Page 107 of Next Thing You Know
Next was Saint, and yep, Asher did look like he wanted to rip his clothes off. He smiled happily at Asher as he grew closer, his glasses slipping down his nose, his cheeks pink with a blush. Blake followed behind him, his eyes finding his husband, Tom, in the sea of guests before he joined us up front. Killian made a huge show of making himself the center of attention, because of course he did. Waving to everyone and twirling around. Everyone laughed, and Archer squealed with excitement, calling out “Daddy” when he saw him. Killian stopped to kiss his husband and son before standing with Blake and Saint. When Maverick appeared, I heard the soft gasp Jackson let out. Even now, Jax was still madly in love with the drummer, something I hoped to feel for Dean years from today. The love the two of them had for one another was a one-of-kind thing. Yet it was also something I saw in Killian and Matthias, Blake and Tom, Asher and Saint, Wyatt, Noel, and Seth. Even in our newer friends Ezra and Carson, Holt and Watts. I felt like North Carolina was the place we were going to live out our happily ever after.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jackson murmured.
Maverick beamed at him happily before he ducked his head. Yeah, that was something I wanted to give to Dean, too.
And then I saw him. My soon-to-be husband. My forever love. The man of my dreams. Dean. He was dressed in a suit that was exactly like mine. Black with a green tie. His green hair pulled back in his signature ponytail and... Wait, was that a crown nestled onto his head? It looked like the one that Maverick had worn on his wedding day. It looked perfect,though, just like Dean did. I couldn’t see anyone else but him. As Helena walked him down the aisle, the smile on his face was so big it looked like his face might split wide open.
Dean kissed Helena on the cheek before he took my hand. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi, Pink. You look stunning.” I reached up and touched his cheek, stroking his skin with my thumb. “You look... Damn, you look perfect.”
Dean blushed. “Thank you, babe. You look pretty handsome yourself.”
“I like the crown. It’s a nice touch.”
“Mav said it was tradition.”
I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him and never stop. But we had something important to do first.
“Are you ready to get married?” I asked.
“Fuck yes, I am, Beau,” Dean burst out, and his whole face turned bright red. “Because I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”
I dropped his hand so I could cup his head in my palms. “Good. Because I want to marry you, too. And I love you with all my heart and soul, Dean.”
Then we turned to the Justice of the Peace to say our vows.
The End
