Jean-Paul hadn’t wanted a big ceremony, but his fiancée had kept adding the names of friends and allies and acquaintances and people-he-normally-wouldn’t-be-seen-dead-talking-to onto the invitation list. Then the female members of the X-Men, both past and present, had gotten involved…

The actual service had been lovely, a memory he’d treasure to his dying breath. However the reception more resembled a carnivale than a wedding in Jean-Paul’s opinion. And he shuddered to think what the final bill was going to add up to.

“Well,” he said to his new husband, “At least we don’t have to pay for the ice sculptures.”

Bobby hit him.

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