No More Secrets (Book 2)

Epilogue

Thunder clapped overhead, nearly shaking the walls around me. I sighed, glancing out the window to see the rain pouring down in sheets. I put my head in my hands. Out of all days, it had to rain today?

A hand landed on my shoulder and I looked up. My dad stood next to me, a small smile on his face. "What's wrong? Not getting cold feet now, are ya?"

I shook my head, gesturing to the window just as the sky lit up with a flash of lightning. "Look at that. Today. Really?" I stood. "I need it to stop."

Dad let out a soft chuckle. "I can't do anything about that. But I will remind you of the time. You need to start getting dressed, Travis. Unless you want to be late."

"Dylan will kill me if I'm late."

I knew he would, considering I was the one who pushed for us to have an actual wedding ceremony. He was really only doing this for me. Don't get me wrong, he was equally as excited as I was about this wedding, but I knew he would have been happy without all the big fuss.

Twenty minutes later, I was dressed in my nice black suit I had bought specifically for today. I looked myself over in the mirror, trying to tie the light blue tie. Dylan had a matching one.

My dad stopped me, taking the thin fabric and tying it for me. "Little nervous?"

I took a deep breath. "Were you nervous at your wedding? Either one of them?"

"Yeah. Both times. But I knew that I loved your mother. And I knew that I loved Stacey. So I knew that everything was going to be okay. Do you love Dylan?"

"More than anything else in this world."

"Then I think you're going to be just fine." He looked at his watch. "But only if we get going."

I nodded. I couldn't be late. Not today.

When we arrived at the hall, I couldn't help but notice the ruined banner on the side of the building. It had been meant to announce our wedding, mostly for the guests, considering the building was tucked away off the main road, but now it hung in a soaking wet mess from only one corner. I hope that wasn't a metaphor for my marriage.

Dad pulled open my door, holding an umbrella up so that I wouldn't get wet. I greatly appreciated the gesture, even though I felt guilty that he was now the one getting soaked by the rain.

Once inside, I immediately spotted my stepmom and Dylan's mom in the corner, talking. When they saw me, they both excitedly ushered me down a hallway into a small room. I wanted to ask which room Dylan was in, but between all their chattering - amongst themselves and occasionally telling me to do something - I couldn't get a word in edgewise. I didn't know what all the fuss was about. I was wearing my suit. That should be fine enough, right?

From what I gathered, I was very definitely late. Dylan was somewhere else, all ready to go, just waiting on me. I felt awful, but at the same time, I knew I wasn't that late. I still had ten minutes before the ceremony was supposed to begin.

"Can't I just talk to him?" I heard Dylan ask outside the door.

I perked up, wanting to talk to him, too. I hadn't seen him since yesterday afternoon. But my dad answered before I could say anything. "Sorry, son. You can't see your spouse before the wedding. You two will have plenty of time to talk later."

"You can't see your bride on her wedding day. Travis is not my bride!"

I couldn't hear anymore of their conversation, so I assumed my dad walked off with Dylan. I wanted to know what he wanted to talk to me about, but I guess that was going to have to wait until later.

Finally, it was time for the ceremony. We had planned that Dylan would walk out first, with both his parents at his side, then I would follow, with both my dad and Stacey. The whole time we walked down that aisle, all I could focus on was how good those pants made Dylan's ass look.

The next half hour went by in a complete blur. All I really remember was staring into Dylan's eyes during the whole thing. His beautiful deep brown eyes that held so much love in them. I could never get tired of looking into them.

A nudge to my back made me take my gaze off of Dylan's face. The officiant was staring at me, waiting. I cleared my throat and took the folded piece of paper that had my vows written on it out of my pocket.

"Sorry," I muttered. I saw Dylan smirk out of the corner of my eye, but I focused on the words in front of me. "Dylan," I looked back up at him, not needing the words because everything I had to say was coming straight from my heart anyway. "I love you more than anything else in this world. You've been my best friend since high school and my lover since college. And I know life hasn't always been on our side and sometimes the future seemed so uncertain. But the one thing that was constant was my love for you. I've loved you for years and I plan on loving you until the end of time, because not even death can keep me away from you."

Dylan smiled at me and I could see a small tear in the corner of his eye. But he took a deep breath as he started speaking. "I love you, Trav. You mean more to me than you probably know, although you deserve to know everything. No more secrets between us, no matter what the reason. I promise. Because you mean everything to me, too. I never want to lose you. I'm so happy that I finally get to call you my husband, from now until the end of time."

I leaned forward and kissed him, before we were even told we could. Nobody seemed to care, though. Cheers broke out through the small audience of our friends and family and the officiant announced over us, "Mr. and Mr. Travis and Dylan Sholts everybody!"

The rest of the evening passed by in a blur. Before I knew it, the reception was over and people were congratulating Dylan and I yet again on our marriage before heading home. Despite all the rain, the night had been perfect. I eventually found myself sitting in a chair off to the side, almost all the guest had gone, and I watched as Dylan picked through the last of the desserts.

He looked up and, realizing I was watching him, smiled. I smiled back, so glad I could officially call him my husband.

I knew these last few months were hard on him. Since Jenny was gone, Dylan's been a bit down. But he threw himself into the wedding planning with me and, I have to say, all our hard work definitely payed off.

Dylan lifted up a cookie, silently asking me if I wanted it. I nodded my head and he came over. Instead of just standing next to me or pulling up his own chair, he sat on my lap.

"Hi," I said with a smile.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. "I love you."

I kissed him back, a bit harder this time. "I love you too. Now where's that cookie? I barely ate anything all night."

Dylan laughed and stuck it in my mouth. Best cookie ever.

A/N: Well, this is it. Thank you all for reading! I had a lot of fun writing with Dylan and Travis again. I hope you all enjoyed it too!