“Possibly with a dash of threatening,” Sandy added.
“It is our responsibility to judge him to his face to make sure he’s good enough,” Corey agreed.
“Best day ever,” I said.
“Except for the fact that you still didn’t write your vows,” Sandy said. “I feel like that’s just going to lead to a train wreck that I’ll see coming, but will not want to do anything to stop because I like destruction porn.”
“Eh, winging it still sounds like a good idea. I’ll probably regret it when I’m standing in front of everyone, but that’s Tomorrow Paul’s problem. Today Paul is feeling fine.”
And later, when the others had drifted off to sleep, I was feeling fine. Better than fine, even. I couldn’t wait to marry Vince. I couldn’t wait for us to belong to each other completely.
And like it was a little bit of magic, the moment I started thinking of him, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I knew who it was, and even though we weren’t supposed to be talking to each other, I figured a moment or two wouldn’t hurt.
Vince: miss u
Me: Me too. Sandy hogs the covers. Corey snores
Vince: lol. u scared?
Me: No
Vince: me either
Me: Okay, a little bit
Vince: ha, same. we got this?
Me: We so got this.
Vince: 2morrow i get to be mr. vince auster
Me: Yeah you do
Vince: can’t wait
Me: Love you
Vince: luv u 2. nite babe
Yeah. It was going to be just fine.
Chapter Seven: Until You
March 26, 2016
“IT’S NOT fine,” I moaned. “None of it is fine. What the hell was I thinking? I’m getting married? Who does that? I’ll tell you who does that. Crazy heterosexuals who forced their ideology of what it means to be happy upon the gays. I don’t even know if I believe in the institution of marriage.”
“Oh boy,” Sandy said. “I thought this was going to happen.”
“Because he was far too calm yesterday?” Corey asked.
Sandy nodded. “Good. You’re learning. Anytime Paul is calm the day before a major event usually means that the day of, he’ll flame out in an explosion of drama and diva-like behavior.”
“But he really hasn’t acted like a diva yet—”
“Why the hell have you not put my cufflinks on like I told you to do five minutes ago?” I snarled at Sandy. “Are you useless? Is that what you’re trying to tell me? Because if that’s what you’re trying to tell me, surprise! I already know.”
“Whoa,” Corey breathed. “That was so cool. It’s my turn! Do me. Tell me how I’m lacking!”