He waited patiently as we took our bands and slid them onto each other’s ring fingers.
“As God of love, I give this union my blessing. May you live the rest of eternity in happiness and surrounded by love as deep as you feel today.” Erik’s eyes glowed red as everyone joined in the blessing and gave us their well wishes. “Go ahead and… Yeah, I knew he wasn’t going to wait.”
I brought my mouth down hungrily on my wife’s. Her arms wrapped around my neck, body pressed flush against mine. The sound of cheers and whistles filled the air around us.
“You are my wife,” I told her, breaking apart.
“And you are my husband,” she breathed. “Finally.”
“Ladies and gentlemen. Gods, Goddesses, and mortals, it is my honour to present to you for the first time as husband and wife, Grayson and Quentin, Lord and Lady of chaos.”
We’d done it. We were officially married. I was a wife, and not just anyone’s, but Gray’s wife. Never in a million years could I have seen this coming when I first laid eyes on him. If I were Erik, if my responsibility was love, I would spend the rest of my days glowing from the strength of what I felt.
Our auras appeared between our hearts, strung together, and made no sign of disappearing as we made our way out to the reception. Sloan and Erik had worked hard to produce such a beautiful setting for all of us that my heart ached with gratitude.
“Congratulations,” Archer said, coming over to us.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“An eternity is a long time… I truly hope you both get to spend it together.”
There was a small flicker of sadness in his eyes, and I knew he must be thinking about the vows he made. One time, Archerbelieved he would spend an eternity with Elara and it was ripped from him.
“Thank you,” Gray said to him. “For everything.”
Archer merely shook his head. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
The night became overwhelming with people wanting to congratulate us. With the tears that Sophie and Cass shed. And the speeches that saw Malachi choke on a piece of bread from the scandalous nature.
Sloan pushed her way through the crowd, beaming.
“The ceremony was beautiful,” she said. “Ignore Erik. He loves to be the one with the dramatics at a wedding.”
I laughed. “Thank you so much for everything you’ve done.”
“Don’t mention it, Quentin. We’re family.”
Family. It continued to grow in the most beautiful ways. I opened my arms and Sloan stepped towards me so we could share a hug. She tensed slightly, and I let go of her.
“Are you okay?” I asked, worried I’d hurt her.
“Yes,” she waved me off. “I thought I saw one of the kids.”
Shaking her head, she moved to Grayson. Sloan took his face in her hands, in a motherly gesture.
“I’ll give you both a minute,” I told them. “I’m going to grab a drink.”
I’d learned that Gray had played a big role in getting Sloan and Erik up the aisle. I imagined Sloan wanted a few moments to share her joy in the fact her brother-in-law had finally achieved the same. With a champagne glass in hand, I watched the room, but my eyes were easily drawn back to my husband. Sloan hugged him tight, but when they pulled apart, his face was not as relaxed as what it had been. Within moments, his gaze landed on me and he broke into a grin. No crisis. Just him being overly protective.
Striding over to me, he pulled the drink gently from my hand and led me towards the dance floor. Despite the exhaustion that was slowly settling over me, I refused to sit down. I longed to spend the rest of my night in his arms, dancing, drinking, and adoring my husband.
“Quentin, I have something to ask you,” he said, staring down at me.
“Fair warning that I will say yes to anything you ask tonight,” I replied.
That earned me a laugh. “Dangerous knowledge to share. But perhaps it’ll work in my favour.”
“What is it you’re after, trouble?”
