Bella and Sherlock are not supposed to see each other in their wedding outfits until the right moment, so Bella is in her dressing room with her one non-Tony bridesmaid (Sanda, she from whom Cricket was obtained), letting the witch pin her hair up. Kanim is also serving as a Bella-bridesperson but he absented himself from the dressing room when it came time to get into the dress. The dress itself is fairly ordinary - cloud-white and sleeveless with one shoulder strap, an asymmetrical gather at the waist, hemmed at the knee for summer coolness. But it's embroidered with a thousand little glass beads tracing whorls along the fabric and following the folds that lead away from the gather. Into each of these beads Bella has imparted a little kiss of magic. They gleam with ripples of intense diamondlike fire when she moves. She admires herself in the mirror while Sanda fusses with braids and the curling iron. (Bella's hair isn't that long, and she wears it down all the time; for a special occasion some fuss is called for.)
Bella's hair is finished. She steps into her shoes (they're white and beaded to match, enchanted like her everyday moccasins so she won't trip down the aisle).
Cricket sidles into the room to tell her when it's time.
The ceremony itself is fairly simple.
Also, it involves kissing Sherlock! That's always good.
Kissing Bella is definitely her favourite part.
And then all three princesses (of course Tony is coming along) are off on a honeymoon! To the beach! They spend a lot of time in the seaside cottage and not nearly as much time actually on the beach.
Bella brings her magic things. The most clinical conception in history takes place (and is then celebrated, rather less clinically). Bella thinks it worked, but there's no way to be sure until Sherlock starts exhibiting the usual symptoms.
Eventually, the usual symptoms do occur.
Hurray! Except insofar as the symptoms are unpleasant. They are back at the castle by this time; Bella mixes up anti-nausea potions and is generally very attentive.
She is generally not quite as inconvenienced as she was expecting.
"How closely spaced should Carinna and her next littlest sister be?" Bella wonders during this.
"I think it would be cute if they were both honeymoon babies," Tony declares.
Bella giggles and kisses her and starts setting up accordingly. "I love you. We could set numbers two and three up to be twins-of-sorts," she adds thoughtfully, "but that might be too many babies to deal with all at once."
"I think twins-of-sorts would be cute too! And we have palace staff to help with the babies, don't we?"
"That's true. All right, I'll cast me after you, then." Setup-setup-setup. "We will need more names."
"Yeah." Bella places the last setup object and casts the spell, then shoos Tony out of her spot so she can sit there instead. "For mine, hmmm." She adjusts a couple of objects. "Something-wen. Kiwen. Kiawen. How's Kiawen?"
Bella giggles and leans out of her spell-setup to kiss Sherlock and then she muses, "I suppose biologically speaking it doesn't matter, but I do have to pick which of you to draw on, in my case."
"Well, you are supposedly on honeymoon with only one of us," says Sherlock.
"Supposedly," drawls Bella. "Okay, Tony it is." Cast, cast. She scoops up the materials and puts them away.
"Hey, whose honeymoon is this?" says Tony playfully, and she steals Bella for a kiss of her own.
Carinna is born in early Pink, cute as a button, bald as an egg, and loud as a siren. She considers many of the things that happen to her immediate problems that must be solved at once lest everything be horrible forever. However, she can be quickly quieted if Sherlock picks her up, mostly because Sherlock is very good at figuring out what the matter is and can be relied on to solve the problem quickly.
Sherlock considers Carinna a source of endless fascination and, when not holding her, can usually be found somewhere in sight.