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When they first started dating, it was a quiet affair. It had begun the way many things did when it came to the two of them, with Mac leaning his head on Charlie’s shoulder, both of them uncharacteristically quiet. Their movie had ended about ten minutes previous, and neither one of them felt like moving to do anything other than watch the dark screen after the credits had finished rolling by.
Mac was the one who finally broke the silence, simply saying “Hey Charlie?”
Charlie hummed in response.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Mac had tensed as soon as he spoke. The terrifying rush of spilling feelings he’s held in since childhood made his heart race and his stomach turn. But Charlie, being Charlie, simply said “That’s pretty gay, dude.”
Then, after a moment’s pause, “I’m in love with you too.”
And that was all they needed.
They kept it to themselves. They wanted at least a few months to just be together without their friends cracking jokes at their expense or calling them fags, trying to insult them but really just saying facts. It wasn’t fear; they knew the rest of the gang would be perfectly happy for them, they just wanted a little time to make the relationship their own.
They’d been dating for six months when they finally decided they ought to tell the rest of the group, figuring the others probably knew by now anyway and simply hadn’t brought it up. Mac and Charlie are not good at being subtle, after all.
And so, the two get together to form a plan. A foolproof, perfect plan to tell their friends that they’ve been dating. A plan that can’t possibly go wrong.
- 1 -
“I still feel like maybe we should say it out loud, man.” Charlie says nervously. He and Mac had been pacing in the alleyway behind Paddy’s for about twenty minutes now, their confidence in coming out having dwindled to almost nothing with every step they’d taken towards the bar.
“Dude, they probably already know, so all we gotta do is just, like, not hide it anymore.” Mac insists.
The plan is that simple. Whereas previously the two had avoided their natural behavior of acting all “couple-y”, as Charlie had described it earlier, they now would go forth allowing themselves to hold hands, or sit way too close together, or stare at each other longingly, like they usually do when alone. They’d already agreed to avoid kissing, though, as neither man particularly enjoys PDA. Still, their friends would surely figure it out even without witnessing any lip-lockage. Those assholes are always quick on the draw, ready to point and laugh at any perceived gayness within the group or in outsiders, Charlie and Mac not excluded from the love of making fun of others.
Mac takes Charlie’s hand in his own and squeezes it reassuringly. “It’s gonna be fine.”
Charlie nods and squeezes Mac’s hand in return. “I know, I know. It’s just…”
“Yeah,” Mac agrees, knowing exactly what feeling Charlie is trying to convey. “We got this, bro.” He says, dragging Charlie toward the bar doors. “And you know what? Being gay in front of everyone is gonna be totally badass.”
Charlie grins, and pushes the door open.
“Finally!” Dennis frowns at them as they walk in the door.
Mac turns and beams at Charlie, lifting his free hand in a thumbs up. Dennis seems glad they’ve finally gotten together. His smile quickly disappears as Dennis continues.
“Took you guys long enough to show up today. I had to make Dee take out the trash, and she is not happy about having to do Charlie work.”
Mac and Charlie look at each other again, and Charlie shrugs, letting go of Mac’s hand so he can get to work.
The two of them spend the day together at any and all opportunities, practically attached at the hip. They hold hands, they throw their arms around each other when sitting down. Hell, Mac even has a rom-com style moment where he gets to romantically wipe a smudge away from the corner of Charlie’s mouth, cupping his cheek while Charlie keeps a hand on Mac’s waist for support.
But aside from receiving a few strange glances, and one eye-roll of disgust from Dee after that smudge-wiping moment, nobody seems to bat an eye at their behavior. There are no comments made, no gay jokes, no questions, no nothing.
Mac suggests they keep it up for a couple more days for the possibility that nobody had said anything because they thought today was just a weird fluke, or that perhaps Charlie and Mac had simply gotten more high or drunk than usual that morning.
And yet, over the next few days, there’s still nothing. Charlie wonders aloud as they sit in the back office together on day three if they’re just imagining that they’re acting more gay.
“I mean, maybe I just huffed way too much glue or something, and we just think we’re holding hands, but we’re really not.”
Mac frowns. “We’re definitely holding hands, and definitely acting gay. Maybe they’re all just in denial or something.” He pauses, thinking. “We should just keep up the act, and eventually they’ll figure it out, right? Maybe we can just try to be a little more obvious.”
Charlie shrugs. “Whatever you say, man.”
The door opens, and Frank stands there, looking at both of them with an annoyed expression on his face. His eyes travel over their bodies, watching as Charlie struggles to turn and face him from his position currently straddled on Mac’s lap, arms over Mac’s shoulders.
They stare at Frank, waiting for him to finally break, to finally ask the burning question, or at least to laugh at them for being such a gross couple. But all Frank does is wave a hand in the air and move to the desk like there’s not a single unusual thing going on.
“Get the hell outta my chair, I got work to do.” He gripes.
Charlie meets Mac’s eyes and forms his mouth into a thin line of confusion. Mac shakes his head in a silent “I don’t know” gesture, and they get up, and walk hand in hand back out into the bar, where nobody gives them a second look.
- 2 -
An entire month goes by before anyone says anything.
They’re sitting in a booth in Paddy’s, side by side. Charlie is leaned up against Mac, Mac’s arm around Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie absently playing with Mac’s fingers as they talk about their plans for the next Project Badass tape, which involves Charlie lighting him on fire.
Dennis, Dee, and Frank have been sitting at the bar, watching them, whispering among themselves. It had taken an entire month, but thankfully it looks like everyone has noticed that they’re dating.
Finally, Dee stalks over to their table, looming over them like a hawk watching its prey. She folds her arms over each other and raises an eyebrow.
“So.” She says, “What’s with the homo shit lately?”
Charlie immediately whips around and high fives the other man. “YES!” they both shout, thrilled beyond belief that their efforts aren't being wasted.
Dee clears her throat.
“Oh, right, you’re still here.” Mac says, looking back at her. “We’re dating.”
Dee laughs. A strong, hearty, cackling laugh that summons Dennis and Frank over from the bar.
“What’d they say?” Frank asks, peering at Mac and Charlie like this is all some strange trick.
“We’re dating.” Mac repeats.
Dee continues to laugh, and Dennis just gives them an unimpressed look.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, his voice dripping with disinterest. “You idiots have been gay for each other since high school. Why are you being extra gay now?”
Charlie furrows his eyebrows, unsure why this conversation is still going on. “Because we’re dating? We weren’t dating before.”
“Oh I get it,” Frank chuckles, “They think they’re being funny.”
“Lame joke.” Dee scoffs. “So tell us the real reason.”
“That is the real reason.” Mac says firmly, also not quite understanding what it is the others aren’t getting about this.
“Okay, fine!” Dennis says, throwing his hands in the air. “Don’t tell us, I actually don’t give a shit. Just don’t try to tell us you’re dating. That’s a weird joke to make, and it’s not particularly funny.”
Dee and Frank continue to watch them, waiting for a real answer to appear, but Mac and Charlie make no moves to change their story, and eventually the others walk away.
Charlie looks back at Mac, hoping to find the answers to whatever just happened on his face, but Mac can only provide the same confusion Charlie feels.
When Mac leaves for the night, he presses a kiss to Charlie’s lips on his way out. “See you tomorrow, Char.”
Charlie smiles as his best friend leaves, only to be faced with the wide eyes of his other friends when he turns around.
“Okay now what the fuck was that?” Dennis asks, breaking the silence.
“We tried to tell you guys, we’re dating.” Charlie responds, not knowing how much clearer he could possibly make this.
“Whatever,” Dee says, exasperated, “why did he kiss you?”
Charlie waves his hands in the air. “He’s my boyfriend !” he shouts, doing his best to emphasize the last word, and receiving only eye-rolls in return. Charlie huffs and settles back down in his seat. “Ugh, you guys just wouldn’t know love if it smacked you across the face.”
Later that night, Charlie calls Mac on the phone to explain that even the kiss hadn’t done anything.
Mac just laughs, “Well then we’ll just have to keep it up until they finally realize it’s real, even if it takes inviting them to our wedding.”
- 3 -
Nine months of dating. Enough time that, in theory, were it possible, Mac and Charlie could have carried and given birth to an entire human baby. Three months of dating with the whole gang knowing, or at least, that’s what they had hoped. Yet still, nobody believes them. Despite all their hard work- which is to say of course, the fact that they aren’t actively hiding it and even going so far as to kiss every so often- Dennis, Dee, and Frank do nothing but ignore them and their relationship, seemingly convinced it’s some sort of very strange and long-running prank.
The two of them sit at the bar, Dennis talking to them from the other side, regaling them with the tale of his latest “date”, but Charlie isn’t really listening, and though Mac is nodding along intently, it’s obvious he lost the plot of the story some time ago. Dee is refusing to participate in the conversation whatsoever, and Frank is pacing in the back of the bar talking on the phone to Artemis about things nobody wants to hear spoken aloud.
Dennis has just begun describing his seduction process with far, far too much detail when the door to the bar bursts open, and an extremely irate and visibly frazzled waitress storms straight up to Charlie and grabs him roughly by the collar of his shirt.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Charlie?” she shouts, glaring at him.
Charlie frowns. “So uh, the restraining order’s on hold?”
“No, asshole, now answer the question.” She meets his eyes with a cold stare, face stony.
Charlie’s frown deepens, and everyone else at the bar leans in closer to get a better view of the show unfolding in front of them.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Charlie says, trying to keep his voice calm, but not doing a very good job. “I haven’t even gone near you in like, months!” he argues, trying to pull himself out of the waitress’ grip.
“Months?” Dennis, Dee, and Frank’s voices echo through the bar in disbelief.
“Hold on, Charlie, what do you mean you’ve left her alone for months?” Dennis asks, his voice uncharacteristically concerned. “Should I be worried?”
The waitress glances over at Dennis. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” She turns back to Charlie. “Seriously, it’s almost creepier not having you there all the time.”
Charlie lights up. “So you liked when I was stalking you?”
“No,” she growls. “I just- look, it’s weird, okay? I hated it, but I was used to it, and then you disappeared. I thought you were dead! I actually came here to check if you were, so I could celebrate, but here you are, sadly alive, so explain what the hell is wrong with you!”
Charlie finally succeeds in wiggling out of her grasp. “I just don’t love you anymore, dude. I’m dating someone else so I can’t be obsessed with you.”
Dennis, Dee, and Frank all groan, exasperated. Dee mumbles something along the lines of “Not this stupid shit again.”
The waitress, unaffected by the disbelief of the others, crosses her arms. “I find it hard to believe anyone could fall in love with you. Or do you mean you’ve found someone else to stalk, and you’re just deluding yourself into thinking it’s a relationship this time?”
Mac throws a protective arm around Charlie and speaks up. “No, he’s dating me,” he says smugly.
The waitress laughs. “Okay, fine. You two weirdos can use each other as cover all you want, as long as Charlie stays away from me, I don’t give a shit who he’s stalking, or who he’s pretending to date to cover it up.”
“We aren’t pretending!” Mac cries, throwing his arms in the air. “Seriously! Will nobody believe us?”
“No!” comes the resounding answer from everyone else in the room.
Charlie and Mac look at each other, dumbfounded, and Mac pulls him into the office while the waitress storms out of the bar, grateful for the fact that she’ll likely never have to show her face there again.
“Seriously?” Mac sighs, “Not even you finally giving up on the waitress is enough to convince them?”
“I know!” Charlie groans. “It’s like, I think they really don’t think we’re dating.”
Mac closes his eyes. “Yeah Charlie, that’s been the whole- y’know what, nevermind.” He takes a breath. “I give up. I mean, I know we gave up a while ago, but I officially, for real, give up. They won’t believe us until we’re walking down the aisle, and even then, I don’t know if they will, so I give up.”
Charlie nods. “Wanna go get high and watch a movie?”
Mac grins and presses a kiss to Charlie’s lips, “Always, man.”
And together they walk hand-in-hand out of the bar, with their friends watching them go, more convinced than ever that this is the strangest joke anyone has ever tried to pull.
- 4 -
“Okay, we’re going!” Mac shouts as he and Charlie make their way towards the door. Charlie waves at the others, mostly happy to get out of Charlie work for a night.
“Woah, woah woah,” Frank says, chasing after them. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“Uh, dinner?” Charlie scoffs like it’s obvious, which it should be.
“Uh, no?” Dennis scoffs right back. “You guys have to do your jobs. You can’t just leave because you want dinner.”
“Yeah, if anyone should be able to leave for dinner it should be me,” argues Dee, “I have the least important job anyway.”
Dennis glares at her. “Oh, so you’ll admit that when you want to leave but not when we’re trying to dole out the tip money for the month, huh?”
Dee sticks her tongue out at her brother, and Mac interrupts before it can become a fight that will distract everyone from letting him and Charlie escape.
“We told you guys we were gonna be out tonight. It’s our one year anniversary, we have a reservation.” He glances at his wrist, though there’s no watch there. “Which we’ll be late for if we don’t leave, so we’re outta here.”
Frank grabs them both by the backs of their shirts. “No way,” he says. “I’ll play along with your stupid joke all you like, but not if you’re gonna use it as an excuse to skip out on work.”
“It’s not a joke!” Charlie whines. “We keep telling you guys-”
Mac cuts him off. “It’s not worth it, Char.” He turns back to the others. “We’re leaving. Make us clean up in the morning or something if you’re really that annoyed, but we’re going.” And with that, he drags Charlie out of the bar before anyone can argue.
Dinner is at Guigino’s, where the two of them have a lovely time eating food neither of them can realistically afford, and pretending to be the types of people who actually enjoy going out to fancy restaurants like this. They even manage not to completely lose their minds when they witness a waiter stumble over something on the floor and splash the woman sitting in the seat across from him with a glass of red wine. They laugh, of course, because they would have to be completely insane not to laugh at that, but they don’t do it in a way that would get them kicked out of the restaurant, which is frankly a major achievement for both of them.
After dinner is when they celebrate in a way that’s a bit more “Mac and Charlie” style.
They stand together in an alleyway, just a random one that was somewhere in the middle of the walk between Guigino’s and Mac and Dennis’ apartment, each taking turns picking up bottles and other easily breakable pieces of litter from the ground and hurling them as hard as they can against the wall of the alley. They both laugh with delight as each one creates a shower of sparkling glass around them.
“So uh,” Charlie begins as Mac readies an empty beer bottle. “You’ve been joking a lot about how everyone won’t believe us til we’re married.”
Mac grins as his bottle smashes spectacularly against the bricks. “Yeah, because they won’t.”
“Do uh, do you really mean that?”
Mac frowns, watching Charlie throw a piece of a plate. “You think they’ll figure it out before then?”
“No, dude,” Charlie says. “I mean like… You really wanna get married? To me?”
Mac’s face flushes bright red, the color visible even under the dim street lamp light that creeps only halfway into the alley.
“Oh.” Mac pauses, “Well I mean I know we’ve only been dating for a year, but Dennis was right when he said we’ve basically been ‘dating’ for our whole lives, so it feels like way longer… I guess.”
He tosses his readied bottle to the side, and it clinks on the ground, rolling away. “So yeah, I do wanna marry you, eventually. But uh, we should probably move in together first. Most people do that first.”
Charlie stares at him for a long time. “Okay,” he finally says. “Let’s move in together.”
From the other side of the street, piled into Dee’s latest car, the rest of the gang watches Charlie and Mac resume throwing shit at the walls of the alley.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Dee asks, squinting her eyes like she’s trying to read their lips from twenty feet away in the darkness.
Frank chuckles. “They’re probably planning the next thing they’re gonna do to convince us they’re dating.”
Dennis rolls his eyes. “When will they get the hint that this joke is played out? It wasn’t even funny to begin with.”
Dee shrugs. “I don’t know, but it’s starting to annoy me.”
“Starting to?” Dennis laughs, no emotion behind the action. “They’ve been annoying me for the last year.”
- 5 -
Dennis refuses to believe that Mac is actually moving out until he’s gone. He’d even seen the boxes slowly piling up, he’d been to Mac and Charlie’s new place, and he still claimed it was some sort of elaborate set up just to further the “Mac and Charlie are dating” joke. Frank had been the same way as Charlie prepared to leave.
Charlie and Mac have been living together for nearly six months now, and both Dennis and Frank are at least slightly sure that at any moment, both of their former roommates will come crawling back, their joke having gone too far.
Only Dee seems to believe it’s real, and even then, she only thinks so because she’s sure that yes, Mac and Charlie really would go as far as to move in together to convince everyone that they’re dating.
Mac and Charlie lay together in bed. It’s the early morning, far earlier than either one of them would like to be awake, but Mac had woken up around five and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep, and Charlie had woken up due to Mac’s restless tossing and turning while trying to do just that.
So now, they just lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Mac’s head rests in the crook of Charlie’s neck, one hand on Charlie’s chest. Charlie runs his fingers absently through Mac’s hair. Neither of them move, or speak, they just lay there.
Just like he had a year and a half ago when he confessed his feelings to Charlie on a whim, Mac breaks the silence first.
“Charlie?”
Charlie hums in response.
“Let’s get married.” Mac says simply.
Unlike when he had confessed, his heart doesn’t race this time, nor is he terrified, because he knows that Charlie loves him, and he knows what the other man will say.
“That’s pretty gay, dude.” Charlie snickers.
Then, after a moment’s pause, “Does it have to be a church wedding?”
Mac grins. “Duh, but I promise it won’t be like, too religious.”
Charlie pulls him a little closer and Mac can hear the smile in his voice. “Then yeah, let’s get married.”
It takes nearly two months for anyone in the group to notice their engagement rings. Or at least, it takes that long for anyone to finally bring it up.
Really, Dee had noticed right away, and had immediately sworn Dennis and Frank to silence, all of them hoping that if they just didn’t mention it, maybe Mac and Charlie would finally give up the ghost on this long-dead joke.
It hadn’t worked, and Frank cracked first.
“Okay, dick-shits,” Frank says, grabbing Mac by the wrist and hoisting his left hand in the air. The unassuming silver band around his ring finger glints under the warm light of the bar. “The fuck’s with the costume jewelry?”
Mac jerks his hand out of Frank’s grasp and frowns. “I’ll have you know these are like, forty-five percent real silver, okay? We saved up a lot for them.”
Charlie twists his ring around, looking at it defensively. “I had to sell plasma for these.”
Dennis raises an eyebrow. “Okay, as curious as I am about the rings, I’m even more curious as to what hospital would ever, and I mean ever , agree to take anything out of your body to give to someone else.”
Charlie tilts his head. “Hospital?”
“I feel like it’s better not to ask,” sighs Dee. “Now spill,” she says, turning her gaze towards Charlie and Mac.
“Uh, I feel like it’s obvious.” Charlie says incredulously.
“We’re engaged.” Mac finishes for him. “You’ll all be invited to the wedding, of course, but it won’t be for a few more months.”
“Uh huh.” Frank says, his voice betraying his complete disbelief.
“A few months, huh?” Dee asks, watching them both carefully. “A suspiciously long amount of time. Waiting for us to say we believe you so you can laugh in our faces? Well I don’t think so.”
Dennis chimes in, backing his sister up. “Until I see you assholes say ‘I do’, I won’t believe a word of it.”
Frank snorts. “I won’t believe it even if they go through with this shit.”
Dennis glares at him. “Well, obviously, Frank. None of us believe it, I’m trying to goad them. Do you not see me goading?”
Frank and Dennis begin arguing incoherently, and Dee quickly gets dragged into it, leaving Mac and Charlie once again staring at each other wondering how they’d gotten to this point.
“So,” Charlie says. “Wanna go home and order a pizza or something ’n wait for them to realize we’re gone?”
Mac takes Charlie’s hand, running his thumb across the matching silver ring to his own on Charlie’s finger. “hell yeah, dude.” And the two of them head out the door.
Nobody notices they’ve left for another thirty minutes, and neither Mac nor Charlie answers their phones when the realization hits.
- +1 -
Dee crumples and uncrumples the paper in her hand for the millionth time since it was given to her one month prior. Dennis snatches it from her grip and shoves it in his pocket.
“Stop touching the stupid thing!” He commands, his voice echoing through the church. Dee reaches for his pocket and pulls the paper back out.
“I can’t!” She stares at it. “It’s so… weird.”
The paper in question is a fairly simple one. Card-stock, about the size of a postcard, the front inscribed with the words “you’re invited”, all lowercase, fancy script-like font. The back with a date, time, and place. Right here, right now. Or at least, in a few minutes from now.
She looks around at the church, as if searching for a hidden camera. Dennis and Frank had already checked for some, though, and her eyes don’t spot any either.
The church is sparsely decorated, ropes of flowers going down either side of the aisle, a few more in vases balanced atop a couple of plinths on either side of the altar. A small table sits in the back of the room, draped with a white tablecloth, on top of which sits a large cake and a variety of snackfoods, none of which are particularly classy, but all of which are very classically “Charlie” choices. That must have been the compromise for letting Mac have a church wedding.
Not that this is a real wedding, of course, that would be ridiculous.
Frank, Dennis, and Dee had already long discussed what was likely to happen. As soon as Charlie and Mac are at the altar, they’ll laugh, shout something along the lines of “Ha! Gotcha!” and think they’ve just pulled off the coolest, longest-running prank of their lives.
The fact that both of their mothers also sit in the audience is just some shockingly great attention to detail for the two of them.
Charlie stands at the altar, chatting with a very unamused priest, who doesn’t appear to be responding to a single thing Charlie is saying, not that it seems to deter him from yammering on.
He’s cleaned up nice, very nice, especially considering he’s, well, Charlie. In a crisp white suit, his hair somewhat brushed, and no visible crumbs in his beard, he looks quite presentable. Which only makes the dread in all of their stomachs grow stronger. None of them would admit it, but there’s a small burning feeling in the back of their minds that maybe, just maybe, this isn’t, in fact, a prank.
Suddenly, music fills the room. The wedding march.
Charlie whips around to face the “crowd”, grinning like the idiot he is, his smile growing wider as the doors open.
Dennis, Dee, and Frank all turn to face the doors as well, where Mac begins to walk inside.
In contrast to Charlie, Mac’s suit is black. He too, is dressed far nicer than usual, evidenced by the fact that his suit still has sleeves. His hair is slicked back, his beard neatly trimmed, and his eyes already glint with tears as he walks slowly down the aisle.
Dee feels a little bit sick as she watches Mac take Charlie’s hands. Dennis and Frank are of the same feeling. No laughter so far. No jokes. It’s all too real in this moment.
The priest goes through the whole spiel, and stops, waiting for Mac and Charlie to speak.
Charlie goes first.
“Um,” he begins, “I didn’t write anything down for this, mostly cuz I can’t write… but I still wanna say a few things.” He’s staring at Mac with a fondness that simply can’t be faked. “Mac, you’ve been my best friend since we were like, well uh, since before I can even remember. You were nice to me when nobody else was, you hung out with me when nobody else would… you’re my hero, dude. And uh, I love you. A lot.” He goes quiet, his face slightly red from the embarrassment of having to say all of that out loud.
Mac is fully crying now, and if not for the fact that Dennis, Dee, and Frank all are fighting back tears of their own, they’d be shouting insults at him for doing so.
“Charlie,” Mac says, voice rough from the tears. “Like you said, you’re my best friend. You’ve been by my side for everything. You were there for me in every shitty moment, and you were there with me for every good one. You’re everything to me, man, and I love you more than I can ever say out loud.” He sniffles. “I love you more than Project Badass, Charlie.”
Charlie beams at him. “I love you more than bashing rats, Mac.”
The priest, to his credit, barely bats an eye at the very strange vows, and turns to Charlie.
“Do you, Charles Kelly, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
“And do you, Ro-”
Mac quickly cuts him off. “Don’t.”
The priest clears his throat. “Okay… Do you, Mac, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“Hell yeah I do.”
“Then by the power invested in me by the city of Philadelphia, I now pronounce you husband and husband, you may kiss the groom.”
Charlie throws his arms around Mac’s shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss, which Mac accepts readily, wrapping his own arms around Charlie’s waist.
Dennis slaps a hand over his mouth. Dee’s jaw drops to the floor. Frank just stares wall-eyed, unable to process what just happened.
At the snack table, Charlie and Mac shove slices of cake against each other’s faces like it’s a contest, which to them, it is. Mac kisses a streak of frosting from Charlie’s cheek. Dee, Dennis, and Frank still have yet to find any capability of understanding what just happened.
Mrs. Kelly hugs both men, sobbing her eyes out and babbling about how much she loves them. Mrs. Mac gives her son a nod of approval, which nearly makes Mac faint over the show of emotion. Dee, Dennis, and Frank blankly eat their slices of cake.
Mac and Charlie watch their friends, amused. Mac wraps an arm around his new husband’s waist. “You think they finally believe us?” he grins.
Charlie laughs. “Honestly, dude? I have no clue.”