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Isaac was nervous. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner for his wedding. Which also meant it was the night where he finally met the man he was supposed to be marrying. The marriage was arranged, done for political and financial reasons. Isaac, ever the dutiful son, had agreed to go along with it. But he hoped that he’d at least like his husband to be. It would be a nightmare if they hated each other. He’d made sure to arrive at the venue for the wedding early. Not even the justice of the peace was there yet. So when he heard someone else enter the room, he glanced up. Spotting a young man he recognized only from photographs he’d been sent, he approached him. “Jacques?” he said. It was a stupid question. He knew very well who the young man was. “I’m Isaac.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Its nice to finally meet you.”

"You aren’t scared of flying, are you?” Daniel asked his girlfriend as the limo made its way towards the airport. He wanted to surprise her with a week at his family’s home in Cannes. It was gorgeous this time of year, and he figured a vacation was called for before the summer was over. He hadn’t told her what he was up to yet, wanting to see her reaction when she realized where they were going.

Siobhan had just gotten home from work. Witness protection had arranged for her to work in a diner. It wasn’t glamorous work, but it was good for her cover. Besides, she’d never finished college and couldn’t exactly be picky. She just wanted to keep her cover story intact. She was still terrified of the mob finding her after she’d testified against one of their members. “I picked up a pizza on the way home” she called out, wondering if the man she was supposed to fake being married to was home yet. “Come and get it while its hot.” She glanced around the house.

Daniel was in the middle of preparing dinner when he heard the front door of his house open. He knew immediately it was Rory. His husband was the only other person who lived there, after all. Besides, he’d come to recognized the sound of the other man’s footsteps. “Mon amour” he said, calling his husband by the pet name that was popular in his father’s native tongue. He stood on his toes to kiss the taller man on the lips. “How was your day?” He knew Rory’s job could be stressful, even on the best days. Which is why he tried to make sure his husband was happy and comfortable from the moment he stepped into their home.

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