8 - upwards to infinity

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Welcome to our eighth prompt post.

As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:

1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real

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Happiness Requires Unhappy Decisions. (1a/1)

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Florence wrapped her arms around Nick as he walked into the large, elegant hall, "Thank you for coming Nick. It wouldn't be the same without you." He returned the hug with an awkard pat on the back, ensuring that his watch didn't catch onto the delicate wedding dress. It was quite the surprise when he received the wedding invitation. He and her father hadn't talked in the five years since Nick left politics to move to Spain with Miriam. They had argued, he and David, over everything in their remaining years as friends. Friends despite how much Nick had protested in the media. The coalition may have formed their friendship but it was still the inevitble device to ensure that it would never last. The time spent together may have brought out surprising things about each other but it also brought out the bad points. Bad points that became magnfied once their parties went their separate ways and they tried to remain friends, though more secretly than before.

"You look, what can I say? You look beautiful." Florence accepted the compliment and the kiss on the cheek that he gave her. She didn't waste time though and dragged Nick over to see David. Nick wouldn't lie that he had been nervous about seeing David again and at this point he was quite disappointed that he hadn't had anything to drink yet.

"I think its time, Dad." David turned round, looking shocked to see Nick standing in front of him. He tried to hide his pleasure, despite their horrid last argument, to gauge how Nick was reacting to seeing him. He wasn't told much by the other mans reaction.

Florence stood in between the two aging men, looking slightly impatient as they were failing to say anything. Nick broke the first smile, "You have raised a beautiful daughter."

"Thanks, its all Sam though. Its, its good to see you Nick. I have to say, Flo never told me you would be here." David smiled at last, planting a hand on the all too familiar shoulder.

"I'm going to leave you two to get reaquainted." Florence smiled and left the two men to greet more guests.

"I hope you don't mind."

"Its in the past now, Nick. Lets just enjoy the evening. I need to take care of some duties that Sam has left me. But I will see you after the meal. It really is good to see you again." His hand rested on the other mans shoulder once again, allowing it to linger a little before he left.

On his return to Miriam, he gave her an understood nod.

The first dance of the newlyweds followed a delicious meal. They were joined on the floor afterwards by Samantha and David and then others trickled onto the floor after them. Nick held out his hand for Miriam to take and lead her out onto the dancefloor, spinning her around as she reached the floor.

They were later interrupted by David, "Mind if I steal your husband for a dance," he joked to Miriam. She granted of course and sat back down to watch the two men awkwardly try to work out which of them should lead.

With Nick's arm around his waist, David whispered, "It's just as well the media aren't here. They would have a field day with us dancing together."

"I don't think they care so much about what politicians get up to in private once they are past a certain age," Nick replied, prompting a laugh from them both.

"That is very true." The last words that were spoken, at least for a couple of minutes as they danced in each others company.