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I’m sorry I’m not sorry for the insane amounts of fluff. I’m getting married in a year! I’m in a good mood :) No inspiration other than my good mood!
It was a very quiet and personal affair, just the two of them and the two most important people in their lives.
They waited in line at the courthouse, Alex anxiously bouncing on the balls of his feet while Scott whispered under his breath for him to relax.
“Can’t help it, babe,” Alex replied with a smile that Scott couldn’t help but kiss in reply. They were getting married after all.
Alex responded by wrapping his arm around Scott’s waist and pulling him close, his body finally coming to rest as he felt Scott’s warmth against him, one last reminder that this was really happening. Alex looked behind him to see Saxon and James smiling at the two of them. He didn’t really know what to say, emotions overcoming his ability to say much, so he just gave them a smile and turned back around, attention not wavering again from the line in front of them.
James was keeping up a conversation with Saxon, allowing Scott and Alex a few moments to themselves before the big moment.
“This is right, right,” Scott asked for the thousandth time since they decided to get married a few weeks ago, “Just doing the courthouse thing?”
“It’s us, we aren’t big party kind of guys, and this is the special moment we wanted. The two most important people are here as our witnesses and later on tonight we will go to dinner with our close friends and family. This is our moment and we are going to have it the way we want.”
“People won’t be mad?”
“It’s our wedding day.”
“No buts,” Alex said as he stopped walking forward and grabbed Scott’s hands, holding them tight, “We are getting married today exactly the way we want. Our friends and family love us and will be happy we did it our way.”
“I love you,” Scott said as he felt the air come back into his chest and breathing became an easier task.
“I love you too, Mr. O’Loughlin.”
Scott stopped, his hands slipping out of Alex’s, “Hey now, whoever said I was changing my name? Why can’t you be Mr. Caan?”
“Because there are already way too many Mr. Caan’s to compete with.”
“I am not taking your name,” Scott insisted, “I like my name.”
“Okay, fine, compromise, that’s the most important thing in a marriage, how about Mr. O’Loughlin-Caan?”
“Why does your name get to go first? You know that people always cut off the last name in a hyphenated name.”
“Scott,” Alex said.
“We’re getting married today.”
“Yes we are,” Scott replied. Thoughts of names and reasons why their name should not be O’Loughlin-Caan flew right out of his head because today he was marrying the giant Aussie man he’d fallen in love with.
It turns out that weddings actually make Scott a little emotional and his resolve loosens a little. He still doesn’t quite remember how he ended up becoming Scott O’Loughlin-Caan, but if he’s honest, he thinks it has a nice ring to it.
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