I lead Quinn onto the dance floor as the DJ starts to play ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’. I put my hands on his hips, and he loops his around my neck as we shuffle around in a circle, roughly in time to the music.
“Good day?” Quinn asks, staring into my eyes.
“Yes.”
“Beau and Fraser look really happy.” He glances across at them.
I follow his gaze. Even though I’ve been staring at my twin and brother-in-law all day, I’m still blown away by how amazing they look. Beau is wearing a navy blue tuxedo with a pastel rainbow cravat that matches Fraser’s stunning dress. He looks like he’s stepped straight out of a fairy tale. The bodice is covered in sequins that shimmer and gleam in the light. The skirt is an explosion of pastel organza in all the colours of the rainbow.
“They’ve had the sappiest expressions on their faces all day,” I say.
Quinn smiles. “So have you.” He touches my jaw. “You got one right now.”
“That’s because I’m thinking about how much I love you.”
I steady Quinn as he stumbles.
“Maybe hold off on the compliments while we’re dancing?”
I nod. “Good idea.” I tighten my grip on him just in case. “We could talk about our future instead.”
“Oh?”
“Like our wedding day?”
He gazes at the fairy lights and softly draped fabric in pastel rainbow colours. There are dozens of people here. Fraser’s family, friends, and colleagues. Everyone present and important in Beau and Fraser’s lives.
“This is beautiful,” I say. “But something more intimate would be better for us.”
Quinn rests his head on my chest. “You remembered.”
“Of course.” I kiss his hair. “I told you we’d make our wedding work for us, and we will.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hug him to me. “I think you should design the invitations.”
“Me?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. You are the artist.”
“I suppose so. But Rubin’s a graphic designer.”
“He designs dildo packaging.”
Quinn laughs and sags in my arms. I stop dancing and hold him until he’s able to bear his own weight again.
“He could put hidden dildos in the design.”
Quinn clings to me as he laughs loudly. It’s such a beautiful sound, even if it does result in another cataplexy attack.
The song changes to ‘Unchained Melody’ while we wait for Quinn to recover.
“I’m going to need an early night if you keep making me laugh.”
“I can get on board with that.” I yawn. “It’s been a long day. So a small, intimate wedding. You’ll design the invitations and the decorations.”
“And the decorations? What exactly are you going to do?”
“Turn up looking dashing.”
Quinn rolls his eyes. “That hardly seems fair. You always look dashing. We could have a vampire-themed wedding.” He gasps. “Do you think you can get married at Whitby Abbey? It would look stunning at sunset, with the sky drenched in red.” His gaze becomes distant, and his eyelids quiver.
