CHEST TO CHEST (BxB)

The Ending /// The Wedding of a Century

Jamie has made me his best man and I cried just a little bit when he told me, but that's okay. That's okay because it's him that's crying now as William's sister and our mom walk him down the aisle.

They both look stunning in their black suits, and William's hair has decided that out of all days today it will behave. They look like they've stepped out of picture books; two rogue princes set on carving out their own happy endings.

Neither of them have looked away from each other and I can't believe that it's happening this is happening my brother is getting married, he's getting married to his best friend the love of his life it's finally happening.

Maybe I'm crying a little bit, too, but that's only because William's smiling so big at my brother it's lighting up the whole goddamn city and then they're saying their vows and holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck – one day that's going to be Finnigan and I.

When they kiss our entire family screams in applause and I look out at Finnigan, who's sitting with Miles. They're watching the happy couple walk out hand in hand, just like everybody else, and they're so happy. Everybody's so happy.

At the reception, Finnigan and I dance all night, and William brings us drinks, his cheeks red and his lips kiss-swollen.

"Don't tellll anybody I'm giving you these," he slurs, and then laughs, and Jamie finds us, scooping his husband into his arms.

"There you are," he whispers, lining kisses along William's neck and making William giggle like we're not even there anymore. They're both tipsy and happy and in love, so in love, and they sway away from us, and Finnigan whispers in my ear,

"I can't wait until that's us," and he's just made me the happiest person on this entire planet, maybe besides the grooms of the night.

"I love you," I tell him, and he kisses my forehead.

"I love you more."

I want him to be happy I want him to be happy I want him to be mine so I can love him forever and make sure that no one ever hurts him again. I want us to be as happy as Jamie and William are, I want to get drunk with him on our wedding night and fuck the living hell out of him and love him and love him and love him.

He kisses my curls and runs his hands down my spine, like he knows exactly what I'm thinking.

I turn my head to watch my brother and his tipsy groom twirling slowly on the dancefloor, and my heart melts.

"God," Finnigan whispers, "they're so perfect for each other."

And I nod in agreement. For once everyone in my family is happy, for once everyone has someone they need, someone they deserve, someone who can hold them at night and protect them from whatever is out there.

And I have Finnigan. Just like I always have.

 I fucking love him. 

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