💜Lander Oneshots🧡 The Music Freaks!

💜🧡 ~ Wedding! 8/10

Luke's POV:

As the night progressed, the dance floor became a vibrant tapestry of twirling bodies and infectious laughter. Zander and I took to the floor, swaying to the rhythm of a song that held a special place in our hearts. In each other's arms, we moved as one, lost in the music and the intoxicating joy of the moment.

The celebration continued late into the night, with a sumptuous feast, heartfelt speeches, and a myriad of heartfelt congratulations. Zander and I made sure to spend time with each and every guest, expressing our gratitude for their presence and their unwavering support throughout our journey.

As the night wore on, amidst the laughter and dancing, I found myself engaged in a conversation with Zander's mother, a charming and elegant Englishwoman. We sat at a table adorned with delicate floral arrangements, sipping our drinks and sharing stories about Zander's childhood.

Zander's mother, Mrs. Wickham, had been nothing but warm and welcoming since the moment I met her. Her refined accent and impeccable manners always reminded me of a motherly figure, one I never had. She never hailed to add a touch of sophistication to any conversation. With her purple hair elegantly styled and her eyes twinkling with kindness, she truly embodied grace and poise.

"Luke, dear," Mrs. Wickham spoke, her voice laced with a gentle smile, "I must say, you've brought so much happiness into Zander's life. I couldn't be more delighted to have you as part of our family."

Her kind words touched my heart, and I returned her smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Wickham. It means the world to me to hear that from you. Zander is the love of my life, and I promise to cherish him always."

She reached out and placed her hand on mine, her touch filled with warmth and sincerity. "Please, Luke, call me Mum. You're family now, and I would be honored."

A blush crept up my cheeks, and I glanced at Zander, who was engaged in conversation with a group of friends nearby. The thought of calling Mrs. Wickham "Mum" filled me with a mix of embarrassment and joy. I felt tears well up in my eyes, her words, It was a sign of acceptance, a recognition of the bond we shared, but it also felt like a leap into a new realm of intimacy.

"Mum," I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper, "I... I would be honored too. Thank you." I hugged her tightly, small sobs escaping my lips as she pulled me close to her chest. I had a mother. A mother who loves me for who I am, not who they want me to be.

Her eyes sparkled with delight, and she squeezed my hand gently. "Oh, my dear boy, the honor is all mine. Zander is a lucky man to have found someone like you." She chuckled softly towards that, allowing me to move away.

As our conversation continued, Mrs. Wickham regaled me with stories of Zander's childhood, sharing anecdotes that made me laugh and appreciate him even more. She highlighted his passion for paino, his dedication to his studies, and the mischievous adventures they had embarked upon together.

With every word she spoke, I gained a deeper understanding of Zander's roots and the nurturing environment that had shaped the man I loved. Mrs. Wickham's love for her son was evident in every story, in every smile that graced her lips as she spoke. It was a love that had now extended to include me, and I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the acceptance and warmth she bestowed upon me.

Suddenly, Zander's laughter from across the room caught my attention. I turned to see him sharing a lighthearted moment with our closest friends, his joy radiating from his every word and movement. Our eyes met, and in that brief connection, I saw the reflection of his mother's love and my love intertwined—a reminder of the beautiful journey that had led us to this moment.

Mrs. Wickham followed my gaze, her eyes filled with adoration as she watched her son. "He's always been a ray of sunshine in my life, ever since my husband left, he's always been my pride and joy." she mused, her voice filled with pride. "And now, with you by his side, that light shines even brighter than before, and I'm honoured to be able to call you son."

I couldn't help but smile, my heart swelling with love for both Zander and his mother. In that moment, I realized that the title of "Mum" carried with it not only a sense of familial connection, but also a shared responsibility to nurture and support Zander, to be there for him through thick and thin.

"Mum," I said, the word rolling off my tongue with newfound ease, "I promise to love and care for Zander with all my heart. Together, we will build a life filled with love, laughter, and endless support. I'll never let him go for anything, I promise." I spoke quietly, looking back at her.

Mother's eyes glistened with tears as she nodded, her voice filled with emotion. "Luke, you have my blessings, my love, and my unwavering support. Welcome to the family, my dear."

With those words, a profound sense of belonging washed over me. I had gained not only a loving partner but also a second mother—a woman whose love and acceptance would forever hold a special place in my heart. And as the celebration continued around us, I knew that our journey as a family had only just begun.

Zander soon found his way over, hugging me from behind and wrapping his arms around my neck. "Whatcha talkin' about?" He mumbled through his drunken demeanour. "I was talking to Mum about you, that's all love." I chuckled, leaning my head on his own and petting his hair lightly.

He let out a simple laugh and continued his conversation behind him, God, today couldn't be anymore perfect...

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