Marty had been enjoying himself, everything still feeling just a little surreal. He was married, Savannah was his wife, he was her husband. Husband and wife - god that was something he could honestly say he'd never thought would happen to him before he'd ended up here. And despite that, here he was and he couldn't imagine things being any different.
"Someone else to keep you company?" Marty tutted, patting Sam's shoulder on his way past as he and Savannah headed to the dance floor together. "We can't have that, now can we?" He grinned.
She was beautiful, Marty always heard those cliches and things when people got married - grooms unable to take their eyes off the bride, all of it had seemed like television romance, things that you made up to give unrealistic expectations of what marriages and weddings should be. But when he'd stood at the front of the church and Savannah had walked down the isle she had been all he could see. And it wasn't any different now.
"You're gorgeous." He told her, pulling her close. "How does it feel?" He asked her, "being a married woman, everything you hoped it would be?"