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SOAP LETS out a whistle as Ellie finishes putting her earrings in. He leans in the doorway with a big grin. "Lt's gonna piss his pants when you walk out, Gizmo."
She grins, cheeks burning as she shakes her head. "You're out of line, MacTavish. Also, you're not supposed to see me!"
"That's for the groom, Ellie." Soap rolls his eyes. "Price wanted me to check on you before he came in to walk you down."
"He didn't wanna check on me himself?" she asks.
Soap smiles. "I think he's trying not to cry."
Ellie facepalms. "If he starts crying, then it's over for me. I'll be a mess down the aisle."
"Well, I'll make sure to keep the mood light. Sound like a plan, lassie?"
Soap engulfs her in a tight hug. Ellie winces at the force, but still smiles. They pull apart as someone knocks at the door and Price walks in. He pauses and Ellie sees him take in a deep breath.
"About ready? It's almost time," he states, clearing his throat.
Ellie smoothes out the bottom of her dress. "I think so. Everything going good out there? Simon still here?"
"That man's not going anywhere, I'm afraid," Price replies with a soft smile. "Gaz has the dogs in place with the rings."
"Okay," she says. "Soap, you better get out there. I need you to keep Simon's nerves down."
He winks. "Oh, I got ya, Mrs. Riley."
As he walks out, Ellie sucks in a shaky breath. Price watches her quietly. "I think I might pass out, Price. Please don't let me fall."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
He places her arm in his and walks her to the hallway of the small venue. It's a quaint little brick building. Candlelit. There's a small reception area in the garden. It's of course a very small wedding. Neither the groom nor the bride have any family to invite. Ellie just has two seats saved at the front — one seat with a framed photo of her dad and the other seat with one of her mother.
The music fades into the song she is walking out to and her eyes go wide. She turns to Price. "What do I do?" she whispers shakily.
He laughs. "You walk out there and get married. That's all you need to do."
"I'm gonna faint."
"Stop that, Ellison," he whispers to her as they walk into the entryway.
Ellie looks down the aisle and sees Simon standing at the end, an all-black suit on. He watches her with a careful expression. Not much is given away on his usual stone face. When they're stopped in front of each other, Ellie smiles nervously. Price goes and sits down with the others and the priest begins their ceremony. It's short. Nothing extravagant. They exchange the usual vows — neither wanted to say custom ones in front of a crowd. Anything like that they exchanged privately in letters read before their ceremony. Odin and Freya walk their rings up before their exchange.
