“The gym?” I asked when I realized where we were going.
“Yup. Get your ass in there,” he ordered.
Okay,nowI got it. Kip wanted to relive some fantasy where he had me spread out on the gymnastics mats, not that I was averse to that at all. Then I noticed all the windows were covered with paper. It was semi-dark in the cavernous space. I was about to say something when lights flicked to life and a throng of people shouted out.
“Surprise!”
The space was decorated with ribbons and balloons. It seemed as though half the town was crammed in there.
“What the hell?” I demanded. Kip scowled and I bit my lip. “Sorry, Kip. I meant, what’s happening?” I blinked when Alpha John stepped forward, smiling broadly.
“Kip, Mason! Welcome to your wedding.”
Ourwhatnow?
“What’s he talking about?” I whispered.
Kip took my hands and faced me. “Things have been on a roller coaster since we got together. There hasn’t really been time to catch our breaths. I’ve wanted to ask you to marry me, but the time never seemed right. Over the weekend I realized that with the two of us, there might never be a perfect time. So I decided to drag you down here and hope you said yes.”
Marriage? Me? I had to bite back a laugh, because I’d always believed I would be one of four of my Dominant’s polycule. Marriage wasn’t for Omegas. Yet, here we were,surrounded by people we both knew, here to take part in our wedding.
“I would be insane if I turned you down,” I replied.
Kip’s smile was a gift I would never refuse.
The ceremony was short and sweet. Our parents were there, with our moms sobbing as I said, “I do.” Even my dad sniffled. Tony stood there, beaming at his son.
To be honest, I didn’t notice much. My attention was focused on Kip.
He slid a ring onto my finger, and my one regret was that I hadn’t known about this so I could have a ring for him. Our first kiss as husbands was sweet.
Later, when we went to the Applejack for dinner, Tony broke down, sobbing into his hands that his boy was finally married.
Maybe age isn’t a qualifier for stoicism.
Throughout the meal I kept sneaking glances at Kip.
My husband.
Life was sweet.
“Do you have your eyes closed?” Kip asked again. That note of excitement had me really intrigued.
“Yes, Kip.”
“Good. Keep them shut for a little longer.” He sounded like a kid on Christmas morning, all full of nervousness to find out what Santa had brought him.
We walked for a bit, him guiding me. It was funny, but I never once worried he’d let me walk into a tree or trip and fall flat on my face. After he told me his secret, I trusted him more than ever before. His parents were over the moon when they found out he’d shared, and I felt it was only right to tell them about my family. We’d ended upcelebrating the New Year together and getting more than a little toasty.
“Okay, we’re here. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Kip.”
“Open your eyes.”
I did, and blinked against the late afternoon sun that seemed to be at the perfect angle to make me blind. When my vision cleared we were standing outside a house.
No, not a house—ahome.
