MALADRESSE ✞

2.1

"I now pronounce you husband and husband, you may now make the bond between you both and you may now kiss,"

Chris and Peej smile at each other before leaning in and sealing their marriage with a soft kiss. We all cheer for them and whoop and holler.

The run back down the alter, this time together and holding hands as confetti were thrown at the newly wed pair. We all wait before they were out the church before everyone else took their turn to leave.

"I think I'm still crying from those vows,"

"I know, if I had realised all that sooner I would have never hated Peej for cheating,"

"Really?"

"I mean, yeah, that speech was amazing. You could clearly hear the love he has for Chris,"

"And Chris for Peej,"

"I can't wait for our wedding," I commented.

He looks surprised and looked at me.

"You've been thinking about that?"

I scratch the back of my head. "Well, yeah, I mean, we've been dating for six months, I've known you for little over a year, and through that time I have come to love you so much. Of course I'm going to fantasise about us getting married, besides, we're both standing here... In a church in suits..."

Phil just smiles and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

"I love you, Phil,"

"I love you too, Dan,"

* * *

Me and Phil watch as Pj and Chris have their first dance as a married couple and it's a magical sight. My heart warms at the sight of the two men holding each other close together as if each other would slip if they didn't hold on tight enough.

The dance ends and as soon as it did I was being dragged on the dance floor by a really excited Phil.

"Come on! It's our turn!" He giggles, wrapping his hands around my waist.

I wrap my hands around his neck as we sway back and forth to the Meghan Trainor and John Legend song.

"So I'm gonna love you, like I'm going to lose you," Phil sings into my ear.

"And I'm going to hold you, like I'm saying goodbye," I sing back.

We stand there that way; swaying like no one was watching. We hold each other and I rest my head in the crook of his neck.