Jonathan orders a cup of coffee from the airport Starbucks. He sips it and walks back to the “sitting” area of the airport. His finacé is nowhere to be found. The blue eyes search for the certain black hood and yellow jeans, but a lot of people were wearing black hoodies. Abruptly, the photographer is stopped. He whips around to meet the familiar brown eyes, but they’re behind clear framed aviators. “Where were you?” Jonathan questions. Evan laughs and then pulls out a plastic bag from behind his back, “I was wandering around the souvenir shop, and I found something for you.” He pulls a white hoodie with the Canadian flag on the middle of it. Below the flag is says, “Team Canada”. Jonathan grabs it and chuckles, “Thanks.”

While Evan drives to his parents house, Jonathan switches clothes; his top half anyway. He tries his best not to his Evan in the face while changing. “Wow, I’m just all types of Canada today,” the clown states. The owl tilts his head, “Whata mean?”

“Well, I’m in Canada, wearing a Team Canada hoodie over a Canadian YouTuber’s merch. Plus I’m meeting that Canadian YouTuber’s parents, because I’m dating that Canadian YouTuber. Wait, I’m getting married to that Canadian YouTuber!” Evan shakes his head at his finacé, “I’m surprised you could say Canadian that many times and the right way.” Delirious hits Evan in the chest, “Shutch up!” The car talk gets real for a second, “You know I actually had to take an extra year of speech in grade school. It didn’t help, but like I got better eventually.”

“Wow. I didn’t know that. Sorry for all the times we made fun-”

“Stop it. I actually did those on purpose. Sometimes I didn’t, but hey, you guys are my friends. Speaking of, are we inviting them all to the wedding?”

“Fuck yes,” Evan says immediately. Then he thinks about the near three months he has spent with Jonathan. “Oh fuck. We kinda left them hanging haven’t we.”

“Maybe we can Skype call all of them?”

“At once? That’s a lot of people to video call at once,” Evan warns.

“Then we can send out invitations, and to the people who couldn’t get into the Skype call will just be surprised, and maybe we can then talk to them at the wedding,” Jonathan explains. “Okay, we’ll call them at my parents’ house, of course after dinner and you meet them.”

“Dinner!?” Jonathan exclaims.

“What?”

“Jet lag…” the raccoon groans and sips his vanilla frappuccino.

Evan knocks on the door and waits for one of his parents to answer. A ravishing woman opens the door. She has jet black hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes are as dark as her sons, and when she smiles wrinkles form at the corners of her beautiful eyes. She has waterfall earrings, the color of the ring on her finger. Gold. She wears a long red dress that hugs every part of her body. Black pumps finishing off the look. “Evan!” She cheers and hugs her son tightly. Her eyes open again and she spots Jonathan standing awkwardly over Evan’s shoulder. She releases Evan and extends her hands out for Jonathan. “You must be the wonderful Jonathan we’ve heard about!” They both hug for a long time. Another man peeks out from the door. He has the hair style of what Evan used to have, before he let the top grow out a little bit. The hair style he had in his face reveal video. When his dark eyes hit the sunset peeking through the tall trees, they turn a golden brown, like nicely cooked pancakes. Evan must get his eyes from his father and mother, a little bit of everything. He’s the perfect replica of them both mixed. Evan’s dad takes Jonathan’s hand and shakes it, “This must be the man that stole my son’s heart.” Evan blushes and looks down at his fingers. His mother, Lea, wraps her arm around him, “Let’s let them talk,” she whispers and they walk into the house together to start dinner. Evan had a bad feeling about leaving them two alone together. Let’s just say his dad used to despise any queer person ever.

Jonathan and Evan’s dad walk around the beautiful house of the Fongs. “So, Jonathan, when do you and Evan plan to have the wedding?” Jonathan thinks for a bit, “Sometime in June, so really soon, but we don’t know the exact date yet.”

“Maybe we can help you to decide,” Mr. Fong offers. For some reason his voice is so determining and it feels very threatening to Jonathan, but that’s not Mr. Fong’s meaning. Mr. Fong then explains how he was looking up how pride month was a thing for June. He says he loved the idea of having rainbows and everything to make their wedding a blast.

“We can discuss more things over dinner,” Mr. Fong offers.

“Thank you Mr. Fong.”

“Jonathan, you can just call me Ray- No, actually, you can call me Dad.” Ray wraps his arms around Jonathan and hugs him tightly, “Thank you for making my son more of the happy man he is.”

“Thank you for letting me marry him,” Jonathan states, tears threatening his blue eyes.

From the kitchen window Lea and Evan watch the two hug. “Are they-?” Evan questions. His mother nods, “They are…” The two smile at each other. As he and his mother get dinner set she questions, “So, not to get stereotypical Evan, but by the looks of it Jonathan seems to be the dominant one.” Evan sets down the bowl of mash potatoes, “You’re right, but in bed he gives me turns.” Lea slaps her son with the oven mitt, “I did not need to know that!” They both laugh and continue getting dinner ready.

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