Jack and Callum walked out of the house and through the yard, past the makeshift aisle framed with sprays of baby’s breath, bunches of lavender, and stems of white daisies. There were so many blooms, the yard looked like it was covered in a patchwork quilt of flowers. Jack hoped it was enough for Callum, and the look in his eyes when they stopped near the base of the willow tree, in front of Verity, indicated it was.
“I was reluctant to marry you two last time,” Verity started off. "I would have rather waited, but a love like yours has no concern for the constraints of time.”
Jack’s body tightened, remembering that terrible morning in the hospital when Verity had walked them through the legalities of a marriage. It had counted then. It meant no more now than it did before, but it somehow also meant everything.
“I know you’re probably caught off guard, Callum, but Jack has prepared some things he’d like to say.”
Jack shifted, tugging Callum to face him and holding both his hands. He stroked his thumbs over his knuckles, and Callum smiled, so pure that he outshined the moon.
“We both know this thing between us wasn’t supposed to happen.” He laughed softly when Callum smiled at him and nodded. “But there was no way it couldn’tnothappen, either. And I’ve known that for a very long time.”
Jack swallowed and continued, “I feel like I’ve waited my entire life to find you, and it seemed like forever, but having you now? Kitten, I’d wait a thousand more lifetimes if it meant I’d have one more day with you.”
Jack swiped a tear from Callum’s cheek and offered him a reassuring smile.
“I’ve never been more lonesome than in the moments I’ve spent without you since I’ve known you, and I’ve never been more scared than when I thought I was going to lose you.”
Jack took his lips between his teeth and bit them down, trying to not go back to that horrible place in his mind where Callum was in the hospital, battered and bruised, but somehow never broken.
“You can’t get rid of me that easy,” Callum said with a huff. Their friends laughed and Jack was back, his mind centered firmly in the present, in this moment.
“I don’t ever want to get rid of you, kitten,” he assured. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to be the husband you deserve.”
Jack looked at their feet, two sets of sneakers surrounded by a handmade garden of colorful blooms. He tilted his neck back and looked up, catching sight of the moon through the top of the tree. Callum squeezed his hands and he looked him in the eye.
“If you think I didn’t have vows written in my head before you even moved to Los Angeles, you’re insane,” Callum teased.
Verity gestured with their hand for him to proceed.
“I was hooked from the very first time you told me to call you Daddy,” Callum told him earnestly. “I didn’t know why. I didn’t even know you, but somehow I guess my heart knew you.”
Callum angled his lip into a smirk. “This part is a recent addition, but whatever." He laughed shortly, then looked at Jack with such conviction he felt it in his bones. “There’s not a star in the sky I want to see without you.”
Jack launched himself forward, cupping Callum’s face in his hands and sealing their lips together. Cementing that promise, here and now in front of all their friends. Aaron made a whooping sound and Gregory whistled, but Verity chided them all into silence.
“We aren’t ready for that part, kids.”
Reluctantly, Jack pulled away, keeping Callum close, his face still cupped in Jack’s palms.
Verity cleared their throat and Jack lowered his hands.
“We all know this marriage is already legal and already repeatedly consecrated, but here and now, in front of all the people who matter most to you and have vested the power with me, I again pronounce you married.Now, you can kiss.”
“Daddy,” Callum breathed the word out like a prayer and Jack swallowed it, licking his way into Callum’s mouth with no regard for modesty or the people around them.
Because after all, no one mattered more than Callum. His husband. His perfect kitten. The man who was worth all the risks, all the waiting, all the fighting, and every last chance.
“I love you,” Jack exhaled the vow into Callum’s mouth.
Callum smiled and licked his lips with a mischievous grin that played across his lips. “Of course you do, Daddy. I mean, how could you not?”
Jack stepped back and swatted his hand around Callum’s backside, evoking a quick wince, a reminder of the cocks he’d just taken no doubt. Jack pulled Callum into a hug and breathed a hot reminder into his ear.
“I told you I’d fill you full of cum and marry you.”
“I never doubted you,” Callum answered, his voice nearly drowned out under the hollering and clapping from their small group of friends.
“Where is the honeymoon?” Samantha asked with a laugh, her voice breaking through the mixed hum of congratulations.
