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“That’s fucking cool.”

“Easton!” Mrs. Warner chided with an exasperated screech.

He chuckled, taking my engagement ring from his brother. I told him I didn’t want anything more than what he already gave me. Adding anything to it would be too big on my finger anyway. So I gave up my engagement ring for the day and he gave it back, slipping it on my finger and kissing my knuckles. Then he shot another dirty look at the minister.

“Now?”

The minister barked out a laugh. “Now. I pronounce you both husbands. May your lives be filled with love and laughter for the rest of your days.”

Easton caught me easily as I threw myself at him, lifting me off my feet. I pressed my lips against his. And it was perfect. Just like he was.

After being practically pushed backdown the aisle, because Easton wasn’t interested in ending the kiss before he absolutely had to, we were ushered away to Mr. Warner’s office, where the official paperwork was waiting to be signed. We were supposed to skip this part, so I frowned when Easton led me around the desk and sat in the chair, pulling me into his lap.

“What are you doing?”

“Marrying you.” He said it so matter-of-factly, like he wasn’t giving me everything I ever dreamed of, everything I was too afraid to ask for.

“But–”

“This doesn’t change much, Gary. You said it yourself. Our relationship is going to stay the same, just as fun, just as crazy,for years. Except now, legally, you’ll belong to me, and no one, not even your fucked up family, can take you from me.”

It was such an Easton way of saying it. Full of possessiveness and teasing. And I absolutely loved it. But I couldn’t let him do this without telling him the truth.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. You’re right, I don’t want things to change. But I don’t want you doing this without knowing.”

He cupped my cheek, leaning his forehead against mine. “I’m not ever going to be the romance guy, and I will probably forget our anniversary, but I’m never going to stop wanting you beside me. Never going to want anyone else but you. Does that work for you?”

Tears slipped down my cheeks, and a huge grin spread across my face. “Yes. That’s enough for me. You’re enough for me. Forever.”

“Good. Then sign the damn papers, Gary. And don’t forget to sign the right name.”

With a wet laugh, I sat up, looking at the papers on the desk. I did a double take and frowned, confused. “Wait. Why is the last name different?”

“Smiley came up with it. We said we wanted to start fresh with a new name, right? I wanted something that was just for us. To show what we were to each other. There weren’t any good ones that meant best friend, so Smiley suggested this instead. Something we both are to each other. Something that will keep us together for a long time. At least, that’s how he described it.”

He acted like it didn’t matter, but he wouldn’t have accepted it if it didn’t. And Smiley was right. It was exactly what Easton was to me, and what I strived to be for him. So, to show him I agreed, I scrawled my name next to his.

Gary and Easton Solace. It had a nice ring to it.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

EASTON

After all theromance-y bits were over, we could finally have a little fun. When I decided this was going to be our actual wedding, me and the guys made sure to throw in a few things that fit me and Gary better than the hoity toity shit my old man had planned. Chuckles and Smiley bought a bunch of yard games, Angel painted them to match the theme, and Jayden and Ben set them up after the ceremony was over. There was everything from beer pong to air hockey. Even Gary’s friend Carter pitched in and ordered a giant bouncy castle. It was white and decorated for a wedding, but still awesome. And Gary laughed his ass off when I dragged him onto it.

My old man’s rich guests didn’t know what to do with the idea of having fun at first, but they loosened up eventually. And when my old man came up to me and challenged me to beer pong, I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him no. I dragged Gary with me, and the old man teamed up with Arthur, and it was fucking hilarious.

“Easton! That’s cheating!” Gary laughed, trying to pull me away from guarding the cups.

“No, it’s not! It’s my wedding, and I say it’s not!”

“I call foul!” Arthur yelled, waving Jayden over to join us. “We’ve got a lawyer. Let him weigh in.”

Jayden put his hands up and shrugged. “Wedding rules state that the grooms get to decide. The best men only step in during a tie.”

Gary spun around, pointing a finger at me. “Foul!”

“Who’s side are you on,husband!”

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