Forget Me Not (Klance)

Chapter 25, Separate

"It's a 4 bedroom 2 bath house, listed at 645,000" The lady showed us around.

"Isn't this a little too big?" I asked.

"Not at all" She smiled. "It's smaller than the last I showed, and right under your budget" She led us upstairs.

"This is way bigger" Lance whispered in my ear.

"I know" I laughed.

"This is the master bedroom, complete with a tap activated TV" She tapped on the wall, the hologram posted up a TV.

"Do all the rooms have tap activated TVs?" Lance asked.

"Yes, they do" She gleamed, going into the bathroom.

Me and Lance wanted something homey, not something to show off like most celebrities.

"Is the area kid friendly?" I asked.

"Of course, there's 3 community parks and I've heard of a parent group" She said.

"Alright" I whispered.

"And of course the 3 bedrooms" She led us into the others.

They were small, but enough for a family. "I think..." I paused.

Lance and us discussed lightly on the house. It was roomy, but not as flashy and modern as the others. We decided to settle on it.

"We'll take it" He smiled.

"Good, I'll get you all settled in on the paperwork!" She exclaimed.

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"I do" I answered.

"And do you, Lance McClain take this man to be your husband?"

"I do" He said, neither of us were crying, but I guess It was because we both agreed that this was a time to be happy.

I kissed him lightly, a few cameras flashing around us. I loved him to say the least, honestly no papers or stupid ceremony could change any way I feel about him. I'm not afraid of commitment, I'm not afraid of marriage, but I feel like marriages are just a celebration not really needed. If you know you love someone, why do you need to prove it with a party, cake and papers.

Marriage used to have a meaning of social status, or to make children, or a form of belief. Christianity dissapeared years ago, doesn't mean people aren't still racist, homophobic, or sexist.

No matter how, or even if you're white, have good money, and have a perfect life, someone... Someone hates you.

But those who hate you have reasons, and those who love you have their reasons. Good and bad always balance.

"You okay baby?" Lance asked me.

"Yeah, just, blanked out" I kissed his cheek.

"Alright, love you" He squeezed my hand gently.

"Love you" I whispered.

The rest of the day went exactly how I pictured, just another happy day with him. Except cameras were all over us, kind of annoying but I know how thrilled Lance will be to have hundreds of pictures of our wedding in the new house.

The day came to an end, we didn't need to go to some fancy honeymoon, being with eachother was enough.

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"Wake up" Lance greeted me, I was overwhelmed with this sadness, a sadness that I couldn't get rid of.

"Yeah?" I got up, an old bed, antique furniture was all in the room. I got up, confused, along with my voice.