Michael x Noah 🙏

51. ~Offical!~

Michaels pov:
Everyone out in the garden area was cheering. Noah must be out. I looked down at my suit. Will he like it? That's all I could think about. I know he doesn't care- well, he probably does, just doesn't want me to hear- oh shut up Michael. He's about to be your husband. I tell myself that until I feel Hannah's hand grab mine and drag me outside to the garden center.

Woah... this is... beautiful! Oh my god! How did Noah find this? Hannah takes me out of my thought of how beautiful the garden is by bringing me up to the stand. Normally the hat would be the father's job, but mine couldn't be happier to stay away from me. That's sad. Oh my god, why can't I stay out of thoughts now of all times. This is a happy event!
I make it up to the stand area. There Noah was, looking at me with a warm smile. That same smile I returned back. There also was a priest with a very nice black suit on. He held a paper with a smile on his face.

The priest coughs to clear his throat before starting to read from the paper.
"We all are gathered here today to celebrate the two separate lives that were draw together by a strong bond of love, Noah Carter and Michael Afton." The priest looks up from the paper and microphone, clearing his throat once again, looking down at the paper and microphone.
"This relationship is not to be entered into lightly, but instead with love and compassion for one another." He continues. "With all respect, are there any objections before we continue?" The priest looks up, scanning the area. I look over too, only to have my head turned back by Noah's hand.
"Don't worry who has objections. They're just assholes." He whispers.
"How's you know I-" I start.
"What? You were worrying?" He chuckles before continuing. "I think I know you by now."

"No objection? Great!" The priest smiles while going back to the paper.
"Noah Carter," He looks over to Noah. "Michael Afton," He turns to look at me. "No priest, no person, or thing can marry you two except yourselves." He clears his throat. "With that being said, Noah, do you except to spend the rest of you life with Michael as your husband?"
I look at Noah. My heart racing a little faster. This is the time. Will he say yes? Of course he will. He paid all this money... money that means Pennie's to him for this...
"I do." Noah smiles at me, holding both my hands in his own.
"Michael, do you except Noah to be your husband for the rest of your life?" He asks me. With no hesitation, I say, "yes! Of course!"
"You may kiss." The priest smiles even more, backing up as Noah grabs me by the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss.
"Thank you ,time to party!" The priest says before leaving, everyone clapping.

I must have been tearing up, because as we were in line at the dinner table, Noah stared at my face.
"You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah?" I question. Noah places his hand on my cheek, rubbing a tear off of it with his thumb.
"You're crying."
"Happy tears." I say. They were happy tears. I can't believe this time has come.
We both grab a few things to eat, sitting at a table. A few of Noah's friends were there, so obviously he was talking with them. I notice Hannah standing alone so I get up, leaving my hardly eaten food there, and walk to Hannah.
"I'm so happy for you!" She jumps, hugging me on the last one.
"Okay, okay-" I giggle. "Thank you." I whisper.
"Wanna hit the bar?" She asks, pointing to the bar I didn't even know was here.
"Hell yeah! Wait, let me ask Noah. I don't want him to hate me on the only wedding he'll ever have... I hope." I chuckle a tiny bit, walking over to Noah.
"Noahhhhhh!" I hug his back as he was sitting with his friends. I hear him place his drink down, grabbing my hands that are over his shoulders.
"Yeah, love?" He asks.
"Pleaseeee, can I get a drink at the bar with Hannah???" I beg. I hear him sigh.
"Fine. But if I have to carry you home-" He starts.
"I know, I won't, just one or two." I say.
"Three is your limit. He says, letting go of my hands. I get up and go back to Hannah. We grab each other's hands and walk to the bar.
"I'll have a martini" I say.
"One of the same, please." Hannah asks for. It's weird ordering the drinks. Hannah and I both work, or worked at this point, at a bar. It took all my strength not to tell the guy he made it wrong, even though he didn't, he just didn't make it like I do.

He eventually gave us our drinks. Hannah and I downed the first one together, a way we both celebrated anything. First drink together.
"Excuse me, can we both get a vodka shot?" I ask the bartender.
"Make that three for each of us." Hannah says with a smirk. Noah said to only have three, but he can't say anything if he doesn't know, right?"
"Comin' right up." The bartender smiles, pouring the shots. He handed them to us, walking away after to help the next person.

Three shots later, I'm already feeling it. Hannah is a tiny bit better with alcohol, but still not great. I've noticed that when I'm drunk, I notice a lot more. I look around the now dark garden area, looking at everyone who showed up.
"Awww, Lizzy showed up." I say. I look over to my left and see William standing there, at the bar.
"What the fuck are you doing he- hic- here?!" I ask him. He turned his head over to my direction.
"I wasn't going to miss my son's wedding to a mafia boss." He says, ordering his beer.
"You weren't invited!" I yell.
"So?" He says, not bothering to look at me.
"You just want Noah's money, don't you." I say in more of a statement than question.

I feel two hands in my shoulders.
"Woah, what happened to just three..." Noah trails off when he sees my dad. His face immediately goes to disgust. "Let's go. Weddings over anyway." Noah picks me up, knowing damn well I can't walk on my own without stumbling right now, and brings me to his car.
"What the fuck was he doing there." Noah says, sounding pissed.
"No -hic- no idea" I say.
Noah gets into the drivers seat and starts driving away.
"Next time I see him, it's on sight. I only didn't do anything this time because I didn't want to ruin the wedding." His grip on the wheel was so tight, his knuckles were turning white. Hannah, Charlotte, and Nicole were going to spend tonight at a hotel. They didn't wanna drive all those hours, especially since they were all under the influence.

A while later, I got a random boost of energy.
"Noahhhh" I say his name, my voice giving the obvious drunk in it away, even though Noah already knew.
"Yes, love?" He keeps his eyes on the road ahead while talking to me.
"You know, you haven't given me attention in a while~" I place my hand in his thigh and run it up a bit.
"Michael, love, I'm driving." He chuckles.
"But I think you don't loveeee meeee..." I sigh sadly. I always get overly emotional when I'm drunk.
"We'll be home soon, then we can cuddle." He suggests.
"No..." I run my hand up more so that it's touching the tent growing in his pants.
"Michael. Stop. Move your hand." He says, trying to focus in the road.
"Nooo." I say. Hic.
"Fine. Nothing for a whole two weeks then." He says.
"No! W- hic- wait I'm sorry!!" I move my hand and almost immediately fall asleep in the passengers seat.

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