"Oh, I forgot to mention, you're invited to the wedding."
Keith looked up from the edge of the rickety bed where he was seated, then leaned down to pick up his shirt. "What wedding?"
Shiro scoffed as he finished putting on his jacket. "Pidge and Lance. What other weddings are there?"
Keith finished putting his shirt on. "Oh, they're still doing that? Why would they want me there?"
Shiro sat down next to him and smiled. "Well, you did kinda find Pidge and help us save her life," he reminded him. "I think they consider you a friend."
Keith smirked, and turned away with a shrug. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that." He paused. "Tell them thanks but no thanks."
Shiro frowned. "Why not?"
"Come on, Shiro, you know I'm no good with social events like that. And besides...I don't even have a good suit."
"Ah, that's no problem," Shiro replied. "You can borrow one of Matt's. He's about the same size as you."
"Is Matt okay with that?"
"I'll make him do it."
Keith chuckled and turned to the floor again. "I mean...I don't know."
Shiro paused, then tentatively reached a hand toward Keith, softly running his fingers through the soft long hair around his ears.
"Hmm," Shiro began thoughtfully. "Look, I know you don't like being in public much. But...everyone there is friends and family of Lance and Pidge. They're all grateful, you know, and they really want you to be there." He paused, watching as Keith closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. "...I really want you to be there too."
Keith pressed his lips together. He wasn't fond of the idea, but the way Shiro's fingers were combing through his hair right now was just...so convincing.
"Fine," Keith conceded at last. "I'll go. For you."
Shiro beamed and gave him the tightest hug. "That's great, they're going to be really happy. Here--" he reached into his coat and pulled out the invitation. "You'll need this to get in."
Keith rolled his eyes bashfully and took the envelope. "You keep convincing me to do things for you. One of these days I'm going to put my foot down, you know?"
Shiro smiled cheekily and nuzzled into his hair. "Good luck."
The big day was here.
Matt was fidgeting with the collar of his suit, prompting his father to stand up and help him fix it. Shiro was with them, leaning against a wall while all three of them waited for Pidge to get ready.
"I can't believe this is real," Matt muttered, a little choked up.
"I know," said Sam.
"Pidge...our little Pidge..."
"Getting married. I know!"
Shiro rolled his eyes in amusement as the other two continued to babble. Then the door next to them opened, and all three men looked up.
Pidge emerged, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. Her dress was simple, but lovely, and her hair was tied up in a curly ponytail on the side. She looked happy.
Shiro smiled warmly. "You look wonderful, Pidge."
Matt and Sam erupted into sobs.
Pidge giggled, and Colleen appeared behind her with shake of her head. "Pull yourselves together, you can cry after the wedding," she jabbed. "Let's hurry up and get to the church, we can't keep everyone waiting."
"Yes, ma'am." Shiro grabbed Matt and Sam by the arms and led them out as they tried to compose themselves.
Lance was pacing in front of the altar. Pidge was late. What was going on? Should he be worried? Was he overthinking?
"Dude," Hunk called from his spot nearby. "Relax, man, you're making me nervous."
"I can't help it," Lance whined. "What's taking her so long?"
Allura, also standing nearby, grinned. "Oh, don't worry, Lance. The bride is always late. She's just trying to get everything just right."
Lance paused in his pacing and considered this. "I-I guess so. Does it really take that long, though?"
"Of course, every little detail must be perfect. It's the biggest day of her life, after all--didn't you say your sister did the same thing at her wedding?"
Lance managed a smile. "Oh yeah. The groom was seated at the altar when we came in because he was so tired of waiting." He glanced out to the congregation as he spoke, where his family was seated, chatting excitedly. His older sister, Veronica, caught his eye and waved at him with both hands.
Lance waved back at turned away before the rest of them copied her. "By the way, Allura, thanks for your help in putting this together."
Allura nodded in satisfaction. "Of course, Lance—just because you're poor doesn't mean you have to miss out on your wedding. You only get one."
"We're not...ah, never mind."
The door suddenly opened and Hunk stood up straight. "Look, Matt and Shiro are here."
Lance tensed up as the two men in question hurried up to the altar. "Where's Pidge?"
"She's coming," Matt assured him.
"She's getting out of the limo as we speak," Shiro added. He turned briefly to the crowd, smiling when he spotted Keith.
"This is still so surreal..." Matt was mumbling, apparently starting to choke up again. "Lance you better take care of her, or else..."
"Now Matt, don't start crying," Hunk told him. "Because if you cry, I'm gonna cry too, and the wedding hasn't even started yet."
The door opened again, and this time everyone stood. The music began. Lance froze.
Pidge had her hand hooked on her father's arm, and she was smiling sweetly as she stepped into the light. Her dress trailed softly behind her, long as white with hints of green at the very end. She gripped her bouquet of flowers tightly, clearly nervous but happy nonetheless.
Allura gasped. "She's beautiful."
"She's like a little flower sprite," Hunk sniffed. He patted Lance on the back. "I'm so happy for you, man."
Lance smiled widely, nerves melting away. He didn't take his eyes off her.
Eventually Sam had to give her away. Pidge whispered a cute "hi!" to Lance as she approached. Lance laughed softly and reached out . Pidge let go of her father and stepped forward to take Lance's hand.
There were many pictures taken. So many pictures. A few of the happy couple in sappy poses, a few with the families, and one with their group of friends, with Keith dragged in (which would be later captioned "rescue squad").
The reception was a whirlwind of games, songs and dancing, games, and greetings from people that Pidge honestly hadn't seen before, but they were probably relatives or something.
While Pidge was no stranger to staying up late, this amount of social interaction was alien to her. And also very exhausting.
So, when it was all over, after Lance had carried her into their hotel room in some silly display of romance, Pidge just flopped unceremoniously onto the bed, dress and all.
"God," she groaned. "What a day."
Lance only removed his jacket before flopping down next to her. "I know. Crazy. But fun."
"Fun, but exhausting," Pidge replied. Then she turned to face him apologetically. "I hate to disappoint, but I just...want to go to sleep."
Lance nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, me too."
Pidge raised an eyebrow. "Really? You didn't want to consummate our marriage?"
He scoffed. "You know, a couple hours ago I would have said 'yes, absolutely.' But now? I'm beat. We can do it tomorrow."
Pidge laughed and pulled herself off the bed. "Sounds fair."
She pulled off her shoes, grabbed some regular clothes and went to change. When she returned, Lance had done the same and was already buried under the covers. Pidge rolled her eyes and slowly went to take her spot next to him. It felt odd, but she'd get used to it in time.
She was facing him when she lied down, and he was on his back, apparently asleep.
Pidge yawned. "G'night, Lance," she said softly.
"Good night, Mrs. Reyes," he responded, surprising her. But she laughed.
And then out of nowhere, she pushed herself up and kissed him gently on the mouth. Lance's eyes went wide for just a moment, but he kissed back as they both melted into each other's arms.
As Pidge drifted off to sleep, she found herself grateful that this arrangement had worked out just fine.