“Do you, Ian Grover Lilley, take Corey Buster Mandrake to be your husband, to have and to hold, until death do you part?”
I had tears in my eyes as I sat next to Jet—handsome and larger than life, by the way, in his dove gray suit—listening to the men exchange vows. Both grooms were so fervent in their love and adoration for each other, it was beautiful. I wanted a love like that one day, now that I’d given myself the chance to have such a thing.
“You all right?” Jet whispered to me, and I nodded.
“It’s wonderful to see love like that,” I whispered back. He titled his head in agreement.
“I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss your groom,” the officiate said, and Corey laid a kiss on Ian that made even Bambi, sitting next the groomsmen, bark in acknowledgement.
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