"Will you please hold still?" Ben pulled tightly on his brother's gray, shimmer-silk tie, attempting to align the complicated knot into a better position.
"I am holding still for sith's sake, it's your hands that are moving about."
Both brothers paused as they locked eyes and burst out into raucous laughter.
"I'm sorry, Ben," said Jaryn, clapping him on the back. "Perhaps I am a tad nervous after all." He smiled sheepishly and stood straight.
"Don't know what you have to be nervous about. You're only getting married…in the same cathedral where mom and dad were married…in front of a gazillion sentients around the galaxy watching your every move."
Jaryn raised a brow, so like their mother. "Thank you, Ben…I can always count on you for a bit of calming rhetoric."
"No problem," Ben said, smoothing the front of his twin's jacket with his fingertips. "Just getting back at you for stealing my girl."
"Just kidding…stang, lighten up why don't you?" Ben turned his brother toward the waiting doorway and pushed from behind. "Go on—I'll be right behind you, little brother."
Ben laughed. "Have I ever let you down?"
"Never," Jaryn whispered as he exited the side room to the front of the cathedral.
"Here they come," Luke said softly, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders.
Mara nodded, leaning in close. "Now don't you go getting all teary eyed on me, Luke. I'm not about to be embarrassed just because you can't keep it together."
"Yes, dear, I'll do my best."
The processional began as the doors in the back of the cathedral swiftly opened. The entire congregation rose as one and turned to admire the bride at the door's entrance.
"Hmmmm…" murmured Luke, resting a hand on Mara's shoulder.
He angled in close, his lips kissing the back of her neck briefly. "She's absolutely stunning. Almost as beautiful as you were on our wedding day."
"Flattery will definitely get you somewhere, farmboy." Mara sighed. "Do you think they'll be happy?"
Luke snaked his arms around Mara's waist and held her tight, his chin resting on the top of her head. "Of course…why wouldn't they be?"
She leaned back against him. "They've been through so much—"
"They'll be fine. Look at us…who would ever have thought that the two of us would fall in love and get married."
She turned to face him. "Yeah…who would've thought…"
Luke bent forward to capture his wife's sweet lips like he had a thousand times before.
"Will you two give it a rest, already? There's a wedding going on here."
Luke turned to face his brother-in-law. "Sorry, Han didn't mean to ruin the moment for you."
Han smirked. "Hey, it ain't everyday my nephew gets married you know."
"Quiet the both of you!" hissed Leia.
"He started it," said Luke, grinning.
"Get a room why don't you!" Han whispered, wrapping his arms around Leia.
Jaryn stood motionless, as the love of his life floated down the long, narrow aisle.
"Breathe," whispered Ben.
"Oh yeah…thanks." Jaryn took three steps toward his bride, his hand open in invitation.
Lin's smile was like a thousand blazing suns as she placed her hand into Jaryn's outstretched palm. "You're supposed to wait till I get to the alter," Lin whispered.
"I couldn't wait that long…you look too gorgeous," Jaryn whispered back, bringing her hand to his lips.
"Thank you, love. You clean up pretty good yourself."
Together, hand in hand, they walked the few short steps to the alter and looked up into the face of their future.