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He should have known this was coming. Should have prepared for the inevitability when he said yes to becoming Luca’s husband. What he is about to walk into is his own fault really. Bracing himself, wishing he brought a shield home with him, Rocker walks into his house. The sounds of his fiancé, still getting used to that word, and his mother laughing should spark joy and love. It incites fear, maybe there are some gangbangers he can take on instead if he hurries back to work he thinks. Knowing he will probably need backup he sends a quick text.
“Baby you’re home” Luca cries out spotting Rocker standing in the kitchen doorway taking in the scene before him. 1, 2, 3. Only 3 Rocker thinks, it’s not too bad. Rocker moves quickly to catch Luca as he stumbles towards him. 3 might be bad.
“Hey sweetheart.” Rocker says wrapping his arms around Luca. “Hey Mum, how long have you been here?”
“Hi Donny.” Susan hiccups out “Haven’t been here long. An hour or so.” Yeah 3 bottles of wine between the two of them in that short space of time is not good.
“Hmmm so what have you guys been getting up to?” Rocker asks his arms still wrapped around Luca’s waist while Luca nuzzles against his neck.
“We have been looking at ideas for the wedding.” Luca mumbles between kisses on Rocker’s neck.
“What have you been looking at?” Rocker asks unsure of what the answer could be considering the amount of alcohol they have had.
“White tuxedos. All white, white shirt, white jacket, white pants, white shoes, white belt.” Luca runs his hands over Rocker’s back and butt.
“Really? For both of us?” Rocker asks scrunching his face up in abhorrence.
“What’s wrong with that?” Luca releases Rocker and steps back squinting at him as if to scrutinise the reaction.
“No-nothing. I just hadn’t thought about that option.” Rocker appeases “What else have you looked at?” He looks to his mother for some help.
“Luca thought we could hold the ceremony on the beach and you boys could surf in instead of walking down the aisle.” Susan slurs out.
“Or we could ride dolphins in.” Luca offers with a shrug.
Rocker looks upward asking for strength to deal with these ideas. Hopefully a sober Luca isn’t really wanting any of this. Running a hand over his face Rocker looks at Luca waiting for him to admit he is joking. At the silence Luca shuffles on his feet.
“Or a whale?” Luca makes it sound like a question.
“No!” Rocker says determinedly. “No sea creatures and no surfing babe.” The way Luca’s body deflates nearly makes Rocker change his mind. Nearly.
“Come on Donny. Don’t be so mean. Your fiancé wants to create a really special day for you both and you aren’t even listening to his ideas.” Susan scolds just like she did when Rocker was a child and wouldn’t eat his vegetables.
“Mum! Have you listened to your ideas? I love you both but you are so drunk the only decisions you should be making is to drink water or go to bed. The answer is both by the way.” Rocker says scrubbing a hand down his face. He is never leaving these two alone together again, they are clearly bad influences on each other.
“Donny. I’m disappointed in you.” Susan slurs looking to the left of him.
“Mum how many fingers am I holding up?” Rocker asks holding one hand up in her eye line.
“1,3,12?” Susan guesses.
“Oh I know the answer!” Luca says excitedly “butterflies!”
“What?” Rocker asks confused.
“We ride in on butterflies and then release dolphins. Baby it would be so magical!” Luca grins dreamily.
“My head hurts.” Rocker mutters when a knock on the door comes. Finally some backup.
“You have got to help me. This wedding is going to become a circus if we leave them alone with alcohol again.” Rocker says answering the door.
“I’m sure it isn’t that bad son” Brian says following the giggling. “What are you torturing our son with Susan?” He asks placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder.
“Dolphins, whales and butterflies all wearing white tuxedos. What’s wrong with that?” Susan questions, not understanding why Rocker would disapprove.
“And instead of a cake, we have waffles. I want waffles now.” Luca says moving to the stove. Rocker takes Luca’s hand before he can reach it, intertwining their fingers.
“I’ll make you some dear.” Susan says trying to stand up and toppling straight into Brian’s arms.
“You can cook some later. Might be best to take you home now.” Brian says wrapping his arms around her, steadying her on her feet.
“It’s ok Susan I have next Monday off we can have waffles and wine then.” Luca drunkenly reassures her.
“Waffles but no wine” Rocker says. “No more wine for you two.”
Both Luca and Susan whine like toddlers who have been told they can’t keep playing outside, muttering curses and stomping their feet. Rocker bites his lip to try and stop the laugh escaping him. “Dad you wrangle this one and I’ll carry mum out to your car.” He says nodding his head in Luca’s direction. Rocker picks his mum up with ease and sighs when she instantly falls asleep. Brian takes Luca’s arm and follows Rocker out to the car.
“You going to be ok getting her inside when you get home?” Rocker asks strapping the seatbelt over his snoring mother.
“Might drive around for a bit and let her sleep, like we did when you were a baby and just wouldn’t sleep.” Brian chuckles passing Luca’s arm to Rocker. “Good luck with this one.”
“They are banned from getting together without supervision.” Rocker shakes his head as Luca wraps himself around Rocker and places open mouthed kisses against his neck.
“Agreed!” Brian laughs at the increased volume of snoring coming from his car. “We will come by tomorrow to get her car.” Brian claps his son on the shoulder unable to get past the man currently plastered to his front.
Rocker waves as his dad drives off and sighs deeply wondering how he is going to convince Luca to let go of him so they can walk inside. “Hey baby, wanna show me what you decided for the wedding?” Luca lets go and races inside. Or tries too. The stumbling run makes Rocker chuckle as he takes Luca’s arm again and leads him to the bedroom. Guiding Luca to sit on the bed before gently pushing him to lie down.
“Ohhhhh, I like where this is going.” Luca murmurs as Rocker removes his pants.
“Wait here I’ll be back” Rocker smiles placing a kiss on Luca’s forehead. Returning quickly with a glass of water and some painkillers. “Sit up for be baby.” He says “open your mouth for me”
“Hmm yes daddy” Luca says following the directions. Rocker laughs quietly as he places the painkillers in Luca’s open mouth and pours some water in.
“Swallow. Good boy” Rocker croons trying not to laugh uproariously at the betrayed look Luca shoots him.
“That’s not what I wanted.” Luca pouts.
“Be a good boy for me and maybe you will get what you want tomorrow. If you aren’t incredibly hungover.” Rocker smiles laying Luca back down on the bed.
“Why didn’t you like my ideas for the wedding?” Luca murmurs finding a comfy position to lay. “I’ve been thinking about this day since I was a little girl, it’s perfect.”
“A little girl really?” Rocker asks pulling the blanket over Luca and kneeling on the floor near his head.
“Or your mum thought about it when she was a little girl?” Luca questions.
“That makes a little more sense.” Rocker strokes Luca’s hair fondly. Knowing if sober Luca really wanted their wedding to look like that he would bend over backwards to provide it for him.
“Someone was a little girl once.” Luca mutters nuzzling his head into the hand on his scalp.
“Ok, ok. Shh sleep time now. We can talk about it tomorrow baby.” Rocker kisses Luca softly on his lips.
“So you still want to marry me?” Luca asks sleepily.
“Baby I would marry you anywhere, anytime, wearing or riding in on whatever you want. As long as you’re my husband at the end of it I don’t care about the rest.” Rocker assures kissing his fiancé again and leaving him to sleep off the alcohol. Returning moments later to place more water and painkillers on the nightstand in case Luca wakes up in pain. Rocker cleans up the bottles and glasses on their kitchen table and starts to look through the magazines and venue brochures scattered about. He was considering talking Luca into eloping but some of the ideas that have been circled, obviously pre-wine, actually look good. Rocker knows he wants the big production, he wants everyone to know how much he loves his man.
A text sounds on Rocker’s phone, he smiles at the pictures his dad has sent of his mum fast asleep in the car and now settled in her bed. Noticing the bucket beside her bed he decides to do the same. Grabbing one and placing it on Luca’s side of the bed he looks lovingly at his fiancé and strips down sliding into the bed beside him and wrapping himself around Luca’s warm body. Smiling as he dreams of the day he gets to marry the love of his life.