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He never expected this. Ever. His mother, reaching out. Somehow managing to find his number and give him a call. The dancer was just finishing his shift, and he wasn’t closing so he was able to pick up Ruby from school. But just as he left, she called him. He didn’t recognize the number at first, but when he heard her voice on the other head, he knew who she was. He tried to keep as calm as possible as she said she missed him, asked him how he was, how his family was if he had one. Anger built inside with each passing second, but he stayed calm, even when she asked if she could come visit sometime. He told her he’d think about it before hanging up. One would think maybe Enzo was overreacting, that he should have some respect for the woman who birthed him. But this woman never took care of him when he was growing up. Allowed her various boyfriends to beat him as a child, made him be the one to take care of her. From cleaning her up after a night of partying hard, to being made to purchase her drugs from her dealers. Enzo didn’t say much when he picked Ruby up. They got home, he fed him a snack, and he helped him with his homework, before they had dinner and the boy passed out ten minutes into a movie they were watching. So Ruby was asleep, but when Mark got home, Enzo had to let some steam out. So he grabbed his soon to be husband, kissed him hard, and undid Mark’s belt and opened up his pants. He was breathing hard as he pulled away and turned Mark to bend him over the couch. He was angry at his mother and needed to fuck out the fury for a little bit. He whipped out his big hard dick, then pushed down the back of Mark’s pants. Using only spit as the lubricant, he pushed it inside his man, plugging him up entirely with his length, grabbing Mark by the waist and fucking deep into him.

♫ “From here to the moon and back. Who else in this world will love you like that? Forever and always, I'll be where you're at. From here to the moon and back, from here to the moon and back.” ♪ As cheesy as it was, Enzo loved singing this song, just for Mark.

“Pst. Baby. Baby...baby.”

“Babe, it’s okay. You don’t need to prove anything, neither do I, nor does Bram. He and I are good. We talked. He’s good to me, to you. He’s good to us, and our son.”

The ceremony was going well so far. The entire place was full, all here to witness Enzo getting married a second time, to watch Mark get married a first time. Ruby and Lumi had been running around playing with each other earlier, and Enzo was trying to get his nerves down but Heikki was there to calm him, definitely the best best man ever for a first try. They had their friends and those they accepted into their family, all gathered together. Everyone looked pretty good too. Right now, Enzo wasn’t the dancer, he wasn’t the great hook up, and really the large man didn’t even see today being about him and Mark, it was just about Mark. Enzo had let Mark make most of the decisions for the wedding, and he didn’t regret it. The venue was spectacular, the band was epic, the decorations, the clothes for Ruby and Lumi. Enzo picked out their cake of course, and the song they’d dance to at the reception. Other things as well, but he knew this wouldn’t be possible at all without his better half by his side. At the altar, he turned to his best man and smiled, he gave the priest a nod, and a nod to everyone else in the crowd he knew. Then Ruby and Lumi showed up at the end of the aisle. The music played, it was about to begin. All of a sudden the nerves were on overload, and his heart was beating fast. Ruby and Lumi walked down the aisle, Ruby looking like an art piece with their rings on a embroidered pillow, Lumi looking lovely as she sprinkled flower petals all around. It took Enzo catching the eye of the one he loved to actually calm down. He felt like a million bucks, but Mark transcended all levels. Suddenly, it was just him and Mark, locking eyes. And he felt relaxed. He gave Mark a warm smile as he slowly approached with Bram by his side. Their pets - Solo, Lucy, Biggie Smalls, Ruby’s newly named Prescot, and even Lady Cow, all beautifully groomed and dressed for the occasion, trotted ahead of them in the aisle, approaching the animal carer they were trained to go towards. It did make the audience laugh a little in delight to see them. It made Enzo chuckle, but then he looked at Mark again and he was much closer now. This was it...and this was him. The love of his life. He gave him a warm loving smile and finally they were together at the altar. Immediately, Enzo’s hands took Mark’s gently. “You look beautiful,” he mouthed quietly.

[ TEXT ]: I can add that to the list. How about Maes or Reiner for a boy, or Olivier for a girl?

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