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July 2020, New York
“I wish my parents could see us.” Scott says.
Kip raises an eyebrow and glances down at their naked, entangled bodies.
Scott rolls his eyes, but a smile pulls at his mouth, “Okay, not right this second. I mean a few hours ago.”
Kip presses a soft kiss to Scott’s clean shaven chin and lets the thought wash over him.
Scott had Eric and Carter beside him instead, which had just made Kip even more emotional. Those boys have become like brothers to him, and seeing them both with their big stupid smiles behind the love of his life just threw him over the edge.
He’d been a mess.
He’d had his parents behind him, and he was so grateful for their support- their actual physical support. Because he’d been crying so hard by the end of the ceremony that he thinks he probably would’ve fallen down if they hadn’t been there.
His parents had been crying, too, and so had Scott, and so had Carter and Eric. It was stupidly emotional and Kip knows whichever poor editor gets their wedding photos is going to need a magic wand to make him look put together but he just can’t picture it any differently.
It’s very Scott-and-Kip. From the first day they were any more than smoothie maker and customer they’ve been like this. They’ve always been a sappy, mushy, emotional pair and all their friends are so used to it they hadn’t expected anything other than Kip blubbing all day.
Everything about the wedding was a love letter to their story. So sappy, so sweet, so very them.
Even their wedding cake was blueberry and banana flavoured, and there are already pictures all over the internet of them smushing it into each other’s faces. There’s one Matti sent to Kip privately of him licking the cake off Scott’s nose, their eyes sparkling as they seem to forget the other two hundred people in the venue. That’s Kip’s favourite one. He’s already set it as his background on his phone, and ordered a pair of mugs with it printed on.
The Admirals WAGs gifted Kip his very own WAG jacket, a dark red satin bomber with Scott's name and number bedazzled on the back that he was absolutely going to wear to every game, no matter how much Scott huffed and puffed about it.
It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was them.
He’s seen pictures of Scott’s parents, and he’s learned little bits of information here and there. Scott never really talks about them at length, it’s too painful, but he’ll make a reference towards them now and again.
Kip knows Scott’s Mom would’ve loved that the flower arrangements on the tables had birds of paradise in them, because they were her favourite flower. He knows Scott’s Dad would’ve loved the 1957 Cadillac they rode away in, because he was obsessed with classic cars. And most importantly, he knows they would’ve loved to see their son this happy. They’d been taken from him when he was so young, they hadn’t had a chance to know him, but Scott was confident they wouldn’t have been upset he was marrying a man.
“Would they have liked it, do you think?” Kip asks, even though he knows the answer.
Sometimes Scott needs permission to talk about them, he’s always worried bringing them up will turn into a pity party. Kip gets it- that’s the experience he’s had all his life.
Scott smiles, “Yeah. And they would’ve loved you. My Mom always used to say whoever I ended up with needed to be smarter than me to keep us alive.”
Kip laughs and kisses him again.
God, he’s smitten. They’ve shared no less than a thousand kisses today, he’s sure of it, but he can’t get enough. Can’t get enough of his husband. He can’t quite believe it, and every time he touches the new ring on his finger his heart goes flip-flop in his chest. He hasn’t stopped smiling- it’s completely ridiculous. He feels like a teenager in their first relationship.
“I love you so much.” He tells Scott, his husband, again.
“I really think my Mom sent you to me, somehow. She looked everywhere and found you and just plonked you right on my running route.”
It’s not the first time Scott’s had this thought. He’s said it a few times. Kip doesn’t think the timelines quite match up, but if Scott wants to think of him as a gift from the heavens he’d be silly to complain about it.
“I got him,” Scott says quietly towards the ceiling, “thank you.”
Kip pushes his face into Scott’s neck to hide the tears in his eyes. He can’t cry again. He’s firmly in double digits numbers of separate crying incidents today, he can’t do it again. How are there even tears left? There has to be some sort of limit on the amount of tears one guy can produce, right? He’s going to die of over crying on his wedding night because he’s got a husband and not just any one, oh no, he’s got the best one. He’s got the one that makes him cry for all the right reasons.
“You,” Scott says seriously, resting his forehead against Kip’s, “are the reason I remember what happiness feels like. I’ll be in debt to you every day for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, I got the short end of the stick for sure.” Kip says with a dramatic sigh, “All I got was a hot rich husband who makes my heart feel like it’s made of slime.”
“Slime?” Scott laughs, “Is that supposed to be cute?”
“No, it’s meant to be sexy, duh. What, you don’t like my slimy heart?”
“Oh, a slimy heart is my biggest turn on.”
“I knew it.”
Kip can’t help but roll over and kiss him again. Scott can ramble on about him being sent from heaven for as long as he wants, he knows he’s the lucky one here. He knows he’s won at life.
Everyone else can pack up and go home as far as he’s concerned, he’s won it all.
He keeps waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike or something. No day can be this perfect.
“What do we even do now?” Kip asks, “Like, when’s the next chance I’ll have to cry over you for a whole day and have nobody call me crazy?”
Scott grins, “Plenty of people called you crazy, actually.”
Kip hums, “Maybe they’re right. Maybe I’m just a crazy Scott Hunter fanboy and this is all in my head.”
Scott pulls him into another kiss, “I hope I live up to your fanboy dreams.”
“I don’t have the imagination to come up with something this good.”
Scott opens his mouth to reply, but his phone buzzes. He’s got do not disturb on, so only a few select contacts that actually need to be able to say something that isn’t ‘congrats, man! You’re so brave!’ come through as notifications. Scott sighs and rolls over to pick it up.
Kip can see it’s from Benny, and he can read the preview.
I want to go back in time and show this to Scott and Eric from 10yrs ago
Scott raises an eyebrow at the text and puts it up to his face to unlock it, and then grins. He tilts the phone to show Kip and Kip sees why.
It’s a picture from today- a wide shot including nearly half the dance floor. There are a ton of guests in it, all dancing and laughing and smiling. Mostly couples, though there’s a group of WAGs in the back all dancing with each other in a circle, and a few hockey players- Admirals and Centaurs- doing some version of the macarena. All the way to the right are Scott and Kip. Kip’s arms and legs are wrapped tightly around Scott as they laugh into each other’s mouths. Kip remembers that moment- seconds later he’d heard wolf whistles from the aforementioned hockey players and blushed so hard he’d had to take his jacket off to cool down. All the way to the left are Eric and Kyle- Kyle’s being dipped and kissed, and their eyes are crinkled up like they’re laughing too.
Everyone looks so incredibly happy. He’s so proud that their day has brought this much joy into other people’s lives.
Sometimes he’ll get these moments where he just remembers that his relationship- just falling in love, the greatest experience of his life- has actually helped other people and it just floors him. Maybe Scott’s right. Maybe all of this is a gift directly from the heavens.
Kip watches Scott type out and send his replies.
Don't break our past selves, you know we’d both have an aneurysm
It was really great having you there today. I couldn't imagine having anyone else by my side. Love you so much, Benny, thank you for everything ❤️
Before Eric can do anything but react to the message with a heart, Kip’s phone buzzes. It’s Kyle.
IS SCOTT NOT RAVISHING YOU ON YOUR WEDDING NIGHT ?? DO YOU NEED ME TO COME OVER THERE AND SHAKE HIM ??? BC I WILL !!
Kip giggles at it while Scott rolls his eyes, a fond smile on his face. He reaches around Kip to grasp the phone, sending him a raised eyebrow. Kip nods and lets it go.
Scott grins and opens the message, hits reply, then taps the little camera icon. He hitches his head over Kip’s shoulder.
Kip lets Scott take the picture even though he’s fully aware he looks like a mess. His face is blotchy and his eyes are red from crying half the day, his hair is messed up from dancing and sex and Scott being a very touchy individual (it’s one of his favourite things about Scott). They’re also both very clearly naked in bed, and while the pictures only from their chests up it does make a warmth spread through Kip’s heart that Scott’s even okay with this picture existing, let alone being sent to someone. Oh, how far they’ve come.
My husband has been well looked after, thank you for your concern Kyle 😇😉
“Well looked after, hm?”
“Oh, do you have complaints now? Is this what marriage does to people?”
“One complaint,” Kip says, forcing his face into as close to a scowl as he can manage while he’s this high on life, “You can’t let your wedding night be a one orgasm occasion.”
Kip’s phone buzzes in Scott’s hand and they both laugh at the simple message.
🥵🥵🥵
And then, just seconds later,
selling this pic to tmz next time one of you pisses me off btw x
Kip knocks his phone onto the floor.
“So. Number two?”
Scott grins, big and wide and toothy and then, in Kyle’s words, ravishes him.