss her againm byt caught himself in time.
Tony: “What the hell was that?” His voice sounded hoarse in his ears.
Mayua: “Many apologies for the biting,” she replied, with an unapologetic little grin.
Ceremony. Dinner. (Terrible) speeches. Cake; after all the usual wedding activities were endured, it was finally time to wind the evening down with some dancing.
For the first time since he’d stepped out of the car, Tony found he was beginning to enjoy himself. It helped, of course, that Mayua was a capable partner.
Father Oberon, who was Oly’s very strange roommate, was also apparently a licensed bar tender… he spent a great deal of the evening glaring at anyone who dared to order drinks.
Cicada manned the DJ booth, churning out sufficient music…
…and Mitchell’s spawn were unnaturally well behaved, though he did catch the oldest girl shooting him some very cow-eyed looks throughout the evening. Something to put in his pocket for later, when she’d grown up a bit and he was less married.
Mayua: “There is something especially interesting over by the uptight man’s offspring, it would seem.”
He must’ve been grinning a little at the thought of defiling Mitchell’s daughter.
Tony: “The boy looks pretty miserable, can’t say I blame him.”
She clamped her arm up around his shoulders.
Mayua: “Ah, yes, the boy, of course! But despite his grumpy face, this boy is surely beginning to enjoy himself, you are thinking, I am sure!”
Tony: “Yeah, I think he might be… just a little.”
The woman chuckled, and spun herself around, her breath misting out at the exhalation.
Tony: “Come on, there’s no way you’re not cold, just admit it.”
Mayua: “How can I be cold? My husband is keeping me very warm, you see.”
Tony: “Suit yourself, little psycho, I’m still willing to give you my coat.”
Another throaty laugh.
Mayua: “Such a gentleman, who would have thought this? But no, how would you admire this very lovely dress I am wearing if I am covered in coat?”
She spun around again, making said dress flare… well, what little there was to flare. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she was flirting with him.
Arthuro: “They’re taking bets at the bar on how long it will take for Corleonesi to knock her up… what do you think?”
Hattie: “She is very feisty, hm, perhaps on the honeymoon?”
Arthuro: “It’s true, these feisty women are good at getting themselves pregnant sooner rather than later, aren’t they?”
Anita: “I’m telling you, they’ll wait! It’s hard enough to be a woman in this industry, she’s not going to jeopardize her career by taking mat leave right after joining the team!”
Ryan: “D-does this mean we’re not going to compete with the Mitchells??”
Ryan: “Thank you, Watcher!”
Pili: “Eh, I’m still putting them down for no kids; don’t either of them seem like the type.”
Anita: “You know something we don’t, boss?”
Pili: “Nah, it’s just a hunch!”
Oberon: “You are all very stupido!… You will be putting me down for 3 months, yes?”
It was so easy to get carried off while dancing.
To let yourself get swept away by the music…
…and the movement.
Mayua: “Is something the matter, Antonio?”
Tony: “Ah…no. Everything is fine. Just fine.”
Just fine…
That’s it folks! Put a fork in this wedding, it’s done!
Next we have the honeymoon Mr. and Mrs. Corleonesi never asked for...
Cassidy started practicing yoga. She’s not happy with her body (hates her big butt poor girl).
This is Faith’s default face. She’s constantly bored and can’t find anything interesting to do. Everything is just... boring.
Her twin Honor is the exact opposite. She’s always having a good time. Even when she’s just watching tv with mommy.
Justin suffers from the middle child curse. He’s practically invisible. But his younger sister Honor tends to spend time with him. They often eat dinner together. Justin is a quiet child. He does the chores without needing to be told to.
Sometimes he has to remind his parents he’s there too.
Enjoy the last cuddles, Diana. They won’t be no more soon...
