CHAPTER TITLE: Because This One Is Ours_Sixty-Five of One Hundred
RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 650
WARNINGS: this chapter: none_Jennifer POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine.
Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘Jennifer makes a second grab for the brass ring and this time, she makes it
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree
A Time From Now
Because This One is Ours
One Month Later - Pittsburgh
I had some time before the music was to begin, so peeking through the curtain into the main part of the church, I was pleased to find that our parents and most of our guests had already been seated. And while I had watched the various parts of the decorating come together, I hadn’t had a chance to take in the final effect and I could only admire Emmett’s attention to every detail. Beautiful yet understated with just the right touch of whimsy, it was exactly what we‘d asked for. When Justin had first suggested Dishin‘ It Baby, I hadn’t been sure, Emmett certainly wouldn’t have been my first consideration, but after seeing his portfolio, we were sold. To be able to not only support family, but in the process to create our perfect wedding was a pretty nice arrangement.
Molly was with Lindsay and Melanie standing toward the front of the church and honestly, how she looked nearly took my breath away. How she wore her gorgeous silver mesh dress, how her beautifully plaited hair looked thanks to Lindsay, but especially in how she carried herself, just as a young woman would. I couldn‘t imagine her climbing any trees this afternoon anyway. My daughter as our perfect flower girl and Gus as our perfect ring-bearer. How handsome he looked in his deep gray tux. Leave it to Brian to dress his son so aptly. During rehearsal, he’d taken his job very seriously. We wouldn’t have any difficulties with him during the ceremony. Everyone was now just waiting for us to begin.
“They’re almost ready mom. You okay? You look a little nervous.” Justin said, startling me a little.
Just then, I heard the strains of the music we’d chosen to play prior to the wedding march and I realized I was a little on-edge. “Of course I’m nervous Justin…I’m getting married…to a younger man. Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need any luck, mom, Tuck’s the lucky one, he gets you. You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. And I‘m not just saying that, swear. And anyway, point is, you love each other and that’s all that matters, that’s what’s most important.”
I held him tight because there had been a time when I couldn’t have imagined him saying those words to me. Justin’s final acceptance of Tucker had brought me such relief and happiness. At one point, I’d tried to imagine my wedding to Tucker without Justin being a part of that and I hadn‘t been able to. That he now understood had helped greatly to make this day happen.
Tucker and I were keeping it small, more intimate, more personal, more right. When Craig and I had married, the affair had been huge. Both of our fathers’ business associates, both of our mothers’ social associates including seemingly the entire country club registry must have been invited, with only a little room left over for family and almost none for our friends. And beyond even the invitation list, we’d had very little say, not in what style of dress I would wear or what style of tux he would. Not in what flowers would be used or how they would be arranged. Not even in where the reception would be held or who would perform the service. Every last detail had been planned out for us and while beautiful, the wedding hadn‘t really been ours, hadn’t really even had that much to do with us.
But not this time. This wedding was ours…Tucker‘s and mine. In just a few moments I would walk down the aisle, having received my father’s heartfelt approval, with Justin at my side, and 20 or so minutes later, I would be Jennifer Taylor Evans…Mrs. Tucker Evans, and this marriage, I know in my heart, will stand the test of time.
Next Chapter: Brian manages with a little help from, well…you know the rest
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