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June 16, 2007 Baltimore, MD

Ian accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and took a slip. It was a very good vintage and he made a mental note to ask the newly married couple what it was. Then again, Debbie and Ryan were probably not in the mood to discuss wine if the looks they were giving each other on the dance floor were any indication.

Ian felt a tap on his arm and turned to see a petite woman about his age who he thought might be one of Michael’s new step-cousins.

“Hi, I’m Fiona. You look a little bored.”

“No, just wondering who all these people are. I had no idea Ryan and Debbie were inviting so many people. I’m Ian by the way.”

“They do have quite a crowd don’t they. I’m Ryan’s niece.”

“Oh, I’m Debbie’s sort of son-in-law.”

They shook hands and Fiona grinned. “I know. You and Michael are easy to spot even in this crowd; it must be nice to be so tall.”

Ian grinned down at her. “At least you didn’t ask how the weather is up here.”

“Nah, I was saving it for later. Can I ask you a question?”

Ian looked at her warily. “Yes but I won’t promise to answer.”

“Don’t worry; it’s not one of those questions. I’m graduating from Drexel next year and I’m looking into grad schools; what’s the University of Michigan like?”

“Oh. Well.” Ian grinned in relief. “What do you want to know?”

&&

Mel sel stepped away from his grandmother when one of his mom’s friends came over; not that he didn’t like Doris but she could be a little nosy and she had that look in her eyes so he excused himself and went looking for Ian. After circling the ballroom the second time, he finally spotted Ian over at one of the tables in the corner talking to several people.

He hesitated and then went on over; relieved to see Ian smile at him as he approached.

“Hello, love.”

Michael couldn’t help the frisson of delight that went up his spine and he leaned down to buss Ian on the cheek. “Hey baby.” He nodded at Fiona, Jake and Francine. “Hey cousins, mind if I steal Ian? He promised me this dance?”

Ian looked surprised but pleased as he rose and said to his table mates, “I’ll catch up you all later.” He took Michael’s hand and followed him to the dance floor.

Michael didn’t recognize the song that was playing but it was slow and romantic so he his his arm around Ian’s waist and pulled his lover close. He didn’t normally lead when they danced but he was willing to give it a shot.

Ian raised an eyebrow but settled in, placing his wrist on Michael’s shoulder. “Your mum looks really happy.”

“Yeah, she was a nervous wreck before the wedding but I think she calmed down once she saw Ryan at the altar.”

“You look really snazzy in that tuxedo by the way.”

“Why thank you Mr. Thorpe and thanks for helping me pick it out. You also look quite dashing.”

“Thank you Mr. Phelps. I missed you last night but did you have a good time with your mum and sisters?”

“Yeah it was fun. Mom was disappointed you didn’t come.”

“I know but it was your last night with your mum, just the four of you.”

“I’m just glad mom stopped Whitney and Hilary from hiring that male stripper.”

Ian pulled back and looked at Michael, noticing the smirk. “You almost got me with that one.”

“Damn.” Michael shook his head. “Thought you’d fall right into that.”

“Uh-huh. So what did you really do?” Ian asked.

“We ate junk food and watched a couple of home movies; mostly just telling stories. I feel asleep on the couch around eleven.”

“You party animals.”

“I know.” Michael leaned his head against Ian’s and hummed with the music for a moment before asking, “What did you do last night?”

“I babysat Iona so mum and dad could go out witris ris and David.”

“Aw, that’s sweetyou.you.”

“Aside from tantrum over what video we were going to watch, it was a quiet night.”

“So she won and you watched Wiggly Wiggles.”

“She ’t i’t impressed by my tears.”

“She’s one tough baby, that’s for sure.”

They danced through a few songs before the music faded and the DJ made the announcement that Debbie and Ryan were going to be cutting the cake. People began gathering around the table holding the five tiered wedding cake.

Michael pulled Ian over to the back of the crown and slid behind him; wrapping an arm around Ian’s waist and hooking his chin over Ian’s shoulder. They watched as Ryan put his hand over Debbie’s and guide the knife. Two pieces were removed and the newly married couple carefully fed each other as everyone clapped.

“When we get married, can we have chocolate cake?” Michael asked absently glad that neither his mother nor his new step father was the type to smash cake in each other’s faces.

“Chocolate cake with white icing?”

“Chocolate all the way through or maybe a chocolate and a white but none of that fondant stuff.”

“d nod noa yoa you were anti-fondant or that you even knew what fondant was.” Ian turned his head to look at Michael.

“After hearing mom go on and on about choosing a cake? Besides she took me with her for one of her appointments when I was here in January.”

“Oh. Was it fun?”

“Eating cake for an hour not as fun as you’d think, even for me.” Michael drew Ian back as the wait staff moved in to cut the rest of the cake. “You want to check out the balcony?”

Ian nodded and they were soon outside, overlooking the Inner Harbor. Michael resumed his previous position and added a kiss to Ian’s cheek.

“I love you.”

Ian leaned back against Michael and smiled. “I love you too.”

“We’ve both been spending some time this week thinking things over, haven’t we?” Michael asked softly.

“Yes, we have. Have we reached any conclusions?”

“I think we both got a serious wake up call and we’ve learned our lesson.”

Ian twisted around in Michael’s arms a h a hopeful look on his face. “Do you really think so?”

“I know so. Do you want to go through the last couple of months again?”

“God, no.” Ian said as he shook his head emphatically.

“Neither do I. We weren’t just hurting our relationship, we were both physically run down from everything we’ve been trying to do. Haven’t you noticed how bet better you feel now?”

Ian nodded. “I have felt better this week than I have all month. Not just because we’ve started working things out but because I’m sleeping better.”

“See? We do still need to talk about some things but we’re better.” Michael took Ian’s hands in his and played with the ring he’s given Ian.

“What do we need to talk about?”

Michael looked around and although it appeared they were alone, he didwantwant to take any chances. “Let’s wait until we’re bat tht the suite. It’s about what Charles brought up during our session.”

“Oh?” Ian was puzzled for a moment and then remembered just what that subject was. “Oh. Michael, I-“

“Hush.” Michael placed a finger on Ian’s lips. “It’s okay. I think I figured some stuff out about myself but we can talk later.”

Ian kissed Michael’s finger and tilted his head back. “All right. Are we out here avoiding the bouquet and garter tosses, by the way?”

“Hell yes. Mom threatened to hurl the bouquet e ane and have Ryan hand you the garter. You’d be okay but my sisters would kill me if I caught it.”

Ian grinned. “Are you sure you don’t want to go in? I’d like to see your sisters take you down.”

“Then you should have come with me last night, there was lots of video of that.”

“I’ll bet. What time are Deb and Ryan leaving?”

Michael checked his watch, “They’re supposed to leave in an hour or so.”

“Oh, good. Come with me and don’t look sneaky.” Ian took Michael’s hand and began to lead him through the ballroom in a very casual way.

“Ian, now I’m going tok sok sneaky; you shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Grin and bear it, love.” They made it to the door with only a few curious looks from the other guests. Ian leaned over the unused coat check desk and retrieved two tote bags. “You do know where Ryan is parked, right?”

“Surown own at the- oh! We’re going to decorate his car?”

“Yes. Since they wouldn’t tell anyone where they were going on their honeymoon, it’s the least we could do.” Ian said with a wicked grin.

Three minutes later, they were down in the parking garage in front of Ryan’s car as they unloaded the bags.

“I didn’t want to get anything that would harm it.” Ian said absently as he stacked another roll of pink ribbon on the pavement. “Ah, here’s the masking tape. I did a tes Tue Tuesday and this worked the best.”

“You tested the tape?”

“Of course, I’m trying to get in good with your new dad.” Ian poked Michael in the side, “And this is a Mercedes.”

“True and thanks for doing it, ruining his paint job would not make for happy honeymoon. I’m just going to stop my mind right there though because this is my mom we’re talking about. What’s the plan, General Thorpe?”

“Strangely enough, I’ve some how come across his keys.” Ian took an uan unfamiliar keychain and jiggled it before pressing the unlock button. “Here take the rose petals and sprinkle them inside.”

Michael took the box Ian handed him. “Not real rose petals?”

“No because they’d wilt and probably stain. Those are the silk kind, here put the flower potpourri thing on the mirror too.”

Michael saluted. “Yes, sir!”

Ian unrolled the ribbon and began to carefully drape it over the car. Michael’s tasks didn’t take long and he was soon carefully taping ribbon under Ian’s direction. They both stepped back a few minutes later.

“This looks really nice baby.”

“I’m not done yet so hold your applause,” Ian joked as he pulled out a few more items. “Here put the keys in the ignition and get the stereo going. There’s a CD you need to put in there while I festoon the antenna.”

Michael shook his head in amusement and did as he was told. “Is this opera?”

“Yes, cue it to the first track and then turn off the car. Make sure you turn the volume up when you’re done.”

Ian finished his job and then went back to the tote bags and pulled out several banners. He and Michael worked to put the two smaller banners on the dash and rear window; checking to make sure they didn’t block the view before Ian rolled out the two larger banners for the front and rear of the car.

“Almost done.”

“Ian, what else can you do?”

“Well, I have a pair of nice slippers for your mum’s feet and ah, right on time.” Ian turned to greet one of the member’s of the hotel’s staff who handed him a picnic basket and an insulated bag. Ian slipped the man a tip with his thanks and then turned back to Michael.

“We have somarklarkling cider, non-alcoholic variety, a couple of bottles of water and a few snacks for the road. The staff also included a couple of pieces of their wedding cake because you know they won’t have time to eat any.”

“Ths sos so thoughtful of you; doing this for mom and Ryan.” Michael leaned over and gave Ian a sweet little kiss. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome and I wanted to do this. Your mum’s treated me like aces right from the beginning. She deserves the best. Now, Private Phelps if you’ll help me tie the bells on the bumper we’ll be done.” Ian pulled out strings of jingle bells and handed four of them to Michael.

“These are really going to make a lot of noise.” Michael commented as he started tying.

“Yes, that’s whyre gre going to tack them under the car so they get down the road a bit before the bells start.” Ian said before he ripped the tape up into tiny pieces.

Michael ducked his head under the bumper and taped his own strings up. “You’re so nefarious!”

“Thank you. According my calculations, we have just enough time to move the car over to the entrance and get back upstairs. The doorman said we could park it out there a little early and he’ll have their bags for us to load.”

Ian gestured for Michael to get behind the wheel. “Go ahead and drive it around, I want to check for how the bells fall.”

Michael shut the door and waved, shaking his head over the lengths Ian would go in his planning. He chuckled as the bells dropped when he took the corner; his mom was going to get a big kick out this.

He parked the car and got out, waving to the cars that passed and beeped their horns. Ian came jogging up with a big smile.

“The tape worked perfectly, didn't it?”

“It did and by the way, the CD was really loud.”

“Oops?” Ian said with a wink. “There’s George with the bags.”

&&
Ian and Michael slipped into the lobby as the first of the wedding guests came out of the elevators. Ian eased his way over to Ryan’s eldest son, Patrick, and slipped him the car keys with a smirk before finding Hilary and Whitney standing with Michael.

“Where’d you guys go?” Whitney asked, keeping her eyes on the elevator.

“We were off taking care of some things.”

“God, don’t you two ever stop?” Hilary asked as the doors opened. Mr. and Mrs. Callahan stepped out, having changed out of their wedding clothes into something more casual but still dressy. Ian spotted his parents, sister and brother-in-law over by the front desk and waved as the crowd burst out into applause.

After Debbie and Ryan said goodbye to all their guests; taking care to find each of their children, everyone went out the front doors to blow bubbles at the departing couple.

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Ian and Michael said good night to Margaret and Ken and then went down to their hotel suite. Ian shut the door behind them as Michael gratefully kicked off his shoes.

“This has been one long day.” Michael took off his jacket, tie, shirt and pants; hanging everything up carefully as Ian did the same.

“And it’s only five. Does this mean you’d like to order room service like mud dad dad?”

“Oh, no! We have reservations at six. We’d better get a move on if we want to shower before we need to leave.” Michael reached into the closet and pulled out a fresh shirt and his better suit jacket.

“We have reservations?” Ian said with surprise.

Michael looked at Ian. “Uh, yeah. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, of course not.” Ian reached over and took Michael by the shoulder. “You know I love it when you surprise me.”

“I hope you like the place I picked out, it’s sort of fusion Indian.”

“That sounds perfect. Do I need a tie?” Ian asked as he reached into the closet.

“I think so; it was listed as ‘upscale’ whatever that means.”

“Tie it is. Do you want the first shower?”

Michael turned to Ian and ran a hand down Ian’s bare chest. “Actually, I was hoping that we’d save some time and shower together.”

“Oh. Are you sure?” Ian said, surprised again.

“Yeah.” Michael eyed Ian’s body. “I’m sure. How about you?”

“Well then. Why don’t I go start the water?”

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Michael joined Ian under the spray a few minutes later. He automatically picked up the soap and began lathering up his hands. “I called the restaurant and changed our reservation to six-thirty so we don’t have to rush now.”

“We probably could have made it if we-,” Ian’s words were cut off by Michael’s mouth closing over his.

Michael licked over Ian’s lips and was granted entry, his tongue stroking over Ian’s as his hands slid around to cup Ian’s ass. Ian gasped when Michael’s finger stroked down his cleft and inched down to his perineum, pressing lightly. Michael raised his knee and brushed against Ian’s swollen cock and then moved in, thrusting his own hips against Ian’s.

Ian’s hands grasped onto Michael’s shoulders as he gave himself up to sensations. His head was swimming and he pulled his mouth away, trying to catch his breath. Michael took the opportunity to nibble along the line of Ian’s jaw.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Michael whispered in Ian’s ear. “Do you remember what we did that first night in Athens? In the shower?”

Ian nodded, whimpering as Michael’s hand slid between them, gathering their cocks together and stroking firmly.

“Ah. Michael. Oh.” Ian knew he was babbling but he couldn’t help himself. Michael’s sure hand and gifted mouth were driving him wild. It had been so long since he’d felt this way and he was not surprised when he came on only the fifth or sixth stroke. Things got a little muddled in his mind for a few minutes but he knew Michael had come too and that was good.

He tightened his arms and held on for awhile, shuddering as Michael gently rubbed his back.

“You okay baby?”

“Uh-huh. Just surprised me.”

“You want to sit down?”

“That might be a good idea actually.” Ian admitted and then let Michael help him take a seat on the built in ledge.

Michael picked up the shampoo and washed his own hair, keeping an eye on Ian as he lathered up and rinsed. He quickly finished washing up and then turned to wash Ian tenderly but efficiently.

“Come on, you can lie down for a little while. Are you sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.” Ian took the towel Michael handed him and after drying off, went into the bedroom to lounge face down on the bed.

Michael followed him and got out to bottles of water from the fridge; putting one on the nightstand before taking a sip from his own bottle and sitting cross-legged beside Ian. “I can cancel the reservations if you’re not up to dinner.”

“No, I’m looking forward to it. You always pick interesting places. I’m just sort of confused.”

“I didn’t push you into having sex did I? I thought-”

“No. You didn’t push me. I was very into it as if you couldn’t tell. It was just very different from what we normally do.”

“Ah, well that was one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. I realized that even when I wanted to have sex, I always depended on you to make the first move. That was putting the whole responsibility of our sex life on you and that wasn’t fair. No wonder we started having problems.”

“Michael, I never minded being the one taking the initiative.”

“And I still like it when you do but all jokes about me being a sex maniac aside, you deserve to be loved as much as I do and things were more than a little one sided between us.”

Ian rolled over and looked up at his lover, putting his hand on Michael’s knee, “You never just lay there and take it, you’re an active participate.”

“I know. But I couldn’t just come out and say it or even do it unless you took the lead. Even the times when I was on top, it was more because you wanted to rather than me suggesting it.”

“All right. I need to think about this. Not because I think you’re wrong but because I don’t think of our sex life like that.”

“Because you’re more comfortable sexually than I am. I know I’m kind of a prude in a weird way. I’m not prudish with you but every once in a while I get a little self-conscious about stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Like you having more experience. I’m not jealous about it but I wonder if you’re comparing me to someone you’ve been with before. I know you’re not, really I do but it’s something I need to get over. It’s like how I was afraid you were going to leave me. I know you had a lot of relationships before we got together and some of them didn’t last very long, or didn’t seem to. It has nothing to do with us because god, we’ve been together for almost three years but it’s about my lack of self-confidence in me.

“I trust you implicitly; I’m still trying to learn to trust myself. I’m not telling you this to put you on some kind of a guilt trip and it made more sense in my mind. It gets all jumbled when I try to express it.” Michael waved a hand around his head, a frustrated expression on his face.

Ian idly drew a figure into the skin on Michael’s knee, thinking aloud. “I do occasionally compare you to other people I’ve been with.” Ian said slowly. “But not how you think and never when we’re making love because I can’t compare the experience. It’s like nothing I ever had before. Not always on a physical level, I’ll admit but on an emotional and intellectual level you blow me away.

“Sometimes I find myself thinking, after we’ve had a really good day that I wouldn’t have had half as much fun with Annabel. When you try some new sort of food because I’ve asked you to, I think Sylvia would never have done that for me. And when you sit here and talk to me honestly about how you’re feeling and thinking, I know that Rene would never be as open with me. I didn’t know it was apparent to you though.”

“That’s just it Ian, it’s not coming from you. It’s nice to know that I seem to compare favorably but it’s an internal thing.”

“It’s not always favorable. Gwen always made the bed.” Ian said with a sly smirk.

Michael drew back ready to defend himself then laughed and gave Ian a popping smack his thigh. “I’d make the bed too if you weren’t in it still when I got up.”

Ian rubbed his flank and leaned over, quickly nipping Michael’s knee; rolling off the bed before Michael could retaliate. “Gwen was kind of a slugabed now that I think of it. Now we’ll be late for dinner if we don’t get a move on.” He gestured with his hand to get Michael up.

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Michael paid the cab driver and joined Ian on the pavement in front of Saffron and then walked in, putting a hand on the small of Ian’s back to guide him in. The maitre de seated them quickly in a discreet corner and handed them menus.

Despite the speed, several people turned to look at them and a discreet murmur rose in the room before falling away. Michael smiled a little nervously, still surprised when people in his hometown noticed him before opening his menu.

“Since you’ve done your homework, what do you recommend Michael?”

“Huh? Oh. The spice encrusted Tuna with mango-jalapeno sauce seemed right up your alley; I might try the shrimp seared with coconut and curry leaf or the tasting menu.”

Ian closed his menu and set it aside. “The tasting menu works for me.”

**

“Where are we going? The hotel’s on the other side of the harbor,” Ian asked as the cab let them off at between the Harborplace pavilions.

“There’s a view I want to show you. We’re going to catch a water taxi over to Federal Hill. Come on.”

Ian shrugged and followed Michael down through the crowd enjoying a Saturday night concert and over to the water taxi stop. It didn’t take long to board the small open boat and he moved closer to Michael on the seat to make more room. The area was still crowded even though it was close to nine pm and there were plenty of people who wanted to ride the taxi including what appeared to be a family from Japan.

Ian sat back and draped his arm along the back of the seat, enjoying the view and eavesdropping on the group sitting behind him. Michael grinned at him, knowing what Ian was doing.

At the second stop, Michael stood and led the way off the boat and then across the wooden walk way and through an open park area. Michael pointed to the small hill and after they made it across Key Highway, they both started up the stairs.

“It’s a good thing we’re both in shape.” Ian remarked as they finally made it to the top.

“Yeah, it’s quite a climb. Now close your eyes.” Michael took Ian by the shoulders and turned him around. “Okay, open.”

“Wow.” Ian said seeing the city spread out in front of him. “This was definitely worth it.”

“This is one of my favorite views.” Michael put his arm around Ian’s shoulder and pulled him close.

“I can see why.”

“We used to come down here for the fireworks and sit on the edge over there when I was a kid. Standing at Macquarie Point kind of reminds me of this.”

“I can see the similarities. Did I thank you for a lovely dinner?”

“Yes you did and you’re welcome. I brought you up here to see the view but I had a hidden agenda.”

Ian turned to look at Michael with a teasing grin, “Oh you did? I thought we weren’t into public sex.”

“Ha. Not that.” Michael also turned until he was looking into Ian’s face and took his lover’s right hand. “You know, we’ve been operating under this assumption. We’ve talked about it and we both know it’s going to happen but I think we need something more.”

Ian, confused and a little frightened, just looked at him as Michael slipped the ring off Ian’s finger and then took his own ring off and handed it to Ian. He hel Ian Ian’s ring and took his left hand, looking into Ian’s eyes.

“Ian James Thorpe, will you marry me and let me love you forever?”

Ian was both speechless and thrilled. He hadn’t known until Michael spoke that he did need to hear those words. He nodded and watched as Michael slipped the ring on to the third finger of his left hand before pulling Michael into an enthusiastic embrace, placing kisses all over Michael’s face.

He gradually became aware that Michael was still waiting for something and he composed himself. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” He unclasped his hand from around Michael’s ring and took Michael’s left hand.

“Michael Frederick Phelps, will you marry me and let me love you forever?”

Michael smiled and after Ian put the ring on, he put his arms around Ian. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” They kissed and then Michael blushed as several people in the park stopped to clap and offered them congratulations.

&&

On the trip back to their hotel they sat in the water taxi and kept grinning giddily at each other; holding hands despite some of the looks they received. They were too happy to care about anyone else’s opinions.

They got back to their room and Ian sat right down at the writing desk and picked up a pad of paper and a pen, causing Michael to chuckle.

“You’re making a list, aren’t you?”

Ian looked a little embarrassed but didn’t drop the pen. “Well, we’re getting married. We have a lot of planning to do and many things to work out.”

Michael took off his jacket and pants as Ian tapped the pad, waiting for it.

“When do you want to get married?”

“We have some options. We could get married on Monday if you wanted to drive up to Canada tomorrow.”

“Without your mum? What about everyone else?” Ian asked, aghast at the idea of not having their family at their wedding.

“Oh, I’m yanking your chain. Let’s back up; do you want a big ceremony or a small ceremony?” Michael removed his shirt, boxers and socks and threw them in a laundry bag making sure to hang up his jacket and pants.

“I would lean towards a small ceremony but there are many people I’d like to invite. My family isn’t large but yours just expanded dramatically.”

“That’s true. There’s almost sixty now not to mention our friends at school.”

“And my friends in Australia, yours here in Maryland.”

“Plus all the folks from swimming; that’s probably a hundred people if we invited all anyone we liked from our sponsors.” Pulling back the sheets, Michael got in bed and patted the mattress beside him. “Baby, why don’t you bring that over here?”

“What? Oh, okay.” Ian stripped down absently, staring down at his notepad. “I suppose we’re either going to have to have a very small wedding with only our parents and siblings or a big party. There are easily two hundred people we’d have to invite between us.”

“All right. I’m not opposed to inviting a crowd but do we want to plan a wedding and go to school and train for the Olympics?”

Ian shook his head. “No. That’s just too much pressure, I suppose.” Ian put away his clothes and got into bed beside Michael with pad and pen in hand. “So we’re looking at next fall at the earliest. No, because we’ll still be in school.”

“What about the following spring? I was thinking that I was going to take six months to a year off after Beijing to graduate and take the GRE anyway.”

“Spring of 2009. That will also give us time to figure out where we’re going to have the ceremony. We’re getting married in Canada?”

“Um.” Michael slid down the bed and curled up next to Ian, putting his head on Ian’s lap. “Yeah, I think so. Hawaii’s nice but the only advantage is airfare would be cheaper there from Australia. We’d be able to check out wedding sites on weekends in Canada, we couldn’t do that with Hawaii.”

“I liked Vancouver, we could use the Wedgewood Hotel; we both liked staying there.”

“We could get married at Stanley Park,” Michael offered.

“Good idea.” Ian rested the pad on Michael’s head and made a note, squinting a little. “Do you know where-”

“Your glasses are on the nightstand.”

“Thank you. What about the date?”

“That would depend on the hotel and the weather in Vancouver I suppose. We could always choose to get married in Niagara Falls; it’s kitschy but we’d have quite the water theme going.”

Ian tapped the pad. “Mum and dad are going to be thrilled. Are we telling them tomorrow or waiting until your mum comes back?”

“Why would we wait? I can call her on her cell on Monday and its okay if your parents know first. We will need to stop in and see dad and Jackie tomorrow and tell them in person though. I don’t want dad thinking he’s not getting the same treatment.”

“Hm.” Ian made an entry onto his list regarding that and Michael rolled his eyes. It wasn’t how he figured he’d spend the first night of their engagement but it was so typically Ian.

Michael yawned and snuggled down. On the other hand, it had been a rather exciting day so maybe sleep was a good idea.

“Michael?”

“Yes baby?”

“Are we having a formal ceremony?”

“We’re getting married; I’d say that’s pretty formal.”

“No, what will we be wearing?”

“I have no idea. I think we’re going to have to find the right place and go from there. We’d look pretty silly in tuxes at noon. Isn’t that some kind of faux pas?”

“True. So you want a daytime wedding?”

Michael heaved a sign and wrenched himself up to look at Ian. “I’m flexible. I’d marry you wearing nothing at all or decked out in a suit of armor.”

Ian looked at Michael and carefully placed aside the pad, pen and took off his glasses. He pulled Michael to him and hitched a leg over Michael’s hip as he slithered down. “You’re right. All that really matters is that we’re getting married. The rest is all petty details.”

Michael grinned and kissed Ian’s nose. “No they’re not petty but we’ve got almost two years to work out all the details. Right now we’ve got more important stuff to work out.”

“Oh we do?” Ian nuzzled Michael’s neck with a grin of his own.

“Yeah, we need to find out if you can still make me scream; consider it your duty as my fiancé.”
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