What if I married Pinkie Pie?
... No picture. Sorry.
In any case, here's the story.
The wedding started off as a traditional wedding. A calm and peaceful ceremony. She wore an elegant wedding dress and I wear a traditional groom's tuxedo, which is fairly easy to miss with my pitch black fur. Even the reception was as calm and honestly boring as anypony would expect. The vows have been given, the kiss has been performed, and it's time for the dances. She flutters her eyes at me, and I wink pleasantly in response. She dashes off to the karaoke table and plays various Alex S.-esque remixes. The party quickly becomes a fast-paced dance party, and we dance fast paced moves at each other's side. We start eating the cake, but this idea is quickly ruined as somepony (won't give any names) chooses to smash a piece into his newly wedded wife's muzzle, which eventually leads to a playful food fight. We go to our home that night exhausted and anxious for the future.
A few days of playing and kindness and congrats, we celebrate our honeymoon happily. Now, most ponies would think this time would be sent performing certain endeavours, but nope. She's oblivious to the idea of such a thing, and I'm asexual, so it's a very PG-rated get-away.
We go home, and spend a few pleasant years with cuddles and snuggles and huggies and parties, and we become open enough to converse on the thought of children. Now, by this point, Pinkie is more aware on this matter, but I'm still asexual. So, what else but adoption. We adopt a filly who's had things rough... one who could really use a party, and make it the happiest foal in the world.
And we live the rest of our lives happily with sweets and sweet endeavours. And life couldn't be better.
... Hypothetically, of course.
((Yup, I just spoke in a page 2 topic. Sue me.))