WHAT YOU... Title: What You… Written By:cindybaby Timeline: Many years after 513. Rating: PG-13 Summary: One of life’s priceless moments. Author’s Notes: This takes a little twist. Hope you can follow it. Theme: Icon Challenge Inspired By Icon:
You don’t remember being there and wonder if it’s another memory lost, like that night so many years ago. But Brian says you were, and that you really liked it, so you shrug, trusting him.
It’s what you do.
Brian takes your hand, leading you down a rather narrow hallway that finally blossoms into a large, beautifully decorated room and you gasp, your eyes happily dancing around the incredible artwork adorning every available wall. You know you could spend hours just staring but then you feel Brian tug at your hand again and grunt your displeasure.
Brian laughs. “Don’t worry, you can see it all later.”
You smile, happy to be known so well.
“Honey!”
You turn as your mother approaches, kissing you warmly on the cheek, embracing you. And when she lets you go you can’t help but take a small step back, suddenly aware that the room is crowded, a rather major detail that you’d somehow missed.
But you don’t make any apologies. The artwork is what caught your eye. You’re an artist, after all.
It’s what you are.
Someone else steals your mother’s attention and she flitters away.
“You look beautiful,” Brian whispers intimately as he pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around you and you sigh, melting into the familiar embrace.
It’s what you need.
You close your eyes and force yourself to breathe. Everything rather overwhelming.
“Baby, God, I can’t believe it,” Emmett gasps, holding his chest and dabbing gently at his eyes, careful not to smudge.
“Well someone had to make an honest man out of him,” Brian snarks as he releases you and you laugh softly, smacking his arm. But silently you’re grateful for a break in the tension.
“It seems like just yesterday…” Emmett starts, but is thankfully cut off as Brian grins and says, “I think I see Lindsay. Come on Justin, before the waterworks continue.”
You smile apologetically at Emmett and once again feel yourself guided across the room to where Lindsay and Melanie mingle with a small group of people. You’re within earshot when you hear, “I can’t believe it. It seems like just yesterday…” and once again you find yourself steered in another direction, and you can’t help but feel rather out of control as Brian parades you around the room.
“All these fucking people.”
“You invited most of them,” you remind him and that stops him dead in his tracks. “Urgh,” you grunt as you collide with his ass, an act you’re rather fond of, but not when you do a simultaneous face-plant into the back of his suit-jacket.
Taking a step away you rub at your nose, hoping it’s not as squished as it feels.
“You’re right. I did invite them. I didn’t think anyone should miss such a monumental event. Don’t you agree, Sunshine?”
And he’s close again, this time face to face, foreheads pressed together as he brushes his nose sweetly against yours and you decide that you like this feeling much better, your nose and all other important extremities tingling in agreement, and you know that if he continues, within moments all control will be taken out of your hands.
It’s what you feel.
“They’re ready.”
Your heart beats in double-time.
“Breathe, Justin.”
You want to remind him to do the same, if the maddening thump that you feel radiating from Brian’s body, still pressed against yours, is any indication of how he’s doing.
“I just can’t believe…”
“I know.”
And with a few simple words your fears are calmed, positive that he understands. That he gets you.
It’s what you crave.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” you whisper and feel his tiny gasp against your lips before he captures them softly, his silent reply filling your mouth.
Brian takes your hand for the last time, leading you out of the now empty room, down another corridor, this one slightly wider than the last, then finally into a pristinely white room. You think it should feel cold, impersonal, but it doesn’t. It’s perfect.
“Dad?”
He steals your breath away.
You move forward, Brian’s fingers laced with yours.
One, two, three steps up and then you part. You really don’t want to, and Brian sees the longing on your face. He smiles, moving to the other side, his eyes never leaving yours, reassuring you.
Your heart feels like it might burst from your chest. You look at his face and can’t help but stutter out a desperate breath. You look around overwhelmed.
It’s everything.
It’s what you love.
The minister begins.
You could hear a pin drop, it’s so quiet.
You feel the tears slip from your eyes and wipe them away.
You watch him.
You’ve never seen anything more incredible in your entire life.
You’ve never been more proud or enraptured.
“Dad?”
“Wha? Sorry,” you say with a soft blush and a smile as you hand him the ring, watching intently as he slides it on.
Suddenly it’s all over, and you feel Brian’s warm, strong arm wrap around your shoulder. You feel helpless, watching as Gus and his husband descend the stairs in front of you, walking down the aisle to cheers and whistles from all those you call family.
“You alright?” Brian asks, and you know without looking that he’s barely keeping it together himself.
“I’m great,” you smile widely, not able to contain yourself any longer. “Great.”
And as you follow your son into his reception, cringing slightly at the over-the-top decorations that you know have Emmett and Debbie written all over them, you feel content.
You pull Brian to the dance floor, his hand in yours this time, and twirl him around, laughing at the expectantly mischievous grin on his face.
Silently you wish for a million more moments like this. Wish for it to never end. And when you pull Brian close, his arms wrapping around your neck as yours go around his waist, you’re certain that you’ll get them.