To be honest, John wasn't sure that he could handle what was happening. There was a total of eight people at the party and, honestly, it was small. And he loved it. He was having fun until Alex dragged him out to the center of the room and got down on one knee and opened a small black box that he somehow kept concealed this entire time.

"A-Alex?" John stuttered.

"I love you so much. So fucking much it's not even funny. Well, maybe a little funny. And I know that I don't deserve you, and you don't deserve to have to deal with a broken man forever, but I love you too much to let go. Will you marry me, John?"

John gaped, stunned by the proposal. When he finally regained his power of speech, he choked out a gasped "Yes" and pulled Alex up to press their lips together, wishing that it would never end, that he would have this beautiful beautiful moron all to himself forever.

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"What if I fuck up my vows?"

"You won't, John," Henry sighed, adjusting his oldest brother's tie.

"He's right," James commented, grinning at John's anxious face. "C'mon man, I'm not getting married to Ash until you marry Alex."

John groaned. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Meanwhile, Laf and Herc were trying not to die of laughter while Alex paced around, gesturing wildly while listing every way this could go wrong (later, according to Herc, he had mentioned at least 67 reasons his wedding could be fucked). Eventually, Laf caught Alex's shoulders and said, "Calme." (Calm.)

Alex would have started to pace again, but the shift in music indicated his time to walk down the aisle to the altar.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

"Go!" Herc nearly shoved Alex out, almost making him stumble.

"Fuck you, Herc," Alex hissed, traveling down the aisle. John wasn't at the altar yet - he was coming in after. Just like they had rehearsed. Alex lifted his head, eyes meeting Angelica's who stood at the end, beaming at him. He took his place at the end, turning his head to look for John, who should be coming any se-shit.

Alex's breath hitched as he saw John, alone, walking the aisle. Both of their fathers were actual deadbeat dads, so walking the aisles alone seemed fitting. When John stood in front of him, he could barely keep from breaking down as they took their vows. The two words shattered his control, and the tears were freely flowing as John said the two fateful words.

"I do."