Laurel sat on the small private jet and anxiously tried not to bite her nails. Harry of course had gotten onto the plane and promptly fallen asleep. She knew he was apt to fall asleep anywhere, but the past weeks since they had reunited he had been so present and awake she had forgotten this trait. She figured it was the rumble of the engine and the happy occasion they were headed to. She'd never met these people and they were so important to Harry, she was terrified to meet them under these circumstances.

After Harry's question and her answer, they had kissed and cuddled away the afternoon and spent a lovely Friday night and Saturday morning before culling the bags they had packed. Harry had insisted she pack the white dress, "It's what I want to see you wear, Lolz." he'd shrugged. What Harry wanted, he usually got.

Saturday afternoon found them with Anne and Robin at an airstrip outside of Manchester. They all were dressed for a short comfortable hop with small bags at their feet. ""It's about a 45 minute flight to Grand Saltee. Should be super private, no photographers and everything is arranged at the Wexford airstrip." Harry explained.

Laurel had never even heard of the islands that they were headed to, but the pictures had been beautiful and she could only imagine how they would photograph. She was nervous and had expected a little coddling on the plane, but Harry had promptly buckled his lap belt and nodded off, snortling on her shoulder.

Anne walked by from the wash room after the captain had announced that they needed to be seated and buckled up momentarily. "How quickly did he fall asleep?"

"Soon as we were airborne," Laurel chuckled and gave him a fond look.

Anne smoothed back Harry's hair, "He is very excited and happy to be doing this with you. It will be a happy occasion. Jeff always makes sure of it."

Laurel nodded and bit her lip.

"They'll love you, darling, I'm sure of it."

"It just seems like a strange way to meet someone, at a wedding," Laurel shrugged and looked at Harry's open mouth and smiled despite herself.

"That face right there," Anne pointed cheekily, "is why they will like you. You look like he hung the moon, or stole it, and you like him anyway."

Laurel smiled blushingly and nodded. Anne kissed her head and went back to her seat.

The set of the wheels on the runway shook Harry awake and he nuzzled his nose into her shoulder, "You ready, babe?"

"Can I say no?"

"No, you already said yes!" He cheesed at her and pressed his inflated lips against hers. She loved his swollen face.

The trip to the borrowed house they were all at was quick, the island was basically deserted, but green and gorgeous, a dream destination for a wedding, but Laurel was thankful for the shawl she packed as the air had a bite. Harry stumbled into her daydream and she looked up from the window at his pleased face, dimples deep and growing hair finger ruffled. She sighed.

"C'mon, change, everybody is ready!"

"I was just enjoying the view, it's beautiful." Laurel gestured to the window before turning to her bag.

"I'm not gonna say the cliched line about comparing you to the view and finding it lacking, but know that I'm thinking it. I'll let you get ready. They're setting up in the main hall," He stared at her until she looked up. "We're in love, aren't we?"

Laurel smiled his favorite smile, huge and toothy and true, "We are."

Harry nodded and left, closing the door behind him with a snick. She pulled the white dress from her bag and shook her head. Harry loved it, but is seemed inappropriate and she pulled the bit of lace from her mother's dress and a blue garter out too. She changed quickly and pinned up her head and applied gloss. She was fresh faced and glowing.

On the way down the stairs she was amazed at the transformation the last hour had wrought, an arbor had been brought in and covered with greenery and an aisle had been laid with 20 chairs on either side. She made her way to Anne and asked for directions.

The room she found Glenne in was at the end of a long hall. She knocked lightly and responded to the soft call to come in. Laurel walked in and shut the door behind her softly. Glenne sat before a vanity in a simple, perfectly cut white gown. She smiled at Laurel.

"Hi, I'm Laurel, Harry's," she hesitated, date, friend, lover. "Harry's girlfriend."

Glenne laughed then, "I know who you are! Harry's talked about you constantly for months, well, years, really. You work for Ed Lee right?"

"I do, I'm on a leave of absence," Laurel gulped.

Glenne smiled at her tenderly, but waited for Laurel to continue.

She swallowed, "I brought you something's.  Something old, borrowed, and blue. This all came together so quick I wasn't sure you had them."

Glenne extended her hand to Laurel and took the delicate bit of lace and blue garter. "The lace is so beautiful," she fingered t delicately.

"It's Seville lace, from my mother's dress," Laurel explained. "I wanted to bring a gift, but there wasn't a lot of time, so...." she trailed off and looked down.

She looked up again when Glenne took her hand and squeezed. "Thank you for being here and this. Harry is happy, which uncomplicates my life," Glenne laughed, effectively lightening the mood, "so, you've given me a gift, believe me. Now, I've got an aisle to walk down. Meet you out there. I expect you up on a chair later."

"Do people other than the bride do that?"

Glenne laughed again, "My wedding my rules. When Irving insists you do it at yours, you'll see."

Laurel blinked at the implication and smiled before walking out the door and down the hallway.

She hurried to Harry when she realized there was a ruckus and things seemed to be happening. Harry smiled at her as she took the seat next to him. His mother and Robin were in the same aisle behind an older gentlemen and lady next to a younger man and woman.

The other side of the aisle had a small assortment of people too and they all seemed to be settling down into their seats and murmuring quietly. Jeff stood nervously at the head of the gathering in front of an offciant of small stature. The piano opened on the chords of Songbird and all eyes turned to watch Glenne make her way to join him at the front.

Harry's best friend and confidant looked misty eyed as he took his vows and had even let few tears slip by the time he stomped glass. He looked so happy, Harry did too. When she returned his glance he was looking at her with promise. And when Jeff took Glenne's hand and  rose it in unity, Harry took Laurel's.
He'd never looked happier.