Page 58 of A Case of You
Stuart did, and Brandon snapped the pic.
Then he texted it to Stuart, and a copy to Jeff.
Jeff replied almost immediately.
Rawr! I’d do them! ;)
Brandon laughed as he showed Stuart the text. “Are we agreed? You’ll try to relax tonight? Focus on me, if nothing else. You know we’ll at the very least look better than Jake if he shows up.”
“Yes, Sir.”
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Brandon was glad to see Stuart appeared somewhat less stressed than he had earlier.
Whether that would hold or not remained to be seen.
Eileen had told them to be there early, because she wanted them seated in the front row with their parents, Robert, and his wife, Kim, and their two kids.
There was no room for Jake, and the chairs had been set up accordingly for just that reason. At the very least, Jake would have to sit a row back, probably farther, because she’d also asked her friends to come a little early, too, and fill up the rows immediately behind the first row on the bride’s side.
Once the wedding service ended, everyone would be asked to grab a chair and move them to the tables in the back of the room for the reception part of the festivities while the DJ turned the front half into a dance floor and the photographer took family pictures.
As they sat and waited, and more people arrived, it was starting to look like maybe Jake wouldn’t come after all.
Twenty minutes before it was scheduled to start, Stuart nudged him. Shelly and her two sons had arrived, and she immediately directed them to sit in the last row. She sat on the far end, leaving no chairs next to her for Jake, should he also be arriving. She also wore a dour look but Brandon couldn’t tell if that was her usual resting expression or due to something else.
Five minutes before it was going to start, Jake finally walked in. When he spotted Shelly and his two sons, he then looked around the room, realized most of the chairs were taken near the front, then finally sat on his sons’ far side.
Shelly didn’t speak to Jake, barely looked at him.
Brandon was curious if they even rode together.
Shelly wore a dress, dark navy, nothing special but at least she’d made an effort, as had many people despite Eileen’s instructions that casual was okay due to the cold and the setting.
Jake was dressed in jeans and a button-up short-sleeved shirt that was barely holding onto its grip around his ample gut.
John’s friends, and Miranda, were all dressed in their formal Army uniforms and looked nearly as gorgeous as the bride.
They weren’t having a formal procession of the bridesmaids and groomsmen—the latter who were all John’s buddies and in uniform—just Eileen walking down the center aisle on her father’s arm.
Stuart’s mother had put her husband into a blazer and tie over khakis and had worn a grey dress herself. Absolutely nothing wrong with that, they looked great.
Damn sight better than Jake did.
Even Robert and Kim and their kids were dressed in Sunday best.
Once the procession ended and Stuart’s father took his seat, Brandon held hands with Stuart, fingers laced, gently squeezing to keep Stuart focused. The ceremony was short and sweet, the couple having written their own vows. The love in their expressions as they looked at each other made Brandon’s heart ache that, in that one last little detail, he couldn’t fully make Stuart his husband.
His thumb traced Stuart’s wedding band as he watched the couple kiss. Then everyone cheered and applauded. That’s when Stuart turned his head and met his gaze dead-on.
Those sweet green eyes of his always hardened Brandon’s cock.
He brushed a quick kiss across Brandon’s lips with a playful smile. “Love you, hubby.”
Brandon knew what a massive feat of courage that had taken him, and he squeezed his hand again. “Love you, too, hubby.”
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