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exhibit o: "dream carry"

"Carry me to the altar." I joked to my soon-to-be husband. "It'll look special. Well, if you could carry me, I guess."

"Your parents will assist you to me, kiddo." He taunted. "You goofball shorty."

"Excuse me?" I asked, in a mock anger. "I am not a kiddo, or a goofball, or a shor-" He abruptly stood straight up, intimidating me by his height. "Well, maybe I am a shorty. But I'm still your boy."

I pushed him forward. "Go to your side of the altar already." I murmured. "Or I'll pinch your cheeks again."

"What?" He replied. "Can't I actually stay a little bit longer beside my husband? Or should I go and actually lift you up?" He added, before picking me up bridal-style, even though I'm no bride for him. Well, technically, I'm a groom, and, no one cares. Like they should.

"Hey, mister!" I exclaimed, laughing, as I tried to slap myself out of his carry, my hand laying onto his shoulder. "Put me down! You idiot!" My coat doesn't look that neat compared to earlier, because of the motion. "Let me straighten up my suit!"

He just laughed at my struggling form. "You're not straight." He sarcastically replied. "Neither of us are."

"Oh, great." I rolled my eyes at him, as he gently put me down. "I'm unimpressed." And with that came the opportunity to fix my clothes up. It looks neater now.

"The ceremony is about to begin." He ruffled my hair. "Go to your parents, I'll be on the altar. I love you."

I slightly nodded. "I love you too." I murmured, before we parted ways. I met my parents behind, both looking at me with nothing but joy for finding someone that would actually accept me for who I am.

And when it's my turn to walk to the altar, heat flowed to my cheeks. It's like the first time we met, but seeing us both in suits made the feelings better and intense.

We exchanged messages, vows, and rings. "Why am I supposed to wear a veil?" I murmured. "Well, for the single reason that I will be the one to give you a kiss, not the other way around." He replied.

I nervously looked at the crowd when the priest mentioned something about 'speak now, or forever hold your peace' thing. My hands were shaking, expecting some of them to actually stop the wedding.

But the feelings of doubt were quickly replace by joy, as his rough hand held mine. "The fact that we can punch is one of the reasons." He whispered.

"I now pronounce you man and groom." The priest announced, holding his microphone. "What? Don't look at me, look at your husband!" he joked to me, to which everyone laughed at. "You know what you have to do... Oh, these people..."

He removed my veil, and I tiptoed to give him a kiss on the cheek. Expecting it on the lips, he pouted. "Hey, no fair."

I pouted back, but when I was about to speak, I felt the familiar pair of lips on mine. "Rude." I jokingly murmured, as we both pulled away.

I reached for the bouquet, ready to throw it, but he suddenly carried me again in a bridal-style manner. "Rude!" I jokingly repeated, before throwing it to the waiting girls behind us. "I love you, you tall-ass." I pinched his cheeks, snuggling closer to his embrace.

"I love you too, short-ass." He replied, trying to stop a laugh from coming out of his mouth. "Excuse me!" I exclaimed yet again, pinching his cheeks, before pulling him for another kiss.