The States

some things are meant to be

In 2009, Monty had considered it after Cam's legislation legalized it. In the end, he'd just shrugged it off.

It's six years later now, the entire country has legalized it and Cam's playing with his hair and asking very quietly if he would like to get married and Monty's telling him yes.

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Two days later, Monty is half-asleep when he feels Cam undo the clasp of his necklace, and that pulls him from the haze of sleep enough to look up at him.

Cam just takes it, pulling off the ring- the engagement ring- before he fastens the chain back around Monty's neck. The reassuring weight of his star rests against his sternum and that steadies him enough that he doesn't start freaking out. 

Monty is completely awake as Cam slips off the couch and kneels.

Cam gently takes his left hand, grey eyes flicking up to meet Monty's.

"May I?"

Monty nods breathlessly, and Cam slips the engagement ring onto his ring finger.

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It takes them a week to remember that weddings are a thing.

Cam tosses his pen up into the air, catching it and repeating the motion. "Your side of the border or mine? We'll pick somewhere close to it either way." Technically, they're supposed to be working (Monty's got papers detailing Vermont's GDP scattered over his desk and crossing over into Cam's and Cam's got a thick manilla folder filled with stuff about energy on his) but Cam's feet are propped up on the edge of his desk as he thinks and Monty's googling wedding ideas.

Monty thinks on it, tapping his fingers on his computer. "We could do the wedding on your side and the honeymoon on mine? I was thinking about the mountains for the honeymoon."

Cam grins. "Fall or winter?"

"Fall, then we can do the wedding outside." Monty pauses. "Do you want the wedding to be outside?"

Cam tosses the pen again. He thinks about their younger years and smiles. "We could get married in an orchard, if that's alright with you. I think there's one close to the border."

Monty gives him a smile back and Cam's almost certain he's remembering the same things. "I'd love that." He goes back to typing at his computer, probably looking for an orchard wedding venue, and Cam leans his head against the back of his chair.

Monty stops typing and Cam looks over at him in question.

Monty taps his fingers on his laptop again. "We have to tell people at some point. I think Alfred would disown us if we got married without him."

They really aren't very good at this whole wedding planning thing. Neither of them had even thought about their family. "So eloping is out of the question?"

"Definitely."

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"We're getting married," Cam says before he steals one of Monty's french fries. Monty was trying to work up to that, but Cam doesn't see the point. No way they were going to react badly.

The other side of the table goes silent, and Cam looks over at them.

Connie's drink is frozen halfway to her mouth and Sam is staring at them wide-eyed. Foster's looked up from his milkshake for the first time since he'd gotten it.

Sam breaks first, grinning. "When? Do I get to be a bridesmaid? Are you even going to have bridesmaids?"

Cam shoots Monty a look like see, I told you.