forbidden love

SPECIAL CHAPTER- A YEAR ON

Donald's breath was heavy as sweat was dripping down his forehead. He flicked his hands through his unkempt mop of hair perched on his orange scalp.

"Are you okay, Mr Trump?" A voice from behind Don made him jump. He turned around to see Mike Pence, his ex.

"Mike," Don said, a frown forming on his face. "I... didn't think I would see you here."

"I didn't think I would have the courage to either," Mike sat down on one of the fluffy chairs in Don's dressing room. "But here I am, I guess."

"Why are you in my room?" Don snapped. He was beginning to get angry. This was his day, not Pence's.

"I wanted to say something," Mike stood up again and placed his greasy hands on Don's shoulders. "I wanted to congratulate you. I'm so happy to see the love and connection you have found in Joe."

Don wanted to stay mad at Pence, but those words were exactly what he needed to hear, as they made his nerves settle down a touch.

"Thank you," Don grinned. "I must get ready now."

They exchanged good-byes and Mike left Trump to get ready.

Don stared at himself in the mirror. Worry was etched into every crease on his face. This was his big day, and it was going to be spectacular.

"Are you ready, Don?" Don's father peered into the room. "It's time."

Don nodded and let out a small, squeaky "yes" as his father took him by his hand and lead him down the aisle. 

The church was beautiful. Beautiful plants in every colour imaginable crowded the massive hallway, and great olive vines danced up the creamy white walls. Thousands of gorgeous people were sat, their heads turned and eyes glued on Don. 

And yet, the most beautiful thing about the room was the man standing by the priest at the end of the aisle.

Joseph Robinette Biden Junior. He looked magnificent, better than anyone else every could.

Don's eyes stayed glued to Biden's,  and his very-soon-to-be husband smiled back.

They were in deep, deep love.

After what felt like years, Don reached Joe and immediately took his hands.

"I love you," he said. "Joe, I love you."

"I love you too, my sweet Donny," Joe grinned. "I will love you until the day I die."

The priest could see there was no time for speeches, or any of the faffing around normally done at weddings. This, after all, was not a normal wedding.

"I pronounce you as husband and husband!" He called out.

The applause from the audience shook the whole building with joy. The two men shared a kiss.

"I love you," Trump said, his face only inches away from Joe's.

"I love you too,"

Suddenly, the doors to the building burst open with a bang. Everyone jumped as Melania Trump entered the building.

"Oh, Melania..." Trump's voice trails off. "I should have told you. I am in love with Joe."

"How dare you not tell me sooner!" Melania Trump cries, running down the aisle. 

"I'm sorry," Trump says. "I just... love Joe more."

"I do not care for Joe," she scoffs. "If you had told me you loved someone else, we could have broken up sooner! I married you for money anyways!"

A tear falls down Melania's cheek, before she swears loudly at Don at storms out.

No one knew what to say. Would Joe be angry that his husband hadn't told his wife of his new lover?

"Don," Joe stated.

"I can explain-" Don started.

"No," Joe held his lover's head in his old, wrinkly hands. "You do not need to. I love you."

The audience, who were all eagerly viewing this commotion with extreme attention, erupted in loud cheering and whooping. Suddenly, giant rainbow pride flags fall from the ceiling.

"Love is love!" cried Joe as a tear fell down his decaying cheek. "And I love this man with all my heart!"