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“Oh my gosh.” Bad stared down at the paperwork, his head still pounding the painkillers having not yet quite taken effect. Still, even in his desperately hungover state, he was of sound enough mind to see that the marriage license was real.
He and Skeppy had gotten so drunk last night that they actually got married.
“Skeppy. Skeppy we fudged up,” he said, covering his face with his hands.
“Yeah, um. Not our best decision,” Skeppy said. “But the pictures are cute.”
“Pictures?” Bad turned around with a horrified gasp, and Skeppy just giggled, lifting his phone for Bad to see. They were all sent via text—it looked like Hannah took them—and though Skeppy scrolled through them too fast for Bad to really take in, he had to admit, it did make his heart do something funny in his chest to see them. The lighting was intense, the casino dimly lit and all vintage orange-tones, the camera flash giving their skin huge highlights. But their eyes sparkled, their grins were wide, and when the cheap gold bands they’d bought from the on-the-spot officiant went on their fingers, they kissed each other like it was all real. Like they were really in love.
Shame Bad didn’t remember any of it.
“We’re never gonna hear the end of this. And did you sleep here last night?” Bad gestured to the room: his hotel room. “We’re never gonna hear the end of that either.”
“So? Let them think whatever they want.” Skeppy shrugged. “They probably already thought we were fucking.”
“Language! Oh my goodness.” Bad paced around the room, dragging his hands over his cheeks. “We have to get divorced, now, Skeppy. This is such a mess!”
“What?” Skeppy sounded surprised and upset, and Bad stopped, turning towards him again.
“What do you mean?” Skeppy asked, his voice a little shaky, though he was trying to laugh it off. “Why do we have to get divorced?”
“Because we’re not… together?” Bad looked at him with furrowed brows, equally confused. “We were drunk, Skeppy! And marriage is serious! I can’t just take you off the market because of one stupid drunk mistake.”
Skeppy’s lips pressed together like he was suppressing a frown.
“I mean. Yeah, it was stupid how it happened, but, like… that doesn’t mean we can’t figure it out,” he mumbled.
“What? No. No, no, no, Skeppy, come on. I’m not gonna force you to stay with me just because—”
“You wouldn’t be forcing me,” Skeppy cut him off, and Bad’s mouth went dry.
“What?”
“You wouldn’t be forcing me,” Skeppy repeated, louder, more confident. “But if you want to get a divorce—if you don’t want this—then. Fine. Obviously I’m not gonna… take you off the market, or whatever stupid thing you’re concerned about.”
Bad blinked, his mouth hanging open, unsure what to say.
“You… you want to actually… be my husband?” he said, the word so heavy, it almost made him dizzy. “That’s serious, Skeppy. I mean, we were never even—not officially—you know?”
“Yeah, well. We’ve always kinda done things out of order. Haven’t we?” Skeppy said.
Bad looked down, his cheeks flushed. Last night wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. In fact, they’d done a lot of things Bad used to say he’d only do with a committed partner, but he’d made an exception for Skeppy. He’d accepted that to be with him, he had to let it be looser than he really wanted. He had to let Skeppy be free—he couldn’t just take him off the market, as he always said.
And yet. He’d never asked if that’s what Skeppy really wanted.
“You’d… you’d commit yourself?” Bad asked. “To me?”
“I did last night, didn’t I?”
“But you were drunk.”
“Okay.” Skeppy laughed, stepping closer, taking Bad’s hand in his own, rubbing his finger over the ring. “So let me say it again.”
Bad gulped. Skeppy put his other hand on his cheek, looked him in the eye.
“I, Skeppy, take you, BadBoyHalo,” he started, grinning giddy at their names, “to be my husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and health, for poorer and for richer, until death do we part.”
“Oh my god,” Bad shuddered out the words, his heart beating hard in his chest.
“Do you?” Skeppy asked.
“I do.” Bad answered without hesitation, and pressed a hard, passionate kiss to Skeppy’s lips. Skeppy wrapped his arms around Bad’s shoulders, and Bad held him by the waist, grip so tight, he couldn’t ever imagine letting go again.