Part Four

They exchanged their vows in their garden on a perfect autumn day surrounded by their families and close friends.  It was small and intimate, and exactly what they wanted.  Keith had guards posted around the property to ensure their privacy and he seemed to enjoy holding one over the media’s head for once. 

“I’m happy you two worked things out,” he said to Link as they mingled around the garden, eating and talking.  “I don’t think my liver would have taken much more.”

“Allura sure wasn’t,” she said, and she kissed his cheek.  “Thank you for being there for him.”

“Thank you for taking him out of my hands.”

Lance sidled up to them, his arm going around his wife’s waist.

“I’d go see to Allura if I were you,” he said to Keith.  “Her feet are aching and she’s got that look in her eye that means someone’s head is going to roll.”

“I just keep reminding myself that she’s having our child,” Keith muttered as he went to his own wife.

Lance’s grin was infection and Link found herself chuckling. 

“Promise me you’ll be nothing but a pleasure when you’re pregnant,” he said.

“Hmm…I wish I could.”

“I’ve got something for you,” he said, digging into his pocket.

“But I thought we agreed to…”

“I hate rules.”

Link’s arguments were forgotten when she saw what he held up.  At the end of the short silver chain in his hand was a red stone.  She took it between thumb and index finger to get a closer look and her lips parted with awe.  It was a small lion’s head, the detailing on it intricate and delicate, and it seemed to her that it was smiling.  Then she turned it over and she saw that there was a little plaque with the words Remember Us engraved on it.  Her eyes teared.

“Do you like it?” he asked, a tad nervously.

“I love it,” she breathed.  “Would you…?”

He unclasped it and put it around her neck. 

“Where did you get it?” she asked, fingering it.

“Um.”

She looked at him suspiciously. 

“He made it,” Gwen said, overhearing.

Link’s eyes widened.  “You did?  Really?”

“Who knew he had the patience, right?” Gwen said, nudging her brother.

“Go away, will you?” Lance said, nudging back.

As Gwen sauntered away, Link stared up at him, shaking her head. 

“Unbelievable,” she said.

Lance rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.  Standing on her toes, she pressed a kiss against his lips.

“Thank you,” she said.

He smiled and was about to go in for a better kiss when the music started.  Their guests watched them expectantly, waiting for them to open the dance.  Lance held out a hand for her to take.

“It might not be our first dance or our last,” he said.  “But it’s gonna be a good one.”

She moved into his arms and as they began to sway, she knew she would never need to be told to remember them.

 

 

Twenty-two years later…

Link smiled as she remembered the wedding day that she and Lance had chosen to celebrate instead of their first one.  It would embarrass Jack to no end if she ever mentioned it, but she was sure that was the night that he was conceived.  They had their fights, but nothing like their short separation happened again and they rarely were apart from on another in twenty-two years of marriage. 

Except for now.

But the memory was like a warm blanket around her and Link finally closed her eyes.  She could see Lance in her mind’s eye and knew that he was thinking of her too.

 

 

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