Harrow liked to believe that everything happened for a reason. His husband was completely scatterbrained, so all of their anniversaries happened to fall on days that he had to remember anyway. He knew that if they decided to have children, they could only hope to have the same luck. Harrow thought about the possibility of getting a tattoo or something with the dates of their future children's birthdays. He knew that his husband would figure out a way to make it work if they did have children down the line.

Even with all of the insanity around them, he was proud that they were there. There would be a new happiness with this holiday. It had always been his favorite when he was younger, something wonderful about getting dressed up in a costume and becoming a new person. Now, there would be the happiness of having a whole new meaning to the festive holiday. He would be able to dress up like a pirate and celebrate his wedding anniversary. Just like how he was able to celebrate Valentine's Day as the happiest day of his life, and soon Christmas as the day when he would be able to stand in front of all of their friends and family as husbands.

Harrow could see the smirk on his face when Harrow was carded for the bottle and the bartender seemed to be convinced it was a fake. Harrow was barely over five feet tall and he had the perpetual baby face that made most of his students lose all sorts of respect for him. When he was younger, he, Cooper and Oliver would try to go out drinking and it almost never worked. Usually they would cause a distraction and Harrow would sneak behind the bar and steal a bottle or two. Being small and fast was always in his favor. They would stumble around Salem, or hide out in the woods and get drunk together. He would always pass out before them. Now he knew that his two friends would wait until he was unconscious and they would fool around with each other.

There was a part of him that hated that his friends hid this from him for so long. He wondered why they would ever hide it from him, but he understood the need to have people think that they were perfect. Cooper wanted everyone to think that he had a perfect marriage, when really he wanted to be with Oliver. He hoped that things would work out with his two friends. That they would find their happiness together without worrying about what people said.

"Pfft." He made a noise with his lips and smiled at his husband, "Elsa loves you too much. You know she'll make this me taking you from her." There was a light tone in his voice, one that was laced with the very real truth of how Elsa felt about him.
"And like I would let her kill you. I would valiantly throw myself over you in front of her blade of hatred, you know that."

Harrow took a drink from the shotglass and knew exactly what newly married couples did in Vegas.
"Well there are a few options. We could gamble away our savings, we might be able to win a little something, but mostly it'll end with us being completely broke. Or." He poured shots for both of them and smiled at his husband,
"We can go upstairs and consummate our marriage?" It wasn't like they had been saving themselves for this night. They had been together in most every room of their house, in both of their offices and in a few other places around Salem. While Harrow was Felix's only sexual partner, he had been less than pure in his younger years. None of his other sexual partners meant anything to him, not like Felix did.

"But then there is also the taking in a show, getting passed out drunk, the usual."

Harrow always thought about what it would be like the day he got married. Since he met Felix, he knew that it would only be to him. That no matter what happened in their lives, some how they would find their ways back to each other. Even when they broke up, he couldn't think about marrying anyone else without thinking about the bliss he would feel knowing that Felix would object to it and steal him away from whoever he was stupid enough to think would make him happier. He knew that there was no one but Felix, and now they were married. They were husbands and it would be the best secret that they could ever keep between them. Halloween would have a deeper happiness in his heart, more than all of the memories of when he would go trick or treating with his siblings.

They would go out every year with Harrow and his sister reigning in the rest of the kids. His younger brothers would run around and get all of the candy that they could stuffed into pillow cases. Harrow and his sister would have to ration it away, keep them from eating candy until they were sick. There were times when their father would be in the middle of a piece and not even know what day it was. Harrow and his sister took over a lot of the responsibility with their siblings, but it made everything better with them. He was able to protect his siblings in the best way he could, and their father was able to pour all of his grief for his wife into art.

He grew up with more responsibility than he thought he would be able to handle, but it made him into a strong man. Someone who was able to provide for a family and make it on his own. Being with Felix showed how much he was able to stand on his own, but also depend on someone else to care for him.

"Well just for you then." He kissed his husband's cheek and leaned against him a little, just in pure bliss that his husband was next to him. That no matter what happened, they would be able to be together and stand together. Sure, there were people who believed in divorce, that they would get through a starter marriage and then find a second husband that would be better, but he knew better. They would be together forever and there would be nothing that would be able to tear them apart. They made it through the toughest time of their relationship with a minor hiccup, but were stronger since then.
"No sacrificing, but maybe some hiding behind you. You're a little more intimidating than I am."

Harrow smirked when his husband agreed to finding a room with him. He never thought that he would be able to offer sex to Felix and get such an immediate response. Since they had gotten back together, it was so easy to be affectionate with his husband. They were sweet with each other, and he was able to just kiss his husband on the cheek and not have to worry about Felix flinching like he had been struck. It was amazing and he never thought that he could ever be happier.

"Let's go." He grabbed the bottle and walked towards the front desk. Felix paid for the marked up bottle of liquor, so he would pay for a night in a hotel room. He wanted to make sure they had a nice room, and some champagne and desserts for them to treat themselves with. The man behind the counter slid a key over to Harrow once everything was signed and he smiled at his husband,

"Is the honeymoon suite too cheesy, cause I couldn't help myself."

Harrow loved it when they would just sit on the couch together in a pile of limbs and comfort. They would watch television while they complained about their days, or told each other funny stories about what some first year did. Harrow loved being a professor. He loved knowing that he was helping his students become witches or wizards and always hoped that they would be able to find themselves in the walls of Salem. He knew that he did. He found his best friends in the whole wide world, and he found the love of his life. He knew that his future children would run around the halls of Salem and he couldn't wait to have every moment of that with Felix.

He couldn't wait to be with his husband, to officially make their marriage consummated. Sure, they had been with each other in every sense of the word for years, but there was something better and even more special about the night they were going to have in Vegas. There was something about Vegas that had him positively buzzing. The air was electric around them, and he knew that it was something about the nightlife around them, the alcohol in his veins and the love in his heart for the man next to him. They were married. It was the best feeling in the world and something he would want for the rest of his life.

Elsa was intimidating, but there was no way that she was going to ruin this love between them. He allowed Elsa to intimidate him for too long, and he hated it. Felix was the one person in the world who he was born to be with. Literally no one else could ever make him as happy as she did and he wouldn't give up his marriage or his title as Felix's husband for as long as he lived. He was born to be Mr Satagori-Hedlund, and he would die as such.
"Well as Cooper's grandmother says, 'she can kiss my grits'." He did his best to capture the sassy accent of his best friend's grandmother, but he was sure he missed the mark by a little bit.

They would always bicker about their finances, mostly because Felix had been raised in an extremely wealthy family, and Harrow grew up struggling. His mother had been the primary breadwinner, her academic work published all over the world and her teaching position. His father had been the free spirit. He made beautiful art and when she died, he tried to be the primary support system, but he ended up depending on Harrow and his older sister more than he probably should have.

When they got to the hotel room, he grinned when Felix picked him up and carried him through the threshold of the room. Once the bed was under his back, Harrow ran his fingers through his longer hair and kissed him deeply. The room could have been completely bare walls, it could have been dripping in diamonds and gold, he really didn't care. He was in a honeymoon suite with his husband. The one who he was going to be with for the rest of his life.
"Jag älskar dig, min make." His husband. The man who he loved more than anything in the world.

"Mine forever."