It's Not a Question- B/J ficlet
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Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:5 yrs post 513
A/N: Thank you
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Brian's pov
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Am I nervous? the hell I am. Wouldn't you all be? I'm just about to marry the only man I ever loved. I definitely don't want to fuck it up again.
Am I scared? Hell , yeah. Do I have doubts? I don't think I'll ever stop having them but at the same time I'm not doubtful. I'm confidant. Other people may have their own reasons. I've got my own.
_ _ _ _
My reason just walked down the stairs. I look up and see him there. God, he's so beautiful in that suit. I don't think I'll ever stop loving him. Yes. The rings are still in my pocket.
The minister is here.
I think I'm ready.
We're ready.
It's not a question. It's a declaration.
I know I mean it the moment my fingers search for his and I place the platinum band just at the right spot.
I feel it, when his fingers are placing the ring on mine.
I allow myself to feel.
I know my heart will forever be open for him as our lips touch.
_ _ _ _ >
Later that night we're still in our suits, still staring at each other, knowing we've made the right decision after all.
I bring us both something to drink.
What are all those people doing here?