Page 158 of The Prodigal Son

After all this time, I’m not mad at her. I have no resentment toward my mother. In the end, I pity her. I wish things were different, but I won’t let it dictate my happiness anymore. At the very least, she can rest knowing her son is happy. That has to be enough.

After a deep breath, I turn and watch as Isaac starts his walk down the aisle with his mom at his side. He takes my breath away. In a black suit with a blue vest that brings out his eyes, he smiles at me as he meets me at the altar.

After hugging his mom, he takes my hands. We stare at each other while Adam starts the ceremony. Then, right there in the church his father built, that I now lead, in front of our friends and family, we vow our lives to each other. It’s the easiest promise I’ve ever made.

I promise to love and care for him. To be faithful and true. I promise to always put him first and commit to this union. I promise to be at his side, no matter what, until the day I die.

He slips a gold band on my ring finger as he looks up into my eyes and winks. The inscription around the band reads:This is for you. You know who you are.

I fight the urge to cry as I slip a braided silver-and-gold band on his finger. On the inside of his ring, it says,Eternally yours. Because he is the only eternal I need. He is the harmony. Forever.

After we say our vows, Adam’s voice cracks on the last part. With tears in his eyes, he says, “I now pronounce you married. You may kiss your groom.”

Isaac practically leaps into my arms. I hold him tighter than I’ve ever held him as I kiss his mouth with passion. We’re both grinning wildly as we come apart, and the people in the pews cheer on their feet.

It’s the happiest day of my life.

Hand in hand, Isaac and I walk back down the aisle toward the door of the church. Everyone meets us out on the lawn for pictures and to throw confetti on us while we kiss.

Our photographer will release the photos to the media because Isaac wants them to. Ever since theveryviral moment of our reunion at his concert, Isaac’s fame skyrocketed. We became icons overnight, and while some of that has faded over the last couple of years, people are still ravenous for a glimpse of our life—our story.

And we’re proud to share it. This is love. And now, this is marriage.

Isaac’s second album went platinum within a week. He is truly a force, and I admire him every single day of my life. I’m still amazed that he and I found our way to each other. Against all odds. In a world that tried to keep us apart.

I often think about what might have become of us if I hadn’t heard his song on the radio one day. Or I hadn’t taken that extra concert ticket. The scariest outcome is that we would have continued on the path we were on when we met. Alone. Afraid. Ashamed.

Together, we are none of those things.

My ministry has found new life in the last two years. I did lose a large chunk of my congregation when I came out, but like a beacon, I found so many more who needed a home like Redemption Point—which is honestly such an appropriate name. Now, the pews are filled with people who refused to sacrifice God’s love when the community tried to force them out. Faith like I’ve never felt before fills these walls every Sunday.

With the tithings and money we’ve raised, our church has been able to provide mental health care to conversion therapy survivors like me. And with a lot of work in the coming months, we hope to bring pivotal legislation to the state courts to have programs like Derek’s banned for good. I wish I could abolish it overnight, but hate always seems to persevere in some form. Until then, I’m going to do everything I can to right their wrongs.

After our photos are all taken, the wedding party takes off for the reception venue. We will meet them over there, but first, I want to close up the church and have a moment alone with my new husband.

Isaac side-eyes me with mischief as we disappear into the building and make our way down the long hallway toward my office. We’re practically running, and if there wasn’t still staff on site, I’d be grinding him against a wall out here.

The moment he steps into my office, I slam the door shut and throw Isaac against the surface. My mouth is on his in a heartbeat, kissing him vigorously after that chaste one we shared in front of our friends and family.

Our bodies are pressed together as I kiss him. Between breaths, he mumbles, “Holy shit, we’re married.”

“We’re fucking married, baby,” I reply, kissing my way down his throat.

He groans loudly as I grind him against the door, and right now, I don’t care who’s on the other side. They should probably get out of the hallway if they don’t want to hear two newlyweds going at it.

My hand winds around the front of Isaac’s throat as I mutter with my lips against his, “Now, be a good boy and get your daddy’s cock out.”

He grins wickedly as his fingers fumble for my belt. I lick my way into his mouth as he works my pants open. And the moment his hand wraps around my cock, I let out a loud moan.

Looking down, I stare at the ring on his finger as he grips my rigid length. He slides his fingers delicately along my shaft, teasing me, and it feels so fucking good.

We’ve been talking about this moment for months. The first time we could be together as a married couple, and it’s honestly even better than I imagined. For us, it honestly never felt like we’d get here. We were both in a place where it felt like marriage was never in the cards for us, and now that I’m here, there’s no one else I’d rather experience this with. How do people wait until their honeymoon?

Dropping my hand from his throat, I move to strip my husband of his clothes. I fumble with his jacket, vest, and button-down shirt. We’re both working to undress each other as I back him up into my office more.

When his bare ass hits the edge of my desk, he smiles up at me. “How do you want me, Daddy?”

I let out a growling sound as my cock twitches in my hand.

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