Henry sniffed hard and he leaned in to kiss Iestyn's cheek. "You make me so happy too," he whispered. "So deliriously fucking happy. The only things I really care about at our wedding, is that you and I are going to be husbands, and we get to share the day with people we love." And then he added, "and...I don't want the cake to be vanilla," he finished with a joke and a little smile. "Raspberry whip, or chocolate fudge or something delicious."
They could do this in three months. They could figure out someone to take photos and someone to cater and all the little details. Because all the most important stuff was stuff they already had.