A/N: For Red. Inspired by the Hootie and the Blowfish concert I went to last night at Ravinia (an outdoor venue north of Chicago).
Remus crumpled up his latest parchment. He was a writer, how, could this be so difficult? Wonderful words should be flowing from his quill, and all he could manage was crap. Severus was more than enough inspiration; Remus could not get enough of the man. Of course, that was why they were getting married in the morning. The morning, shit! More crumpled paper and swearing followed. Exhausted, with not a flash of brilliance in sight, Remus crawled into bed next to Severus. He was just going to have to improvise.
They stood holding hands, Severus' slim fingers cool to the touch. It was Remus' turn to speak and he looked into Severus' eyes. "I will love you the best that I can."
Severus' mouth quivered before he sighed and delivered his own simple three word declaration.