Brothers and Sisters fic, ""The Bride Wore White"
“That was…”
“Awesome?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it’s not very often you get to have ‘I just got engaged’ sex.”
“Which is a shame, really.”
“It is.”
~*~
“Is this really happening?”
“I think so. You haven’t changed your mind…please tell me you haven’t.”
“No, Kevin. Not even a little bit.”
“Good…oh shit!”
“What?”
“Now we have to tell my family. Unless…how do you feel about Vegas?”
“I am not going to elope with you! I said I want to stand up in front of everyone and say ‘this is the man I want to be with,’ remember?”
“Right. I just don’t want a massive Nora Walker event. But what do you want? Do you want a big to-do with flowers and swans and five hundred guests? We can totally do that. I want it to be your day; whatever you want.”
“It’s our day Kevin. It should be about what we both want. And I’m with you; I don’t want a big event either. I hate that two men can’t get married without it being a Big Gay Wedding; I don’t want that. Let’s just do something small, your family, my friends, a few people from work…we could have it at Nora’s!”
“That’s what you want?”
“If it’s what you want.”
“Sounds good. Now who wears the dress?”
“Ha. Very funny Kevin. I’m thinking light suits. I can wear my shirt with the French cuffs; I never get to wear that!”
“Which is unfortunate, because it looks really, really good on you.”
“Yes it does.”
~*~
“Who is going to officiate the ceremony?”
“An officiant?”
“Amusing Kev. Neither of us is religious, and I don’t really want some random stranger telling us about love and marriage and all that. I mean…the ceremony is just icing on the wedding cake, isn’t it? It doesn’t matter who says ‘I pronounce you man and…’”
“Man. You’re right, it doesn’t matter who does it. What about Kitty?”
“Kitty? She’s a Republican! I can’t imagine her officiating a gay wedding.”
“It’s a commitment ceremony, and I know she would be ok with it. She was the first person I came out to, Scotty, I think it would be appropriate.”
~*~
“So who gets to be best man? Or do we have best men? This is so confusing.”
“Mine would have to be one of my brothers, but I mean…how can I choose?”
“Why don’t we just forget it.”
“The wedding?”
“No! The best man…men…whatever. We don’t have to do that… and I thought it was a commitment ceremony!”
“Whatever, Scotty.”
~*~
“Ok. Next item on the agenda. Food.”
“It has to be perfect…so naturally, I’ll do it.”
“Naturally.”
~*~
“You’re not going to make me take your name, are you?”
“Do you really think I’m that domineering and…heteronormative? Come on, Scotty! I think it’s already outdated for straight couples, and just plain weird for gay ones. No, let’s keep our names. I’ve been Kevin Walker all my life, and you’ve been Scotty Wandell all yours; no point in changing now.”
~*~
“Who’d have thought? Me - little gay boy from Mississippi - getting married? I never would have thought…I never even dared to hope…”
“You’re not a little boy, Scotty. You’re a grown man, and look at the life you’ve made for yourself! You put yourself through culinary school, got a great job, and now you’re marrying a dashing lawyer. You should be proud of yourself. I know I am.”
“Have I told you I love you?”
“It’s been about five minutes; I think I could stand to hear it again.”
~*~
“Have we covered everything?”
“I think so…wait! What about rings?”
“We’ll figure that out tomorrow. I’m tired; let’s go to sleep.”
“Ok, Kev. But we have to get that organized tomorrow - don’t forget!”
“How could I forget something as important as the rings?”
~*~