Page 90 of Roll With The Punches
This was real. This was life.
This was happening to him, with the men he loved.
He perked up when she reached the important part. “Do you, Stuart, take Brandon and Jeff as your husbands, to love, honor, and obey, as long as you all shall live?”
Stuart was crying, but the beaming smile on his face completed the story. “I do.”
“Do you, Jeff, take Brandon and Stuart as your husbands, to love, honor, and obey, as long as you all shall live?”
He nodded. “I do.”
“Do you, Brandon, take Jeff and Stuart as your husbands, to love, honor, and cherish, as long as you all shall live?”
Despite everything they’d been through, this seemed the most at peace Brandon had looked since they’d met. His blue eyes seemed lit from within, glowing. “I do.”
“Then by the power vested in me by the State of Florida, I pronounce you married.”
As everyone cheered, Brandon first kissed Stuart, then leaned in to kiss him, finishing with nuzzling his nose.
A sneaky, playful smile curled the sadist’s lips. “No getting away from us now,” Brandon said.
“Just don’t give Dobby a sock, and you’ll be fine.”
* * * *
Even though only Brandon and Jeff were signing the marriage certificate as the betrothed, Brandon had Stuart sign as one of the witnesses. In that way, at least, he was on the form.
Stuart genuinely didn’tcare.
He had a ring on his hand and two men in his bed every night.
He had afamily.
He’d stopped worrying about the people in Iowa who shared genetics and a last name with him. He’d had to block his oldest brother on Facebook because Stuart had stopped censoring himself there and had been posting pics of the three of them as a family, along with Emma, Grace, and Tracey.
He had far more friends than family on the site, and while he knew a couple of family members had unfriended him, the rest stayed quiet.
Zero.
Fucks.
Given.
They sat Jeff in a chair in the shade, near a fan so he wouldn’t get overheated. Brandon let Stuart fix Jeff’s lunch plate for him, making sure Jeff was drinking enough water, and keeping track of when he was due for his next round of meds.
If this was what happiness felt like, then yeah, he was blissful.
Calvin teased Brandon. “Gee, thanks. Now Iris is gonna want me to marry her.”
She lightly smacked his upper arm with the back of her hand. “Saysyou. I’m fine the way things are.”
“Are you now?”
“Yeah.” But a little look passed between them, both of them smiling at each other.
Stuart wondered what that was about.
Today’s event wasn’t going to be long, or late. Everyone knew about Jeff’s health issues, and no one wanted to stress him. After the cake was cut and served, all three men playfully poking frosting-covered fingers at each other, the clean-up eventually started.
