Eleven just smiled, taking in the sight of his beautiful bride. His beautiful bride. It still hardly seemed real. He brushed her hair back from her face, eyes taking in every detail. The love in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks, the smile on her lips.

He leaned in, his lips barely brushing hers as his hands covered hers. He couldn't say the words, but he wanted to know that his hearts did belong to her.