Aria's enthusiastic kiss upon the announcement was matched only by Yerbol's, who picked her up off her feet for a few moments while they shared their first kiss as man and wife, eyes glinting with joy that words couldn't even begin to express as they withdrew. The duo faced the applauding crowd as Yerbol muttered through their bond about dancing: 
[i]Oh baby, I know how to dance. Don't you worry.[/i]

What Yerbol had neglected to mention was that Tabitha had learned classical dance in her early years from her parents, both of which were avid dance instructors and amateur gymnasts who instilled the love of physical fitness that fueled Tabitha to choose the career of fitness instructor/trainer. When the Champion was young, she taught him the basics, telling him that one day he would thank her profusely for the instruction he didn't like at the time. During he and Aria's first dance together, they gracefully moved across the center of the converted dining hall, prompting a knowing smile from his mother which was returned by the groom with heaping amounts of thankfulness bestowed her a few minutes afterward when the couple was making their rounds to different tables to thank their guests for attending. They managed to find a way to get seated at their own table before a few small toasts were made by Volgorl, Yerbol himself, Bex, Neta and Cheriss(of all people!) and dinner was served. The meal and subsequent dancing was probably Yerbol's favorite part of the entire reception, seeing as they weren't bound to any one particular guest, floating among the crowd and talking to whoever they wished. After a few hours, however, Yerbol's feet were beginning to pulse with throbbing pain and he could sense Aria's exhaust as well. With the sun beginning to descend past the tree line, guests began to filter out, saying their goodbyes to the young couple as they left. Their closest circle of friends and family hung behind due to either living on Zinuthra or choosing to not make the long journey back home after such a long day, which gave one last opportunity for good nights and other affiliated well wishes. 
"I think I'll hang around if Elara will have me." Neta told the couple, shooting a wink across the room at the Havoc commander, who shook her head and chuckled in resigned acceptance. 
"Of course, I won't get to see you both again for a few weeks, but..." She chewed her lip in thought. 
"I think I might be seeing more of you when you get back." Giving them one last hug, she left on that cryptic note.
"What did..." Yerbol shrugged, looking down at his new bride. 
"Guess we can find out after we've had plenty of time laying around as mister and MRS Massani." He couldn't help but slip an arm around her waist and a loving kiss on her forehead, telling her quietly:
"And hopefully we can lay around for a LOT longer without the galaxy falling apart. I think we as newly weds deserve that much." 

Another half hour or so passed before they finally made their way back up their quarters, Yerbol stripping himself of the tie and unbuttoned shirt with a grunt of relief. 
"No one ever warned me..." He then threw off his other formal attire, leaving him in dark blue shorts as he collapsed onto the bed face first. 
"How tiring getting married was." His wife(!) mentioned something about changing, to which Yerbol grunted in approval and turned over just as their bathroom door shut, eyes closing for just a moment...

Then he heard a whisper. It was slight, but he thought he could hear...

Someone? 
"You say something, honey?" When Ari responded with a muffled "No!", his brows scrunched. 

Who...?