This fic was inspired by a prompt from @zaynubsiddiqui. Most of the headcanon belongs to her and she also sent me information and references to keep me right. I couldn’t (and wouldn’t) have written this without her. It was a pleasure bringing her headcanon to life. I hope I did it justice. <3
The heavy hotel room
door shut with an audible click and Yousef turned, leaning his weight
back against it. Sana, his bride, his beautiful bride, stood watching
him at the foot of the king sized bed. Yousef’s tall form was clothed
in a dark suit, the top button of his white shirt undone. He’d long
lost his blazer, having stripped it off for a dance number with with
his closest friends. One of which being Sana’s brother, Elias. How
Sana loved to watch Yousef dance. Really get lost in the music. It
was the only thing he held almost as much passion for as his bride.
His wife. That
word would take some getting used to. It felt like it had taken them
forever to reach it but how worth the wait she was.
It had been a long day.
Sana had wanted a small wedding and although she usually had a way of
making things happen, the celebration simply could not be contained.
Yousef liked to think the reason for that was that the size of the
wedding represented the amount of love they shared and the love the
people around them had for them too. When had he become such a