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Patton watched as Virgil wandered past him again. The boy had been slowly growing more uncomfortable as the day went on. And Patton knew it was his fault. He had wanted to talk with Virgil alone when Logan went out to do the grocery shopping, but the other man had holed up in his office to help out an anxious student.

Squoosh made her way across the back of the couch. As she passed by Patton, she meowed and made it a point to swing her tail into Patton’s head a few times. 

“I know,” Patton muttered and reached to scratch her head, “I didn’t think Lo would be this long.”

Squoosh batted away his hand, not forgiving Patton for making her human upset. It was getting to the point where he knew he should have done it earlier when Logan first went up and he just wanted to cut his losses and do it now. But then as time went on, it was ever more likely that Logan would come downstairs. The whole point of planning to do it while Logan was out was so it would be as easy and calm as possible.

The next time Virgil came by, he stopped beside the couch. [You talk?] Virgil signed.

Patton gave a surprised chuckle. “Yeah kiddo, I want to talk with you. But we’ll do it later, okay?”

[You are busy now?] Virgil furrowed his brows.

Patton glanced at the stairs. He hadn’t heard any signs that Logan was finishing up… maybe he did have enough time. Anyway, how was he supposed to just turn Virgil away now?

“Okay, we can talk now,” Patton patted the space on the couch next to him. Virgil stayed standing where he was, so Squoosh took the invitation for herself. The older man gave a small roll of his eyes and scooted slightly closer to Virgil.

“You know your dad and I have been together for a while now,” Patton smiled softly. “Well, I want to marry him. I wanted your help to propose to him… to tell him I want to marry him.”

Patton carefully pulled a small navy box from his pocket and popped it open to reveal a ring. “I wanted to do something special for him.” 

Virgil stared at the ring for a few seconds before glancing over at the stairs.

“Yeah, I want it to be a sur--” Patton cut himself short as Virgil started up the stairs. “No, Purple. Wait!” 

Patton started fumbling with the box, trying to close it and put it back into the safety of his pocket. Seeing the conversation was over, Squoosh stood up and stretched. Her paws extended and knocked into Patton’s elbow causing the small box to fall out of his hands. “Squoosh!” Patton shrieked as the box hit the floor and popped open.

The box was empty. He immediately dropped to his knees. The box was empty. His hand disappeared under the couch, running his fingers over the carpet looking for the ring. This couldn’t be happening! How could this be happening? 

Unsuccessful, Patton shuffled around to feel under the coffee table. The ring couldn’t have gotten far!

“Purple!” Patton heard Logn shriek from upstairs. Patton ducked his head and started searching faster. 

“Squoosh, you’re not getting any treats tonight,” Patton muttered as he caught the sight of Squoosh’s black paws trotting away. He’d always thought they had had a good relationship, but apparently not. This was all going so so horribly wrong.

After bumping his fingers into numerous crayons, Patton’s fingers finally curled around the small metal circle. He barely held back a whoop of triumph as he slotted the ring back into the box. He made a silent promise to himself to be more careful with it. How humiliating would it be to be down on one knee and pop open an empty box? 

“Purple!” Came a whisper yell just as Patton heard the young boy’s thumps start back down the stairs. Patton could just picture Logan at the top of the stairs watching as Virgil made his way down. That bewildered expression mixed with exasperation. His arms were probably crossed at being interrupted when he was with a student, just waiting for Virgil to safely get to the bottom of the stairs before following. This wasn’t the Logan he wanted to propose to. He wanted to make it special, Patton thought as he looked down at the small box in his hands. 

He should really put that back into his pocket… 

But before he could, the box was snatched out of his hands. Patton flinched in surprise as Virgil slipped it into his own pocket.

“No, Purple, please,” Patton whispered crouching down, “I need that back. It’s not time. I… I’m not…”

Before Patton could finish Logan rushed down the stairs looking as frazzled as Patton probably did. Oh no.

The two older men locked eyes with each other. Patton’s heart was pounding in his ears. As much as he wanted to look away, he just couldn’t. Did Virgil tell him? There was barely anything that could make his boyfriend so frazzled. It had to be that. It just had to be that. This wasn’t how he wanted it to go at all. Patton could feel his eyes start to moisten and burn. God, he didn’t want to start crying right now. He was just getting so overwhelmed. None of them had even tried moving. The room was dead. 

“Blue.” Virgil broke the silence, almost a hint of annoyance in his voice. [Here.] 

When neither man moved, Virgil pointed again down in front of him with a big huff. 

“I should really get back to work…” Logan replied uncertainly, glancing at his son.

[Here. Now.] Virgil stomped his foot once. 

The two men glanced at each other and hesitantly took the couple of steps forward. Logan gave Patton a shaky smile. They were standing rather close to each other, Virgil barely fitting between the two.

Before either could ask what Virgil wanted, Patton let Virgil pull and position his hand open palm up in front of himself. Patton stared into his shaking palm. When had he started shaking? His heart paused a few seconds as Virgil’s hand disappeared into his pockets. Out plopped a small ring box into Patton’s hand. 

Patton stared in horror at the box resting lightly in his palm. He had been trying to plan something romantic, something special, something unique to them… He’d spend days trying to find the perfect ring for the perfect man. When he finally found the perfect simple small band, it happened to come in a small navy box. Blue. A sign from the universe.

Blue.

That’s when Patton finally realized that the small box in his hand was wood…

Virgil laughed excitedly as both Blue’s heads snapped up to one another, each holding a ring box that they hadn’t bought. He bounced on the balls of his feet and wiggled his fingers. [Kiss.] Virgil signed in quick succession when his fingers calmed down a bit. [Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.]

“I wanted to do it at the gazebo.” The Blues blurted out in unison. 

They both smiled behind their blushes. Patton hadn’t had much planned yet, but he knew that’s where he had wanted to do it. 

It didn’t matter though. None of that mattered. The tears finally started flowing as Patton caught sight of Virgil’s chanting. Logan looked equally a mess of emotions… amazing, happy emotions. 

“Yes,” Logan said with a big watery smile not even opening the box.

“Absolutely,” Patton replied and both leaned forward, grabbing each other’s faces as their lips connected. 

It might not have been how Patton was hoping it would happen, but you couldn’t argue that it wasn’t special, that it wasn’t romantic... that it wasn’t uniquely them.

It was perfect.

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“I thought you knew how to do this,” Dee snickered lightly as he fumbled around with Logan’s tie. The older brother sighed and pulled away, taking the ends of the tie into his shaking hands.

“Jesus Logan, I got it. I’m just joking with you.” Dee shook his head and took the tie back. Sure he himself was wearing a clip-on, but Logan didn’t need to know that. Besides, Logan had tied Dee’s tie at his own wedding. Why not repay the favor?

“Sorry, sorry…” Logan whispered, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers.

“Just take a deep breath,” Dee pulled the knot up to his brother’s collar. “I’m sure you’ve been in front of classrooms with more people.”

Logan gave an awkward laugh. “Class sizes haven’t gotten that bad yet.”

The bespectacled man had actually been surprised when Patton had also wanted a smaller wedding. They had only invited about twenty-five people each. They had both come from some pretty small families and the rest was filled out with friends. He was actually amazed at how many people could come on such short notice, at least in wedding terms. It was still a bit early, but Logan poked his head out to scan the crowd.

His parents were sitting quietly next to Sandy’s parents in the front row. It had been kind of an awkward invitation, but Logan was happy he extended it. Dee seemed excited that they were here. Although Sandy’s parents had kept glancing at Virgil at last night’s dinner, Logan could tell it was just a longing to get to know him more. Behind them, the Crofters were quietly chatting with Thomas, Rae, and her husband. Roman and Remus were probably running around somewhere, hopefully not causing too much trouble before the ceremony.

Across the small aisle, a few of Patton’s colleagues sat scattered around. His soon-to-be in-laws and Lavender were pampering and fretting over his fiancé in the small room just across the altar. Logan smiled as his thumb absently rubbed the small engagement band on his finger. In less than an hour, his whole world was going to change.

“Get back in here.” Dee gave a huff and pulled Logan back into the room. “No seeing the groom in his suit before the wedding. That’s bad luck you know.”

Logan hadn’t even realized that he had started to drift out of the room.

“Damn you guys are in love.” Dee cleared the thickness out of his throat. “Are you sure you guys don’t want to exchange your vows here?”

“We are exchanging vows here,” Logan turned toward the mirror trying to avoid his brother’s gaze. “There’s… just a lot of love going on. I’m not the most comfortable with such public displays of affection…”

“I know, I know…” Dee rubbed the back of his head. The couple had decided that they did indeed want to write their own vows, but they would do so privately together at the gazebo between the ceremony and the reception. While the surprise double proposal from Purple was wonderful, the pair still wanted the gazebo they met at to be part of their union. Dee had actually already heard his brother’s vow. The poor guy had called him frantically the previous night after dinner thinking that they were horrendous and needed to be entirely rewritten. They weren’t of course. “Just remember it’s just you and Patton up there. Everyone already knows this is just a formality.”

“Just me and Patton.” Logan repeated, still sounding a bit spacey.

Dee gave his brother a few reassuring pats on the back before looking at Virgil who had been silently swinging his feet back and forth from his perch in the corner. “Come on Purp.”

[See Blue?] Virgil asked tugging at the collar of his button-down. He had been fidgeting with the top few buttons and the clip-on bow tie since he’d put it on this morning. Dee had faintly wondered if they should have gotten him dressed later so he wouldn’t have to be in the probably uncomfortable clothes for so long. But the boy hadn’t violently ripped it off or anything of the sort and the Blues had made sure that their son knew he absolutely didn’t have to wear anything that he didn’t want to.

Dee glanced at his watch. “Only if we make it quick.”

The small boy stood up and pulled on the backpack from beneath his chair before holding up his arm for Dee. The older man carefully grabbed some of the loose fabric of the boy’s jacket sleeve.

“We’ll see you soon. You got this Lo.” Dee smiled and gave his brother a one-armed hug before heading out.

Dee did his best not to let his eyes drift toward the couple, he was here to watch his nephew after all. The newlyweds were huddled together in the old gazebo quietly exchanging their vows. A quiet, heartfelt moment. Virgil on the other hand was happily chasing the poor ducks, quacking at them as his arms failed about. Dee really hoped the kid wouldn’t fall into the mud. They had packed a change of clothes for him, so that wasn’t a problem. But Virgil had become quite attached to his silky purple vest in such a short amount of time. Dee was pretty sure it wouldn’t survive the mud.

For a brief moment, a thought of Virgil all grown up at the altar himself flash through Dee’s mind. The man’s heart clenched painfully before he shook his head trying to clear away his thoughts. Today was just bringing up a lot of memories and futures that wouldn’t be. He just needed to stop thinking about himself. This was Logan’s and Patton’s day.

“Purple!” Dee whisper-shouted and motioned for his nephew to come over. It looked like Patton and Logan were finishing up. He had to wave a few more times before Virgil left the ducks, but finally, the boy rushed over seemingly remembering he had a surprise planned.

[Me. Please.] Virgil made grabby hands toward his jacket that Dee had been kind enough to hold. The garment had been a bit too restrictive for impersonating ducks for Virgil’s tastes.

Dee stole a glance toward the other men before almost sneakily pulling a folded piece of paper from the small jacket’s pocket. Before he had a chance to give it over, Virgil grabbed it and started towards his dads. After the proposals, Roman had excitedly gone into a vast amount of detail about what a wedding was like. The idea of the vows, promises to love and care for each other, had really struck a chord with Virgil. So Dee, Virgil, and Roman all sat together and helped Virgil write his own surprise vows to the Blues.

Once he was sure Virgil got into the gazebo cleanly, Dee turned away to give the trio privacy.

Purple had been dancing and jumping and flapping and flailing and moving and grooving with Red on the dance floor for nearly the whole party so far. They stayed pretty close to the speaker, only occasionally moving a bit farther away when one of the adults told them they were going to blow out their eardrums. Red had even gotten Remy to come on for one dance!

Purple loved how he could feel the music thumping through his whole body.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

It felt like his bones were rattling and vibrating in place.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

His chest felt just so full!

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

He had no idea what the people were singing or what instruments were playing, but it felt like it was just him and the music.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

It enveloped him and swam around inside of him.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

He’d never felt like this before.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

It was amazing!

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

“Purple, look!” Red shouted and tugged on his friend’s sleeve.

Purple pulled his arms up to his chest and let them rub against the silky material of his vest. The music was like magic. It was like Red had also been enveloped into Purple’s world rather than shattering the serenity around him like it normally would.

Purple followed his friend’s outstretched hand to a strange large black all the DJ was pulling out from behind his setup. Scattered over the surface were some sort of disks, but Purple couldn’t figure out what was exciting about it. Then it started to slowly spin around. A light hidden inside turned on and suddenly the dance floor was covered in colorful moving circles.

Purple felt his eyes widen and his chest vibrate by itself. Without thinking he rushed over and wrapped himself around the contraption. It was like magic. But he felt a tug on his arm as the motors started to stutter and grind from his weight, so he reluctantly let go of it. He didn’t want to completely leave it just yet though, so he ran his fingers over the hard plastic. He made sure not to put too much pressure on it this time.

“Come on!” Red shouted and pulled his friend’s sleeve so they could hop around on the moving circles.

Anton couldn’t help but smile back at Virgil’s amazed and confused expression. The kid had been jumping around with his friend for the past half hour in their own world. While Anton could only really pick up the beat when there was a particularly heavy bass drum, the man could gather that Roman was jumping along with the rhythm while Virgil mostly did his own thing. It seemed like he’d hop in time for a bit before he ended up jumping too high or stomping back down too hard causing him to miss the beat. But the boy would just continue happily jumping up and down and up and down.

Currently, Virgil was frozen staring at the mime. So Anton gave a small wave. [I liked your dancing.] Anton waited a few seconds for the music to pick back up to a point he could get the beat again. He gently bobbed his head, pretty sure he wasn’t exactly going with the music.

The reception was very casual with open seating, so Anton had grabbed one of the tables closest to the DJ. Remy had mentioned the DJ wasn’t obnoxiously loud, but people still tended to sit away from them if possible. Anton, on the other hand, actually quite enjoyed getting to sit near the DJ. Every once in a while he felt the pulse of the music around him, even if he couldn’t hear it himself. And today, he got surprised with a front-row seat to Virgil and his friend’s dancing.

The boy blinked a few times at Anton before shuffling over. Virgil shoved his hand onto the center of the man’s chest. [It’s inside you too?]

Virgil’s hand flexed, his fingers spreading out flat before quickly curling back into a fist and then spreading flat again. Anton recognized the pattern as roughly the tempo he had been nodding along to.

[Sometimes. When the music’s strong enough, I can feel it.] Anton explained, doing his best to sign around the boy’s arm. He had always thought of it as the sound waves crashing into him and then bouncing off, but he focused on letting himself really feel how the music interacted with his body. It was easier with Virgil there keeping the beat against his chest. Unfortunately, the song seemed like it was fading, perhaps ending or moving into a different verse. Whatever it was, he couldn’t really feel the air pulsing around him anymore.

Virgil’s hand stilled. His hand was in a fist with his knuckled pressed quite strongly against Anton’s chest. The mime blinked open his eyes, unaware that he had closed them. Virgil’s friend Roman had wandered over, seeming to have finally noticed that he’d been abandoned on the dance floor. Anton could tell the older boy was shouting, but Virgil seemed unbothered by it so he figured Roman was just trying to be heard over the music.

Anton looked away, not wanting to put in the effort of following the conversation and definitely not wanting to intrude. But Virgil pressed his fist harder against the man’s chest so he turned his attention back to the pair. Virgil retracted his hand and pointed toward Roman.

[Sorry M-R S-M-T-O-N] Roman signed with an embarrassed smile.

Anton raised his eyebrows in surprise. [You don’t need to be sorry.]

Roman seemed a bit frazzled by his response. The boy’s eyes were wide and kept flicking between Anton and Virgil. The expression was throwing Anton for a loop. While the mime had been tutoring Virgil nearly every week for the past handful of months, he still barely knew the kid’s best friend.

[I talk. Deaf you. Sorry.] Roman signed before glancing at Virgil as though seeking approval.

[You wanted to talk to me?] He asked once Roman got an eye flick from the other boy. Anton had been pretty sure the boy had just wanted to drag his friend back onto the dance floor.

Then Roman started speaking again; it seemed like this time it was at a normal volume if his face was anything to go by. Before Anton had a chance to start taking in the boy’s words, Roman snapped his mouth shut and looked over at Virgil with a guilty expression. The older boy rubbed the back of his head before moving his hands in front of himself, ready to sign.

[You can speak. I’ll figure out what you’re saying.] Anton motioned for the boy to continue. Rather than start again though, Roman turned his head back toward Virgil.

[Rude.] Virgil signed sharply with a frown.

Oh .

[It’s okay, Purple. I know your friend was trying.] Anton signed. [He can speak if that’s easier for him.]

Virgil’s frown stayed but morphed slightly to something more akin to confusion rather than anger. […Rude.]

[Normally it’s rude.] Anton nodded. [But right now, I’m saying it’s okay. I want to talk with him in whatever way he feels the most comfortable.]

The pair turned to the other boy, who’d been silent the past few minutes as they’d signed. Roman was nodding slowly with an expression Anton was all too familiar with. Roman had no idea what was going on. 

[You speak or sign. Whatever feels good.] Anton tried to gesture more than sign to help Roman understand. He didn’t want Roman to feel like he was being left out. It was a horrible feeling, especially if everyone else expected you to keep up.

Virgil tapped his knuckles together a few times before repeating Anton’s signs. 

The action brought a real smile to Roman’s face rather than the tight forced one from before. The young boys had an interesting dynamic, Anton noticed. Although Virgil was quite young, Roman seemed to let his friend lead the situation. Roman deserved a lot of credit for managing to acknowledge he wasn’t the one who should be leading right then.

“I wanted to know what you were talking about!” Roman shouted while his hands tried signing along to the words he knew [I know you talk.]

[Feeling the music.] Anton explained his right hand swishing back and forth over his bent left arm.

“I love music!” The boy hopped on his feet. He went to grab Virgil’s arm to return to the dance floor but stopped. “ Feel the music?”

Virgil nodded and bobbed his right fist before pushing his other hand against Roman’s chest like he had done with Anton.

Roman stared down at the hand for a few seconds before his face scrunched up in confusion. “I don’t get it?”

Virgil dropped his hand, his own face mirroring Roman’s. [Stay.] Virgil then turned and disappeared out of the small reception hall and onto the attached patio garden.

[Where do you think he’s going?] Anton asked trying to occupy the time while they waited.

Roman rubbed his fist against his chest in a circle. “Sorry, Mr. Anton. I don’t really know what you’re saying.” Roman moved his hands slowly trying to remember the signs.

[It’s okay.] Anton gave an encouraging smile. Trying to learn a whole new language had to be tough. Maybe he could have Remy talk with the boy. His son had had to figure out spoken English with no real help from himself. 

“I am learning though!” Roman smiled back.

[You know a lot more than everybody else here.] Anton gestured around. Most of the guests stayed in their familiar circles, but a few had walked over to make small talk and they all were surprised when Remy had started interpreting. 

Roman’s smile grew at the compliment. [I know a lot.] Roman puffed out his chest a bit and put his hands on his hips.

Then Virgil was rushing back over, a backpack slung over his shoulders. [Hi.] The boy waved, once at Anton then once at Roman. 

“Hi!” Roman was still beaming.

[You.] Virgil pulled out a set of ear protectors and held them out for his friend.

Roman glanced down then back up at the other boy then back down at the earmuffs, before hesitantly taking them out of Virgil’s hands. He turned them over a few times before sliding them over his ears.

Virgil extended his hand onto Roman’s chest just like before. And just like before Roman’s face scrunched in confusion. He really wasn’t sure what was supposed to be happening. But then his eyes widened almost comically.

“My clothes are vibrating!” Roman shouted and stared down at his clothes. 

Anton wasn’t exactly sure what Roman meant, but he could tell the DJ was back to playing something with more bass. The older man took the opportunity to close his eyes and try to really feel the music again.

“Heeey,” Thomas squished himself between Logan and Patton. The two men let their friend drop his arms around their shoulders. 

“How much have you had to drink?” Logan raised an eyebrow at the mostly empty champagne flute swinging just over his shoulder.

“Just one.” Thomas shook his head with a bright smile. “I’m just drunk on all the love today.”

Patton laughed, a full laugh that shook his chest. Which in turn shook Thomas who started his own laugh. Logan did his best to remain stoic as the two dopes beside him shook with laughter, but then suddenly he was laughing along. The trio of them were in an endless feedback loop of shaking laughter. It honestly hadn’t been that funny, but it felt almost like a catharsis. So Logan let himself laugh and watched his husband smile.

Husband.

Logan and Patton were married. They did it. They actually did it. They stood at the altar and exchanged rings and kissed in front of their friends and family… as awkward as that had been for Logan, though he didn’t regret it one bit. They stood in the gazebo and said their vows and bawled their eyes out when Virgil came with his own. But even though it had been a small affair, it was still stressful to plan a wedding. It was like they had sprinted a marathon, or perhaps, more accurately a biathlon; they were all set to finalize Patton’s adoption of Virgil tomorrow. Whatever it was, the pair jumped in with no preparation and somehow managed to finish without falling flat on their faces and then having to crawl to the finish line.

All too soon, the trio remembered that they should probably breathe and the laughing petered out. After wiping the tears from his eyes, Patton finally caught sight of Logan’s staring. Logan must have had the dopiest grin on his face because Patton’s face immediately gained back the flush it’d just lost.

“See! This is what I’m talking about!” Thomas gently pushed the two men back together as he took a step back. 

“Don’t you have a kid to go parent?” Logan shot back over his shoulder, trying and failing to scold his face back into something more neutral.

“Pssh,” Thomas shook his head and made a vague waving motion with his champagne flute. But he did take a quick look around spotting Roman and Virgil hanging by the DJ, as expected. He was both thankful and confused to see Roman sporting the ear protectors he was pretty sure were supposed to be for Virgil, but whatever. Their kids were weird. 

Thomas turned back in time to catch Patton pulling away from placing a quick peck on Logan’s cheek. Patton dropped his head onto Logan’s shoulder and Thomas suddenly felt like he was intruding.

“Are you just going to watch our backs all night?” Logan asked, unable to turn his head without jostling his husband.

“Well, both of you do look quite good from this angle,” Thomas said with an eyebrow wiggle they couldn’t see.

“Jesus Thomas!” Logan hissed while Patton struggled to contain his chuckling. Logan swatted his arm blindly behind him. But Thomas easily dodged the flailing and moved a safe distance around to in front of the newlyweds.

“I’m just stating facts,” Thomas said and held his hands up in mock surrender.

“Well, I for one appreciate the compliment,” Patton gently bumped his head against the side of Logan’s before resting back on the other’s shoulder.

“I know I look good,” Logan whispered uncertainly into his husband’s ear. His face was starting to redden again.

Thomas decided that he should give the pair a minute or two to themselves. He hoped he hadn’t overstepped with his teasing. 

“I know you’re not doing the whole toast and speeches thing, but I’m gonna grab us all some drinks,” Thomas motioned toward the bar. “You guys deserve at least a cheers.”

“Thomas…” Logan started just as Patton started fumbling through his pockets for his wallets.

“No, no, no,” Thomas shook his head and placed his free hand on Patton’s chest. “I’m not letting you guys pay for drinks at your own wedding.”

Then he more-or-less sprinted to the bar before he could hear any more retorts.

Logan let out a heavy sigh. The whole point of this party was that it was a party. It wasn’t a reception. He had worked very hard to make that clear to everyone when they were invited. The wedding was to be all about Logan and Patton, but after that, it was all about their friends and family. But he also knew Thomas was going to Thomas no matter what.

Once Logan lost track of Thomas in the crowd, he turned his gaze back toward Patton.

“Do you like it?” Logan whispered. And god, he hadn’t meant to sound so unsure of himself.

Patton scanned the room. Everyone was in their own little clusters chatting and eating and drinking and dancing. There was a constant flow of people, new guests just showing up and old guests heading out. The room felt full but not overpacked. People were close but not on top of each other. And everyone was just enjoying the party. 

“Of course I like it Lo,” Patton wrapped his arms around his husband's chest, hugging into his side. “Did you like the ceremony?”

Logan felt his face start to flush again remembering how absolutely dazzling Patton looked standing across from him in the church. “Absolutely.”

Neither one of them would’ve called it a fight, but when they first started planning everything they certainly butted heads a lot. It wasn’t like they weren’t on the same page about things, they were just trying so hard to make it perfect for the other. They were almost in a strange stalemate or like that fable where the woman sells her hair to get a watch chain but her husband sells his watch to get her a fancy hairpin.

It was actually Dee’s idea to split them so Patton would be in charge of the actual ceremony and Logan would be in charge of the reception. They obviously kept the other in the loop and didn’t make any really big decisions without them both. But they each had their own project to work on in a way. It was like they each crafted a love letter to the other.

And of course, Purple was there to spice things up a bit for the pair. 

“But I’m sorry Purple didn’t want to go down the aisle.” Logan offered.

Since everything happened rather quickly, they only got a chance to quickly rehearse the ceremony on the day of the wedding. The Blues had decided that they weren’t going to have a wedding party but did want to include Virgil as the ringbearer. It only made sense; he was the reason they met in the first place and the one who really proposed. 

The kid was more than happy to wander down the aisle when no one was there, but when they tried to coax him to get ready before the actual ceremony, he just wasn’t having it. Virgil seemed absolutely baffled that they wanted him to give them the rings another time. 

“If you would’ve let Squoosh be our flower girl, he would’ve absolutely done it,” Patton replied with a fake pout. 

Logan had tried his best to say yes to all of Patton’s ideas or at least only say no to the smaller things. But their cat being the flower girl was where he drew the line. Actually, he drew the line at Squoosh wearing a dress made for cats. Patton had been quite adamant that she couldn’t walk down the aisle “naked.” Logan, on the other hand, was not making room in the budget for cat dresses. So it turned into “cat dress” or “no cat” and “no cat” won out in the end.

“If we ever renew our vows, she can be invited,” Logan chuckled and placed a quick kiss on his husband’s forehead.

“I’m holding you to that,” Patton smiled and tilted his head to catch Logan’s lips. 

“I know you will.”