The wedding had been a rushed thing. Remus thought it was what he wanted, he was pretty sure he loved her, she was amazing and he certainly didn’t deserve her. And if a niggling voice in the back of his head told him "pretty sure" wasn’t what someone was supposed to feel about the person they were marrying... Well, he’d got pretty good at pushing down those kind of thoughts over the course of his life. And she was thrilled, she’d had a glow about her ever since they’d agreed on it, happily making plans for the rest of their lives together. He could be happy with her, he knew he could. She was good for him and he would try his hardest to be good for her too. And right now, with everything being how it was, who even knew how long any of them had left. It was important to make the most of any good thing you had going for you while you could.