Page 113 of Dreams Do Come True
Kean laughs. “Maybe wait until after our wedding.”
“Fine, come on then, handsome, let’s go get married,” I reply, as music floats around the area.
We walk downthe makeshift aisle hand in hand, smiling at family and friends. I see Daniel giving me two thumbs up and get smiles from Monica, Chris and Justin.
At the end of the aisle are steps leading up to a stage, for want of a better word. There is an arch of flowers, and off to one side a table, with a bottle on it, for the baby naming and a candle.
Molly is stood in the middle of the stage under the arch waiting for us. She touches both our arms. “Ready?”
“So ready,” I reply, looking at Kean.
“More than,” Kean adds.
Molly cackles out a laugh. “Perfect, then I shall begin.”
I feel a lot of magic in the air, especially an enhancement spell, meaning we don’t need microphones.
Molly opens her arms. “Friends and family, we are gathered here for a day of celebrations. The wedding of Titus Compton to Kean Stone, the naming of their baby son, and welcome to the family for their Lyric. Titus, Kean turn to face each other.”
We do, and I hold out my other hand to Kean, and he takes it, his thumbs stroking over the back of my hands.
“Do you, Titus Compton, take Kean Stone as your wedded husband. Do you promise to stand by him in good times and bad? Do you promise to offer him comfort in times of hardship and worry? Do you promise to love him forevermore?”
I look into Kean’s happy eyes. “I promise, all of that and so much more.”
Molly cackles and turns to Kean.
“Do you, Kean Stone, take Titus Compton as your wedded husband. Do you promise to stand by him in good times and bad? Do you promise to offer him comfort in times of hardship and worry? Do you promise to love him forevermore?”
“I do, always for every lifetime.”
I hear a sniff and see a few people dabbing their eyes, including Ernest.
Molly looks over to John. Lyric is sitting on his lap. “Lyric, do you have the rings?”
“I do,” he shouts, waving a rainbow-coloured cushion in the air.
John catches the cushion before anything happens to the rings. He stands up and puts Lyric down, and hands him the cushion. “Remember, be careful with this.”
Lyric nods. “I do.” He runs up to the steps and climbs up. “I come,” he calls.
Kean lets go of my hands and goes to meet Lyric, picking him up and carrying him over.
“I parry wings,” he says, happily, holding out the cushion.
Molly cackles and takes the cushion, just as Lyric starts waving it about again. “Thank you, little man.”
Kean looks at Lyric. “Do you want to go back to the family?”
“No,” he says, snuggling into Kean.
Molly takes the two rings off the cushion and hands one to me. “Sonny, take Kean's ring and slip it onto Kean’s finger, then you can say your own vows.”
I take the offered ring, smiling at Molly. Kean holds his hand out, and I slip his wedding ring onto his finger, and keep hold of his hand.
“Kean, I sometimes wish we had met sooner, but I get it now. Our paths crossed right on time. You came along, with pizza and tight jeans,” I smile as Kean booms out a laugh, “and turned me inside out with your love. Uncovering parts of me I never knew existed. You brought out my joy, my love, my laughter. Not a moment is wasted when I’m by your side. My goal is to show you how special you are, and to fill your life with love and care, and stand side by side as we raise our wonderful boys together,” I feel my eyes fill with happy tears and give a little sniff.
I hear more sniffing and then a nose being blown. I look and see Ernest, wiping his nose. He holds a thumb up.
