Page 59 of The Try Line

I promise to give you all of me.

I repeat the same vows when it's my turn, returning Mik's grin when a roll of thunder rumbles through the sky and the first drops of rain threaten. The small crowd of people around us open their umbrellas, and I don't miss my mom and Janel grumbling about our ridiculous excuse for a wedding. They're mortified that we're getting married outside, in the middle of a muddy field, wearing shorts, cleats, and tuxedo t-shirts that Mik and I found hilarious.

My parents still aren't happy about the way things turned out, but they've learned to accept it. A couple of days before Mik and I left for London last year, Janel went with us to sit down with our parents. The look on my mother's face when Janel told her she was divorcing Mik was painful, but she'd actually fainted when it wasmy turn, and I told her that Mik and I were running away together. After making sure my mother was okay, my father stormed out. It took him until our next visit to the states to even talk to me. They're still not big fans of Mik, but seeing as he's not going anywhere, they've begrudgingly accepted that he's always going to be part of the family. It helps that we're semi-famous in the states now, so they can brag to their wannabe high society friends to detract from the scandal we caused.

The sky opens up just as the officiant declares us husband and husband, and we seal our love with a kiss so passionate, my shorts can't hide the reaction. Okay, so maybe the shorts were a bad idea. Although, there's nothing hotter than seeing Mik's thick, tattooed thighs and tight ass in a pair of shorts short enough that his half-hard dick is in danger of escaping. I pull him closer to me, both to hide our obvious arousal, and to feel them pressed together.

Our guests cough and then shuffle towards the parking lot as the rain starts to come down harder. There's an afterparty at our favorite sports bar, but I have a feeling it'll be a while before we make it. There's an SUV with tinted windows waiting for us in the parking lot. But first, I'm going to make out with my husband until our lips are blue and one or both of us comes in our shorts. This is a full circle moment that I plan to take full advantage of.

MIK, THREE YEARS LATER

Caps fly into the air and the crowd cheers. Jason puts his fingers to his mouth and whistles loudly, pumping his fists into the air and annoying the hell out of his parents. Janel reaches a hand back from the row in front of me and grasps my hand, her proud, teary gaze meeting mine for a moment before the tiny human in her other arm demands attention. I blow out my cheeks and make a funny face at little Janie. She giggles, reaching her chubby hands towards me.Janel rolls her eyes and hands her off before bending down to retrieve a tiny shoe that fell off her other little one's foot. After securing the tiny loafer on baby Jamie's foot, she kisses his chubby cheek and then makes heart eyes at the man holding him.

Janel met Jeffery Harding at a networking event for local business owners about a month before Jason and I got married. He attended the wedding with her and joined in with the Reinier family's overall disapproval of our overly casual nuptials. He's a total square, owns a chain of luxury car dealerships, and loves wearing three-piece suits every day of the week. He's perfect for Janel and fits in with her family right down to the J-name. He hates my guts, and I absolutely love him because he makes Janel happy. Plus, I'm rather fond of my twin nibblings, and they love their uncles Mickey and Jay, much to his dismay.

Jason and I are still sort of outcasts in the family, but everyone has mostly come around. It helps that everyone is so much happier now. And since we've settled into a permanent home locally, they get the pleasure of seeing mine and Jason's happy faces at weekly dinners and family events. Tattoos and casual attire and all, they're learning to accept me. Although every time Jason adds a new piece of art to his body, I do get more side-eye than usual and Jason's dad mumbles that he ‘always knew you were going to be trouble,’ under his breath.

"We did it," I tell Janel after we find Jase outside the arena and take more pictures than is probably necessary.

She gives me another teary smile and allows me to pull her into a side hug. Our boy is a college graduate and headed to an internship with a software development company before starting graduate school next fall. I'm trying to convince him to take a little time off over the summer to visit Argentina with me. Their rugby team is training for the Olympics, and I was invited to write an article about them for an LGBTQ+ sports magazine that I often contribute to.

"Yeah, we did it," Janel says happily, before pulling her sleeping toddler from my arms and kissing my cheek. "See you in a bit? Don't forget, you're supposed to bring the wine. And make sure you stop for–"

"Extra ice," I finish for her. "We've got it."

"Where's Jason?"

"Schmoozing his new boss," I say, pointing to where Jason is standing over with the dean. Jase is with them, no doubt talking about the next rugby season.

"Okay, well, we'll see you all back at the house."

I wave them off and make my way towards my husband and son. I have to shake off the flashes of the little boy I sometimes still see when I look at the man Jase has grown into. And I can't stare too long at his uncle, because he still does things to my insides that cause inappropriate physical reactions.

"There he is," Jason says before reintroducing me to the dean. I blink away my wayward thoughts and focus on the smaller, balding man.

The dean shakes my hand enthusiastically, and I roll my lips to keep from chuckling. The dean is a huge sports fan and is maybe a little too excited about having a former professional celebrity player as the new head coach of the university’s rugby program.

"You must be quite proud of this young man," the dean says, reaching up to thump Jase on one of his wide shoulders. "We're so thankful we get another couple of years with him. I think I smell another championship." He claps and excuses himself to mingle with more of the staff, students, and parents that are still milling about.

"We better head out," I tell Jason before looking pointedly at Jase. "If you're late to your own party, your mom will kill me."

"Nah, you survived this long," Jase jokes. "I'll meet you there. My truck is in the parking lot."

"We'll be a few minutes. We have to stop at home to get the wine out of the fridge, then stop for ice on the way."

"Alright, see you there!" Jase runs off, stopping to chit chat with a few buddies on his way out.

"Looks like the guest of honor might be a little late. We might have some time to kill after all," Jason says, stepping up behind me and putting his mouth near my ear. "We should grab the ice first, make sure it’s cold enough.”

My cock twitches in my pants as I turn my head to feel him nuzzle against my neck.

"What do you say, baby?” The vibration of his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I give him a clipped nod and start walking towards the parking lot, not wasting any time. We need to get out of here right now before my cock busts through my pants and the school's new coach gets caught bending me over behind a bush.

We’re predictably late to the party.

Jeffery gives me one of his signature disapproving looks when we walk past him into their massive kitchen. The bags of ice that Jason carried through the house are melting rapidly and dripping all over the floors. I’m holding a box full of wine bottles in front of me to hide my situation. We’re snickering about it when Janel breezes in from putting the little ones down for a nap.

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