I'm not just your boy toy (old version)

Epilogue (2/2)

Epilogue (2/2)

Garrett's pov

7 years later...

It's crazy to say it's been now over 10 years since I got into the journey of going through everything with Brandon.

Time went by so fast. 10 years of knowing each other, now 10 years since we first started dating. How about the rest? Did our journey get more than that?

Oh yes, it did but things took a while. When I had my first serious talk way back, I told Brandon that I was ready to wait how long it took to get married and everything. I was serious, I waited patiently for the day he would propose to me and for us to get married.

For so long, I had given up hope for us to get married or get anything further. I knew how Brandon was and I should've known by dating him, no more than that would happen. He and I didn't share the same values then and we still don't as much now.

For a long time, I had accepted my happiness didn't need marriage and kids like my parents and my sister. Even if it was that, I knew deep down I wanted it.

The battle was more difficult as I was starting to get older and sometimes I didn't want to wait too much.

Brandon has never liked the idea of marriage and kids. He didn't even want a relationship before meeting me. I guess it made sense with all the issues he had to work with but still, it's something.

I had given up hope for real but one day it happened. On our 5th anniversary, July 20th, he proposed to me at the beach on our first trip together. I was so happy and my family was overjoyed. They had been waiting impatiently for years.

Though, we didn't get married immediately. Sometimes that's what made me sad when Brandon didn't want to start planning stuff and instead focus on something else.

I figured that he was getting used to the idea of tying the knot.

Luckily, after 2 years, he wanted to make it happen. We started to plan the wedding with my family and each other's friends, Brent and Rachel.

Planning the wedding was hard and stressful. Especially, finding out what worked best for both of us.

After months of planning, we tied the knot in my parents' backyard 3 years ago on August 15th. It was a beautiful ceremony and I loved every aspect of it. It wasn't overly demanding but it was sweet. Tying the knot in my childhood house? A dream come true.

Only my parents, my sister and her husband, and their kids, Brent and Rachel were there. A private wedding indeed as I asked.

As a wedding gift, my parents bought us a house. I still can't believe they dared to do that for us but I couldn't be any happier. So, we moved in together in there. It's perfect for us.

Thus, we are husbands. Wow...I never thought Brandon would ever want that.

One small detail that is more than meets the eye, is that we changed our last names or rather he did.

Most gay couples share both last names or whatever. Knowing how prideful Brandon is, it wouldn't have been surprising, that I'd use his last name instead. Through, none of that happened.

When we were planning our wedding, I was shocked when Brandon asked to change his last name to mine. I couldn't believe it.

Brandon is always so proud of everything he does but no, he admitted he wasn't proud of his last name all that much, mainly caused by his parents' past actions and he also mentioned it held no meaning anymore.