âAfter a while, I thought Iâd never find you.â (tickerhart)
When Colton is chastised by Abigail to turn around, another voice (Colton canât quite make it out since the voice is dropped to a whisper) reminds her that itâs about not seeing the bride before her wedding not about seeing the groom. Abigail agrees with the new voice but insists that she doesnât want to prick Colton with the needle attached to the back of the flower that will be in Coltonâs front pocket. Abigail also gently tells Colton to stop fidgeting.
Itâs like asking Danny to not continue pursuing mechanic work. Or like asking their beloved Punzie to stop begging for snacks even after sheâs just had dinner and tried to sneak off with a guestâs shoe. It can be asked, it can be told, but it doesnât mean that it will be followed through and obeyed.
Colton gives an uncharacteristically nervous exhale.
The cake, decorated with fondant cogs and gears, waits in the refrigerator. Most of the food is in the refrigerator and away from the reach of one dog that is too helpful, hungry, and clever, for her own good, but last Colton saw her, she was receiving belly rubs from either Brandon or Cassie; itâs possible that Punzie might have gone to seek affection from another one of their friends if one of those was requested to help Danny.
Colton imagines beaches and ocean waves against bare toes, about the stories he has heard growing up, and heâs grateful that venue option was considered. Even if it had meant shooing away obnoxious and greedy seagulls.
At least this venue is one that both Danny and Colton had agreed on.
Each one of their friends has a role in the ceremony. The glimmering rings are safe where they should be. Their family members are in the audience, talking with one another, and Colton is glad to see some familiar homeland treats lining the tablecloth from afar. He canât wait to let Danny try some of his personal favorites, to see his boyfriend-turned-finance-soon to be husband.
A familiar voice is by his side, and Colton feels the same tingle from the tips of his fingers down to his toes as when he and Danny had first discussed this event being a possibility.
Although Colton tends to seek out attention, thrives in it even, he wanted to be sure that Danny would be okay with it too. Colton tries to smooth out non-existent wrinkles from his suit jacket, glancing down to his freshly polished shoes, almost like the ground is more fascinating as he ties his own oxfords again and again wishes that he was barefoot instead.
At least Abigail has understood why Colton refused each and every color of a bow tie, why the only option he would consider for a tie was one that clipped on and he could remove at a momentâs notice. So far, the metallic colored one has been remaining loose, away from his throat, and not yet removed with the trembling fingers that followed whenever Colton felt something was too tight around his throat.
âIâve been here, the whole time, Danny. And Iâm not going anywhereâŚâ
Colton covers his own eyes with one of his own hands, as if to please Abigail that he wonât be sneaking a peek of his soon to be husband and partly because he does want to be surprised anyway. Clumsily, Colton gives a kiss to the side of Dannyâs nose, rather than his cheek or lips or even the tip of his nose that had been where Colton was trying to reach, but nothing stops the accompanying grin that Colton has.
ââŚ.well, except to the altar. I really donât wanna be late for that.â