“Andrew, do you take Dylan and Hazel to be your lawfully wedded husband and wife?”
“I do.”
“By the state of California, I now pronounce you married. Dylan and Andrew, you may kiss your bride.”
The three of us eagerly go in for a three-way kiss in front of everyone we know. At this moment, everything feels exactly right.
The crowd cheers, supporting us at the moment, despite what they will eventually tell the neighbors and work colleagues about the weird wedding they went to over the weekend. I want everyone to see how happy I am, whether they understand it or not. Plus, I get to flaunt our success a bit.
We all move on from the ceremony to the reception part of the wedding.
“I want to make a toast to the woman I worship,” Andrew announces after dinner.
“And I want to say it much quicker, so that we can get to more drinking!” Dylan interrupts, laughing and giving me a kiss on the lips with his champagne spilling a bit.
“I love you both so much,” I whisper.
I know they love me back, and I can’t wait to spend two whole weeks in Rome with my husbands for our honeymoon.