5SUMMARY: Some say it's unnatural, but nothing's unnatural about love. Today, I'm marrying the man of my dreams, and I will be a wonderful husband to him. This I swear.
©porcelainheart.
THIS I SWEAR.
(A spin-off one-shot of Her Prince Charming)
I'm nervous.
Corrección, I'm going out of my mind with nervousness.
And why shouldn't I be? I am getting married in a little while, after all. That tends to make people nervous, does it not?
More importantly, I'm a gay man that's getting married. I'm not even terrified of the actual ceremony, I'm more terrified of the people who don't support gay marriage. What if a parade of torch-bearers stands outside of the hall we're to be married in, or what if people start yelling phrases like, 'you're an abomination' and 'gays should die'? To some, those worries may seem petty, but to me, they aren't petty. I've been having those same worries from the moment Brennan proposed to me.
I don't know. I probably shouldn't worry so much. I'm supposed to be happy. This is my wedding day, after all.
"Are you the bride or the groom?" Mingmei asks, successfully allowing me to push my worries aside.
I groan, turning to face my best friend. Deciding to play along, I say, "I guess I'd be the bride considering you're my maid of honor, and Brennan's the one with the best man."
"But you're so manly," Mingmei drawls in a whiny tone of voice.
I visibly cringe. "No, I'm not," I start, my tone teasing. I'm pretty sure that look on Mingmei's face means she knows where I'm heading with that statement. "I'm a girly man," I finish, doing my best impersonation of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Mingmei rolls her eyes and grins, then she gets all serious. Great, here come the waterworks. Women. And yet everyone wonders why I'm gay.
"I can't believe my best friend is getting married," she breathes. Yeah, I'll be saying the same thing to her soon, considering Liam has already proposed to her. "Life moves way too quickly for my liking," she whispers almost inaudibly, absentmindedly playing with a few strands of her hair(which is still highlighted with red streaks, by the way). "Who would have thought four years ago that you'd be getting married?"
Though I'm sure the question is rhetorical, I answer, "Certainly not me."
"It's obvious that you two met because of fate," Mingmei comments whilst fixing my tie, which I honestly haven't messed with.
I've been way too nervous.
"The day I met him was one of the happiest days of my life," I admit, allowing myself to take a trip down memory lane, which is something I've been doing a lot lately.
It was just after eight 'o' clock and I had just returned from the soccer field. I swear, I practiced way too much for my own good. Then again, I had been sick of Samara beating me at random games of soccer when Gabriel, Liam, Mingmei, Samara, and I would play. I was always losing, and it was because I hadn't practiced over the summer like coach told me I should do.
After leaving the soccer field and shoving those thoughts aside, I re-entered the building, only to spot some random dude walking around. He looked like a lost puppy - a very cute lost puppy, to be exact. Deciding to prove that chivalry is, indeed, not dead, I walked over to him and asked, "Looking for something?"
Random dude started at my question and turned to face me. As cliché as this sounds, I fell hard in that moment and I honestly didn't want to get back up(all of that is metaphorically speaking, of course). Point being, he was gorgeous. He had choppy, charcoal black locks, a lean body, and he was definitely muscular underneath all that clothing. The last thing I noticed though, but most certainly not the least, were his eyes. They were a mixture of blues, and under the dim light, I could see the grey specks in them. Such beautiful eyes. If my luck when it came to relationships were anything to go by, I'd bet the guy was straight.
Much to my surprise, I had been terribly mistaken.
And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been awfully delighted by said fact.
"You don't have to undress me with your eyes," he started, successfully snapping me out of my thoughts. "I'm perfectly okay with your strong hands doing the job," he teased, his beautiful eyes twinkling with the utmost amusement.
A grin graced my features as I said, "My pleasure."
Random dude grinned mischievously as he held out his hand. "I'm Brennan Somers, the new kid on the block," he introduced.
"Nice to meet you," I said, taking hold of his hand. I desperately attempted to ignore the jolt of electricity that passed between us, but it wasn't exactly easy. "I'm Jayden Hart, and if you don't mind, I'd love to show you around."
I wasn't normally a straight-forward type of guy, but there was no way I was going to let one of the closet-cases get to this guy first.
Brennan retracted his hand, much to my dismay, and flashed me a striking, beautiful smile.
"It'd be ridiculous of me to pass up an offer as promising as that one," Brennan said, and though it was the corniest thing I had ever heard, I couldn't stop myself from grinning. I think that was when I realized I could fall for Brennan.
As we walked away, I had one thought in my mind.
One way or another, I was going to make Brennan Somers, the new kid, all mine.
"I think he may be going temporarily insane," another recognizable female voice says, slowly dragging me out of my thoughts.
"I haven't gone insane," I defend, and then I do a double-take when I realize that Samara is the other girl in my dressing room. "Bitch, what do you think you're doing in here?" I tease. Samara giggles, but I don't laugh.
Before anyone gets under the impression that I'm an ass, you should know that I have a good reason for being a tad upset.
"You're supposed to be entertaining Brennan while I get dressed," I say, rolling my eyes when all she does is giggle again. "Girls," I groan. "And yet most girls wonder why I like men."
"Take a chill pill," Samara murmurs, rolling her amber eyes in response to my statement. "Gabriel and Liam are giving Bren a pep talk. No need to go all freak attack on me. It's your wedding day. You aren't supposed to be stressed out."
"Says the girl who isn't getting married," I remark dryly, sighing when all Samara does is roll her eyes.
"This day isn't about me," Samara counters. "This day is about you."
"And Brennan," Mingmei adds, and I smile.
Samara and Mingmei are right. This day is about me and Brennan. I don't have to worry about stupid judgmental assholes who don't approve of homosexuality and same-sex marriages. I don't have to worry about torch-bearers or protesters. I don't have to worry about anything, because today I am marrying the boy of my dreams. The boy that I have been in love with since high school.
My boy. My Brennan. My lover. My confidant. My best friend, and my fiancé. The love of my life.
It was the night before the soccer dance.
More specifically, it was dinner time, but that night, I wasn't planning on eating dinner. At least, not until I had taken care of something important.
Something I had been itching to do from the moment I met Brennan Somers.
Speak of the Angel and he shall appear, I thought as I spotted Brennan chatting animatedly with one of The Knox School's closet-cases. Jealousy bubbled up inside of me and I knew that I had no right to be jealous, but still, that didn't keep the envy from coursing through my veins.
I wanted Brennan, and gosh dammit, I was going to get him.
Once the insignificant closet-case disappeared from sight, I walked over to Brennan and stood in front of him.
When he smiled at me, I couldn't help but smile back.
"Shouldn't you be at the table?" Brennan teased.
I didn't laugh, namely because I was suddenly feeling very nervous.
Wringing my hands together, I said, "There's something I need to ask you."
Brennan's perfect smile faded and all too suddenly, his expression turned serious. That's another thing I liked about him. He knew how to listen.
"You can ask me anything," Brennan assured me. There went those stupid butterflies. They seemed to enjoy hanging around in my stomach whenever I was around Brennan.
"I'm not going to give you some elaborate speech about how much I like you, because I'm sure you're aware of said fact already," I started, immediately feeling like a jerk. That was definitely not how a person was supposed to ask someone out. Then again, I've never asked anyone out before. I was never really given the chance to. "Look, uhm, that came out a little rude," I started again, attempting to redeem myself. "What I'm trying to say is that I really like you, and normally, when two people like each other, they go out. So, I was wondering, will you-"
I was cut off by the feeling of Brennan's lips against my own. I didn't respond immediately. Quite the opposite, actually. My whole body tensed and it took a second for my brain to comprehend what the hell had just happened, but when the fact that Brennan was kissing me registered in my brain, I responded with a kiss of my own. Wrapping my arms around Brennan's neck, I allowed him to pull me closer as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His muscular body pressed up against mine and I couldn't help but think about how perfectly we fit together.
Brennan lightly bit down on my lower lip, tugging it so as to ask permission for his tongue to enter my mouth. I granted said permission and pretty soon, our tongues were battling for dominance. The best feeling in the world was when Brennan began sucking on my tongue, and it took everything for me not to push him down onto the dining hall's floor and jump his bones.
After another minute of kissing Brennan senseless, I pulled away from Brennan and rested my forehead against his, gazing into his beautiful blue irises.
"I would love to be your boyfriend," he whispered, his breathing ragged.
"Thank God," I breathed as my insides filled with the utmost bliss.
Brennan was finally mine.
I smile after remembering that day.
That day marked the beginning of something great, of something everlasting, and today, we're making our love last forever. We're tying a knot that can never be undone, not if we have anything to say about it.
I know that our love will be able to get us through anything.
There is nothing I wouldn't do for him, because I will do everything for him.
"Jayden, it's time," Mingmei announces, smiling at me before exiting my 'dressing room.'
I can feel my heart beating against my ribcage in an almost painful way, no doubt due to the anxiousness I'm feeling in response to her words. It's time. It is time for me to marry Brennan Somers, the boy that I will forever be head over heels in love with.
"Go get 'em, tiger," Samara says before kissing my cheek and skipping out of the room so that she can join the others that are waiting for the ceremony to begin.
I turn towards the mirror one more time, scrutinizing my expression as I think about the day Brennan proposed to me.
Valentine's Day. Oh, how I had always loved Valentine's Day. Even when I was single and had no one to celebrate the holiday with, I enjoyed the holiday itself. I had especially enjoyed Valentine's Day my senior year. On Valentine's Day that year, Brennan and I had been together for about six months, and my physical attraction towards him had been growing stronger as the days passed on. Valentine's Day that year was the day Brennan and I consummated our relationship. Needless to say, it, too, was one of the best nights of my life.
Point being, I love Valentine's Day, and apparently, Brennan, who loved the holiday just as much as me, had planned something extra special for us tonight.
A smile graced my lips as I entered Brennan's dorm room, not bothering to knock. His roommate was visiting his girlfriend, which meant that Brennan and I would most definitely be alone. Thank the Lord.
My jaw dropped as I gaped at the sight before me. Brennan's dorm room was decorated with red and white roses - my favorites. Chocolate covered snacks were lying on a silver platter on the floor between his bed and his roommate's bed. There were lit, vanilla-scented candles sitting on his dresser, and if I weren't so mesmerized by the romantic gestures, I'd be screaming at him about fire hazards.
Red and white rose petals were strewn all over his bed and there was a note sitting on it as well. I glanced down at the note and picked it up, staring at it curiously before opening it.
Jayden, my love,
The room is only part of your gift. My love for you is stronger than all of the bonds of this earth put together, and I wanted to do something special today to make you realize that.
If you are reading this, I'll be up in a few minutes.
Love, Brennan.
I sighed dreamily as I plopped down onto Jake's, Brennan's roommate, bed. I would have sat down on Brennan's, but I didn't want to screw up the decorations. It was just so beautifully done up. He must have worked on it for hours, no doubt. I had come to learn that despite his carefree attitude, Brennan was a bit of a perfectionist. To be honest, it got quite annoying at times, but his quirks were part of the reason I fell in love with him.
For instance, this one time, Brennan visited me at my parent's(and when I say my parent's, I mean Mingmei's parents) house and my old room was a mess. It was during Christmas Break our freshman year, if you want to get into specifics, but anyway, Brennan threw a fit when he saw my room. He began cleaning it, and by the time he was finished, I didn't know where to find anything, namely because my room had never been so clean. I yelled at him for cleaning my room, but we ended up making love that same night. Ah, the wonders of making up after stupid fights that never should have taken place to begin with.
At that moment, my train of thought was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Brennan leaning against the door. He was still as gorgeous as ever, might I add.
A smile graced his lips as he noticed me sitting on his bed and said, "If you just stay like that, you won't even have to get me a present." I laughed at the suggestive tone in his voice and gestured for him to take the seat beside me. Instead, he stood in front of me, shaking his head. "I can't sit down, because I have something very important to ask you."
My breath hitched in my throat as he pulled a square, velvet box out of his hand and knelt down on one knee. Instantaneously, tears formed in my eyes, and I cursed myself for being such an emotional mess when he hadn't even asked me the question I had been anticipating for the past year.
"Jayden, you mean the absolute world to me," Brennan started, and that was the moment I noticed the tears brimming in his eyes. Despite the fact that I hated seeing him cry, I couldn't stop myself from thinking how beautiful his blue eyes looked at that moment. "I'm convinced that I met you through fate. Fate made me get into the fight that got me transferred to The Knox School. Fate wanted me to meet you, and Fate wanted me to fall in love with you. Boy, did I fall in love with you," he breathed. My heart leaped into my throat."When we first started going out, I asked myself what I did to deserve someone as amazing as you. I haven't always been the gentlest person in the world, and I'll admit that when we first met, I was still working on some issues I had with myself. I was working on not being so aggressive and not letting words or things that people said, get under my skin." I remembered the day he told me why he moved to St. James. I wished I had been there. I would have given that kid that called him a 'fag' a piece of my mind. "As cliché as this sounds, you've made me a better man... a better person.
"You were all I could think about every second of every day, and you're still all I can think about every second of every day. I didn't write out some long speech, and as you can tell, I'm not very good at giving speeches. All I know is that I love you, and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you." By that time, I was full-out crying, and so was Brennan. "Jayden Evan Hart, marry me. Be my husband."
He opened the velvet box, only to reveal a gorgeous white gold ring. There were no diamonds(I honestly didn't expect there to be diamonds... I may be gay, but I'm still a guy), but it was still the most beautiful ring I had ever received. "Yes!" I squealed, not in the least bit ashamed that I sounded like a girl. I was a boy in love, for crying out loud. Give me a break here. "Of course, I'll marry you, Brennan. I love you."
"I love you so much," Brennan whispered happily as he wiped the tears from his eyes and placed the ring on my ring finger.
He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off by attaching my mouth to his. "You can open your present now," I mumbled against his lips in the most seductive way possible. Brennan grinned deviously as he pulled away long enough to shove me back onto his roommate's bed. Once he had done so, he began ravishing me with kisses and whispering about how much he loved me.
I didn't bother reminding him that we were on his roommate's bed, and not his. We'd just have to clean up our mess so that his roommate would never find out.
"Jayden, that's your cue," Mingmei whispers as she comes running into my dressing room again. That's when I realize that the tune to 'here comes the bride' is playing. I resist the urge to shoot whoever played the song I specifically asked the piano player not to play, and took a deep breath.
"Exhale, Jay, exhale," Mingmei says, patting my shoulder in a comforting gesture. I do as she told me, and exhale. "Go marry the man of your dreams," she orders, flashing me a mega-watt smile before once again exiting the dressing room.
I walk up to the exit and stand in front of the door, waiting for Mingmei and Samara to make their way to the front of the aisle. Once they take their places on the left side of the pastor, I start marching down the aisle as instructed. I'm obviously not as graceful as a woman, but whatever. To me, that's a good thing. I've never been a girly man.
When I spot Brennan standing on the right side of the pastor, my thought process ends and I smile. I vaguely notice that Gabriel and Liam are standing beside him, but they aren't what's important at the moment. Brennan is. He's my Knight in Shining Armor... or Shining Armani, I guess.
Brennan flashes me his beautiful smile as I approach him and come to a stop in front of the pastor. Brennan turns to face the pastor and the pastor gestures for us to turn towards one another. When we do so, blue stares into brown, and I feel as though we're the only two people in the room. He truly is the most important person in my life... well, not counting God, of course.
To be honest, I'm not really listening to a word Pastor George is saying. It isn't because I'm rude - it's because I can't keep myself from thinking how lucky I am. Not every boy gets the chance to marry the man of his dreams and have it be legal. We're just lucky we found a place in Connecticut to have the wedding - no one can ever say that we're not married, because according to the State of Connecticut, we will be whenever the pastor quits running his mouth and gets on with it.
I have waited a year to marry him - in case anyone is wondering, today is Valentine's day. There's nothing more romantic than getting married on the anniversary of the day the boy you love proposed to you.
I discard that thought as the pastor turns towards my wonderful fiancé and asks, "Do you, Brennan Jonathan Somers, take Jayden Evan Hart to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do your promise to be a loving and loyal husband, and to cherish and keep him in sickness and in health?"
"I do," Brennan chokes out, his voice wavering slightly.
The pastor then turns to me and asks, "And do you, Jayden Evan Hart, take Brennan Jonathan Somers to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to be a loving and loyal husband, and to cherish and keep him in sickness and in health?"
I don't hesitate in saying, "I do." Laughter echoes throughout the building and the pastor shushes everyone before continuing.
"You may recite your personal vows," the pastor says as Brennan and I turn to face one another.
I take his hands in my own and start my vows by saying, "I know I've told you this a trillion times, but you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." Brennan flashes me a watery smile as a single tear trails down his right cheek. A tear of joy, I hope. "You're the last person I think about when I go to sleep, and the first person I think of when I wake up. You are my light, and without you, I'd be lost. Loving you is what I live for. I live to wake up beside you every morning and I live to listen to every breath you take. I live for you. Up until I met you, I had been convinced that I would never find someone to love. All the boys I had ever come across were locked in a closet, but you were open and honest about who you are, and you still are open and honest. You never change because someone tells you to, and I think that's the thing I love the most. Don't ever change, because I fell in love with the you that doesn't care what others think about him. I fell in love with the boy that took my breath away, and you still take my breath away to this day.
"And I promise to love you, and to honor you, and to cherish you forever. You're my haven," I whisper as my voice breaks from all the emotions coursing throughout my veins. "You're my home."
Brennan releases a deep, shaky breath before composing himself and reciting his vows towards me.
"I-I don't really know what to say, because words cannot describe how much I love you," Brennan starts, gazing into my chocolate brown eyes with his beautiful ocean blue eyes. The love I see in them makes my heart jump with joy nearly every day, and I can see that love at this exact moment. It's just a reminder to me that Brennan loves me just as much as I love him. "My love for you is in the way I react around you. My love for you is in the way I touch you. My love for you is in the way I kiss you. My love for you is in the way I look at you. At times, I'll lie awake at night just to watch your chest rise and fall in perfect rhythm with the breaths you take, and wonder what I did to deserve someone as amazing as you. You're the very reason I get up in the morning and the very reason I enjoyed attending The Knox School our senior year of high school. You're a bit crazy at times, and your love for coffee is dangerous, but your flaws and quirks are the reasons I love you. Well, that, and you just make me happy.
"You make me feel safe, because you're my haven, too. And you're my home," Brennan finishes, flashing me his heart-melting smile. It's hard for me to fight back the tears welling in my eyes, so I allow them to fall. But do not be fooled, for they are tears of joy.
After all is said and done, the pastor says, "If anyone has objections to these two persons getting married, speak now or forever hold your peace."
I hold my breath, hoping against all hopes that no homophones or gay-haters had snuck into the wedding to object to our marriage. I release said breath when no one says anything, prompting the pastor to say, "I now pronounce you husband and... well, husband." Everyone laughs a little at that. "You may now kiss one another," he says, probably unsure of who to refer to as the 'bride' in this scenario.
Brennan bites down on his bottom lip and then leans forward, only to meet my lips with his a moment later. The kiss is soft and sweet, unlike any other kisses we have ever shared. We have to keep this age appropriate, considering some children are here and whatnot. Once Brennan pulls away, we beam at one another and then take each other's hands whilst turning to face our guests.
"I now present to you Mr. and Mr. Brennan Somers," the pastor announces, to which everyone replies by standing up and clapping(in Gabriel, Liam, Samara, and Mingmei's case - wolf-whistling). I squeeze Brennan's hand and smile at him as we step down from the stage or whatever you want to call it and heads towards the exit.
I am now Mr. Brennan Somers, and I can not be happier(and clearly, I am being forced to play the wife in this).
When Brennan and I arrive at the reception hall, all of our guests are seated at their respectful tables. Of course, Mingmei, Liam, Gabriel, and Samara are sitting at the same table as me and Brennan, namely because they are our best men and maid of honors.
"I'd like to make a toast," Mingmei announces as she stands up, tapping her wine glass in order to grab everyone's attention. The guests look up and patiently await for Mingmei to begin her speech.
"Since Jayden is my adopted brother, I feel the need to give a speech about the wonderful ceremony that took place in the room across from this reception hall," she starts, smiling at me and Brennan. I grin at her and Brennan squeezes my hand in a tender, loving gesture. "I have known Jayden since what feels like forever, and hell, it may as well be. Anywho, I first found out that my best friend was gay in the third grade. Since I was so young, I hadn't really been sure what that meant... not until Jay explained it to me. He said that meant he liked boys instead of girls. I didn't really see any problem with it, but that's because my parents had never told me to avoid boys who acted as though they liked the same sex. Jay was my best friend, and I wasn't going to hate on him just because he happened to be different."
I smile at that piece of information. Mingmei really is my best friend. If it weren't for her, I never would have gotten the courage to come out to my parents. The ironic part is, the moment that thought crosses my mind, Mingmei continues by saying, "Jayden came out to his mother in fifth grade. That's when he got his first boyfriend. His name was Tanner, and he was the cutest boy in our grade, aside from Jayden, of course." I laugh at that, and so does everyone else, including my wonderful husband - ah, I love the sound of that. Husband. Brennan is my husband. Sorry, I promise to stop that. "All jokes set aside, Jayden really liked the kid, and it was horrible that he couldn't share that news with his father. It's also a shame that neither his mother nor his father are here today - well, not his biological mother or father, anyway. His father couldn't accept Jayden for who he truly is - a boy with an amazing heart that just so happens to like boys, and his mother couldn't handle it when his father left them. So, my parents took Jayden in and adopted him, and they shipped us off to The Knox School, which is where Jayden met Brennan our senior year.
"There was an instant connection between the two, and I am honored to say that I was able to watch their love grow. I was there for their first date and their first dance, and I was there when Jayden got the courage to finally ask Brennan to be his boyfriend. I knew Brennan was going to say yes. These two people - these two amazing people - are so obviously made for one another. What took place today is a beautiful thing and I can't wait to be married and just as happy as the two of them." She smiles at Liam when she says this, and I grin. Mingmei deserves to be just as happy as I am at the moment - she deserves to be just as happy as I am when I'm around the boy I love. She lifts her glass in the air and everyone else follows suit. "To Jayden and Brennan!" she exclaims, clinking her glass with Liam's as she sits down. Everyone clinks their glasses together with someone elses and then they take a sip of wine - in the kid's case, it is totally sparkling water.
The rest of the reception is filled with more speeches, more laughs, and more embarrassing stories about Brennan and me.
Near the end, I announce that I need to use the restroom and exit the reception hall, only to find myself bumping into the last person I ever expected to see here. My mother. And I don't mean Mingmei's mother... I mean my biological mother.
"What are you doing here?" I snap coldly as I back away, averting my gaze from hers. I don't want her to know how much she hurt me and how much I had missed having her around. Regardless of the fact that she left me, she's still my mother, and I love her. I just can't face her... not now. Not when I'm at my happiest.
"My little boy got married," she whispers, prompting me to look into her eyes, which are full of tears. My facial expression softens at the sight of the tears. Gosh, why do I have to be so nice? She abandoned me just like my father abandoned the both of us. "I know I wasn't invited, and that I left you to go to rehab after falling into a downward spiral because your father left us. I know I don't deserve to be here, but I just wanted to see my boy getting married. I'll leave if you want me to, but I just wanted to say congratulations and that I'm sorry."
"Why?" I choke out before I can stop myself. I just want to know why she left. Why wasn't I good enough to stick around for? Why hadn't I been enough?
My biological mother sighs and says, "I don't really know why. All I know is that when your father left, I was terrified that I couldn't care for you on my own. I loved your father very much, but I also loved you very much. I began drinking and I was a danger to you and to myself. I went to rehab and I left you to Mingmei's parents because I knew they could care for you better than I could, and they did. They sent you to one of the top boarding schools in New York and they turned you into an amazing man. I saw you at graduation, you know?" She did? I furrow my eyebrows, thinking back on the day of graduation. Now that I think about it, I thought I saw my mother, but I passed it off as wishful thinking. Like I said, I missed her. "You looked so happy and that's when I first saw Brennan. That boy really loves you, and I'm so happy for you. You deserve the best, and I never cared that you were gay. Don't for one second think that's the reason I left. You are good enough for me, Jayden, and whether you believe this or not, not one day went by when I didn't think of you. I always think of you, but I never came around because I was afraid you'd push me away.
"I was terrified that you'd hate me, because you should," she finishes, not bothering to avert her gaze from mine. It amazes me how much I look like her. She has the same brown eyes as me and her hair is just as curly as mine, only longer and a much lighter brown.
I take a deep breath and then release said breath, albeit shakily. "I don't hate you, but I can't just automatically forgive you for abandoning me. I can, however, ask you to stay, and ask you to meet my husband. I'm willing to give you a chance if you're willing to stick around." I know it may seem far-fetched for someone to just automatically invite their absentee mother to their reception, but she seems sincere in her apology, and I want to give her a second chance. After all, she left because my father left, and now that I'm older, I can understand that. I'm not as naive as I used to be. Life isn't always fair, I know that, but my mother is back and I want to know her.
When I lead her into the reception hall, everyone falls quiet. I invite her to sit with Mingmei, Liam, Brennan, and me, and she takes the seat in between Brennan and Mingmei.
"Brennan, this is Cynthia, my biological mother," I introduce, and then I introduce her to the others.
The rest of the reception goes by with everyone eating cake and throwing cake, and by the end of the reception, I'm exhausted.
Brennan and I head upstairs to change, and after I pull my ripped jeans on, he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder. I crane my neck a little to smile at him.
"I love you," he whispers, kissing my ear. I shiver at his touch and attempt to ignore my lust. "I want to fuck you right here and right now," he whispers seductively, his breath fanning my ear, making me shiver once again. I roll my eyes in response to his teasing and force myself to shove him away. Brennan frowns as I put my shirt on. "You suck."
"That's what she said," I tease before slipping on my shoes.
Brennan rolls his beautiful eyes as he slips his shirt over his head. "Let's get out of here, husband. We have a honeymoon to get to."
I smile at the thought of our honeymoon in Cabo and take his hand, following him down the stairs and out the doors of the building we got married in. All of our friends and family are waiting in front of our limo - the limo that will transport us to the airport. Our bags are already in the trunk and the limo driver is leaning casually against the outside of the limozine.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Samara teased as she hugs us. When she backs away, she says, "Don't be strangers, kay?"
Brennan and I grin in response to her words and say, "We promise."
Gabriel and Liam clear their throats awkwardly, saying, "Have fun on your honeymoon, dudes," in unison. Everyone laughs at that and they glare daggers at the front of the building.
"If you two don't come back, I swear that I'll kill you," Mingmei says through her tears, sniffling as she pulls the both of us in for a three-way hug.
I offer her a watery smile as I back away and say, "I promise that we'll come back... you know, to New York, not Connecticut."
Mingmei laughs at this and Brennan and I wave goodbye to everyone as the limo driver opens the door for us. We slide in and blow kisses to our guests before closing the doors.
Once we're inside the limo, Brennan takes my hand and kisses my knuckles tenderly. "I love you, Jayden Somers."
"And I, you, Brennan Somers," I return, resting my head on Brennan's shoulder as the limo driver drives off into the night.
Looks like Samara isn't the only one who got her Prince Charming. I got mine, too.
AN: A Brennan and Jayden one-shot... I was bored, so I wrote this. I didn't really put as much effort as I should have into it, so I'll understand if no one likes it, lol. I just wanted to do a spin-off and I thought a boy love one-shot would be honest. Jayden and Brennan were two of my favorite characters to write when it came to Her Prince Charming. Also, my readers have been asking me to write a sequel to HPC and I've been thinking that maybe I should... if I do decide to write one, it will be entitled His Cinderella. It'll basically start out in Gabriel's POV and revolve around what life is like for them following their engagement in Rome, Italy. I don't know if I'll be writing that sequel, but I can promise that I'll try and work something out. If I end up not writing it, I apologize.
My next story may or may not be coming soon. It won't be I'll Stand By You, and if I do decide to use that title, it will not revolve around the plot I gave everyone. I just couldn't make do with that story. I'm afraid writer's block has permanently taken over my brain. I'm surprised I dragged this out of me... if it weren't for writer's black, it would have been better(I started it about two months ago...)
:) Kara.