Damian's POV

Last night certainly was a dream come true. Marrying y/n, and now waking up this morning with my wife snuggled into me, a smile on her face, was definitely what dreams are made of.

I gently brush the hair from her face as her eyes flutter open, hooking her chin and tilting her face towards me.

"Buenos días, Señora Martínez," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Buenos días Señor Martínez," she murmured against my lips as she cupped my cheek before we broke the kiss. I rested my forehead against hers. Our eyes met. "We better get dressed before Demi and Matt arrive. We don't need her using her key and jumping onto our bed again."

I chuckled as I give her a quick kiss "Agreed we better get ready and eat before our little eager beaver gets here," I smirk. Making y/n roll her eyes.

We reluctantly leave the bed and dress. I head downstairs before Y/N as she was finishing getting ready. I made breakfast. One of Y/N's favorites, three little pigs omelets, with ham, pork breakfast sausage, and bacon, onions, green, red and yellow peppers, and tons of cheddar cheese, wheat toast, fresh orange juice, and a strawberry and banana protein smoothie.

She came downstairs with her brown hair tied back in a messy bun, a Damian Priest t-shirt, and jean shorts.

"Mm. Everything smells and looks delicious Babe," she smiles as she kissed my lips "Gracias mi dulce esposo."

"De nada, mi dulce esposa," I said against her lips as I had her Love Under the Stars playlist playing, as we hadn't taken Spotify off our TV last night. Just shut it off. God, Your Mama, And Me by Florida Georgia Line, and Backstreet Boys play throughout the house. As I wrapped an arm around y/n's waist as she held my shirt as we held the kiss a beat longer before my hand slipped to her ass cheek, cupping it before patting it "Come on let's eat before it gets cold," I held the chair and she sat before placing a napkin in her lap. She's softly singing along to the song. Making me smile.

I looked at y/n while sitting across from her. Wow, my best friend was now also my wife, I thought to myself as she picked up the orange juice, taking a long greedy drink. She licks her lips, and her eyes rise to meet mine, a smile on her coral lips.

"What?" she blushes, bringing the napkin to her lips, patting them dry.

"Just thinking," I replied as I rest my chin against my hand as I just stare at y/n.

"About?" she inquires, tilting her head slightly, looking at me as By Your Side by Sade began.

"How incredibly lucky I am to get to call you not only my best friend and my lover but now also my wife," I took her hand in mine. I caressed the back of her hand as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Amor, it is I who am incredibly lucky. I get to call you my best friend and lover but now also my husband," she smiles, as Through The Years by Kenny Rogers filled our house. "Now we should probably eat. You, after all, worked incredibly hard on this marvelous breakfast."

I smile as we begin eating, listening to a list cultivated by y/n of all the love songs that she loves, no pun intended.

"I do hope you enjoyed the breakfast, Amor," I smile at her as silence, with the exception of the music, filled the air. As we had finished eating, Y/N places her fork and butter knife down onto the plate.

"It was delicious, Corazón," she smiled, patting her mouth with the napkin. "But then again, you have always been an amazing cook and baker." She took a drink of smoothie, closing her eyes and savoring the flavor for a moment before her green eyes opened and she laid them upon me.

Dreaming of You by Selena began. Our first dance last night was to this song. Our first real dance as thirteen-year-olds was to this song. I stood up after we finished breakfast and held out my hand, "May I have this dance?" I asked.

"Yes, you may," she placed her hand into mine before rising to her feet. I took her into my arms and we began dancing in our kitchen.

I dip her, making her laugh lightly before I bring her back to an upright position. We danced as the song wound to an end. We stop, and she smiles at me, "Te amo y/n." I smile as Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words) by Frank Sinatra filled the house.

"Te amo, Luis," she smiles as we stayed in each other's embrace. "We should probably clean up before our guests arrive," y/n states as Good Morning Beautiful by Steve Holy began.

"We should. Demi said they'd be back at twelve noon, and well," I checked my watch, "It's currently ten forty-five in the morning. We can clean up and then dance, at least until they arrive."

"I would very much love to dance with you, my husband," she grins at me as I took her hand, kissing the back of it.

"And I you my wife," I spin her. She giggles before we cleaned up. Placing our dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

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Little Things by One Direction plays. I know it's a weird selection for two forty-two year olds, but we happened to hear it the day of our first official date at our favorite restaurant. When Y/N Shazams the song, we knew this had to be added to Y/N's Love Under the Stars playlist.

She smiles up at me as the doorbell rings just as Change Your Name by Brett Young begins. I took the clicker from the table, shutting off the song and then the TV before we went to answer the door.

Demi, Matt, and their three dogs as well as a large piece of luggage were at the door.

"Oh look y/n. They're herrrre," I say the 'they're here' like the little girl from the movie Poltergeist. Demi rolls her eyes.

"Can we come in, or do we have to pay an entrance fee now?" asked Demi.

"At least they should for you. The way you constantly interrupt them," teased Matt. Demi flipped him off as y/n and I stood aside. Bella, Luna, and Barry came charging into the house as Demi entered, followed by Matt pulling the suitcase in.

"Matt, just take the suitcase to the guest room," says y/n with a small wave of the hand. "You know where it is."

"I do. By the way do I smell coffee?" quizzed Matt.

"You do. Made a pot just for the two of you," I gesture to him and Demi.

"Ah thanks mate.," he smiles before ascending the steps to the second floor where all the bedrooms were located.

Demi helps herself to the coffee, pouring herself a mug and Matt one as well, as y/n and I still nurse our protein smoothies.

"I can't wait to hear about the welcome party for Angelo and Ginger. Of course, nothing will top yesterday's events," grins Demi, making both y/n and me smile at her before y/n turned to me, and I pressed my lips to hers. She smiles softly against my lips. "I'm going to let this slide seeing as you two are newlyweds, but um, remember it's still very awkward standing here watching you two making out."

Y/N cupped my face before we broke the kiss laughing. "Sorry about that sis," smiles y/n.

"Pft. No worries," Demi smiles as Matt came into the kitchen and Demi hands him the mug of black coffee.

"Thanks Babe," he smiles taking a drink of the coffee.

"Shall we get comfortable?" I asked.

Without another word, Demi and the dogs head to the living room, Matt following as Y/N glanced up at me, a smile curling her lips.

"It might not beat last night," she wrapped her arms around my neck as I placed my hands on her hips and smiled down at her.

"Baby, nothing is ever going to beat last night," I press a kiss to her lips as I slowly snake my arms around her, pulling her flush to my body.

"But the welcome party really was fun," she smiles as I lean in, pressing my lips to hers.

"You got that right," I chuckled as I rested my forehead against hers. I reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Y/N," I smiled softly.

"Y/N! LUIS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" yells Demi.

"We better go before she comes in and carries us into the living room," y/n giggles.

I chuckled before pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "You're right," I smiled as I snaked my arm around hers and laced our fingers together.

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"Okay so where did we leave off?" I smirk as y/n giggles lightly as I tap my chin.

"¡La fiesta de bienvenida estúpido!" says Demi exasperated. ("The welcome party, stupid!")

"Oh right. The welcome party," I nod as Demi shoots me a look.

"Well, the weight of the previous night still hung in the air the next morning;" I began.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

I woke up with y/n still sound asleep beside me. She was wearing one of my t-shirts as pajamas. She had gotten sick when we got home from One Eyed Jack's and thrown up all over her regular pajamas, so I gave her one of my t-shirts to sleep in. She was shivering lightly beside me, so I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to me. She sighed contentedly as she settled into my body. I grinned to myself. I couldn't help but notice how perfectly she fit into me like a puzzle piece. I buried my face into the curve of her neck, and my eyes slowly closing, and I fell back asleep rather quickly.

Waking back up about two hours later, we were still tangled up in each other. My arm wrapped around hers like a vine, our fingers laced together. A smile spread across my face as y/n's eyes slowly open. She moans lightly as the sunlight hits her face.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Stupid sun," she pouts. I chuckle softly as I bring a hand up shielding her eyes.

"Better?" I asked.

She nods softly as I kissed her cheek "Muy bien," I said my lips brushing her ear making her shiver.

"That tickles Luis," she giggles.

"What?" I smirk.

"Your breath against my cheek," she murmured.

"Mm," I moved my lips to her neck "Better?"

"No. Luis that tickles even more," she giggles as I ghost my lips along the curve of her neck causing more giggles to fall from her lips as she squirms beside me making me smirk against her neck.

"Oh, it does?" I ask with a tilt of enjoyment in my voice. I leave a trail of kisses along the curve of her neck. I am well aware of what I am doing but when a soft moan replaced the giggles something awoke in me. I turned her and I pressed my lips to hers. She let out a soft moan against my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck as I wrapped my arms around her pulling her flush to my body. The kiss turning passionate quickly. My hands slowly moving the t-shirt off her hips. I slowly moved us laying y/n onto her back and me on top. She looked up at me. Her eyes meeting mine. No words exchange but she knew what I was asking. She bit her lip and nods cupping my cheek before pressing her lips to mine. The kiss turning into more with each passing second until my bedroom door is knocked on. I pulled away so fast that I sent myself off balance, and the momentum sent me to the floor. Y/N sat up as I pulled myself up into a sitting position. "Come in," I called as I got off the floor and sat on the bed.

The door opened and pops pokes his head around it "Oh good you're up," he smiles "I made breakfast. The three little pigs omelette you enjoy, y/n."

"Oh," smiles y/n "Gracias Señor Martínez. We will be right down."

"Good," he smiles as he looked at me with a smile before closing the door.

I turned to y/n and she laughs lightly before nodding.

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"OH MY GOD! You two nearly slept together sober?!" gasped Demi.

Matt rolls his eyes "And this is why they need to charge you admission," he sighs.

Demi shoots him a look.

"Yes," y/n answered "He didn't even have to ask. I knew but," she looked at me.

"Yeah Pops sorta interrupted it," I sigh.

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We walked downstairs, and Pops had the table set with three plates of omelettes at three chairs. Orange juice sat in a pitcher, and wheat toast was placed on a plate in the center of the table, with butter and a butter knife beside it.

"Oh wow, Señor Martínez, everything looks amazing!" smiles y/n as I hold her chair as she sits. She has pulled on purple and black lounge pants and is still in my t-shirt.

"Thank you y/n," says Pops sitting. I sat to y/n's right.

"She's right, pops; it looks and smells phenomenal," I comment.

"Gracias mi hijo," he smiles

I pour orange juice for y/n and myself as I was about to pour a glass for pops. He waved me off. He held up a cup of tea.

"Gracias, Luis," y/n smiles as she took a long slow drink of orange juice.

"De nada, y/n," I smile at her.

"So did you two have fun last night? I know I heard you two come in about two this morning," said Pops.

"We had fun," I smile as I glanced at y/n and she nods in agreement.

"I know dancing with you was fun," smiles y/n as she placed a hand on top of mine. "And thank you for holding my hair when I got sick almost as soon as we got back."

I reach up and brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek. Her eyes meet mine and after a long pause, I say, "Hey, you're the Baby to my Johnny," I smile.

She blushes lightly as her eyes fell away from mine "Luis," she giggles.

"What?" I ask as I turn her face to me gently, as her green eyes rise to meet mine.

"Seriously, I'm the Baby to your Johnny?" she laughs.

I grin at her. "Absolutely," I boop her nose as she smiles softly at me. My heart stopped, and my stomach did about fifty somersaults.

Pops clears his throat and we both look at him. "You two may want to stop flirting and eat. You have a welcome party to get to in Jersey in a couple of hours," saying it as more of a command than a suggestion.

"We are," y/n looks panicked I can see the wheels in her head turning trying to form the right words, "We are not flirting," blushes y/n.

"Exactly. It's playful banter," I agree.

Pops giving us the 'I wasn't born yesterday' look. "Uh huh, sure you two aren't," he says, sipping his tea.

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"I knew there was a reason I love your pops," Demi grins evilly.

Y/N and I both roll our eyes "We know we were both obvious," we laugh.

"In all fairness, you two had sex together once and were going to do it again had your," Matt points to me, "pops not interrupted."

I raise a hand as I drape my arm around y/n's shoulders.

"Okay that's true but," I began.

"No. No buts. The first time, okay? You two were blitzed. The second time? You both were stone cold sober!" Matt fairly pointed out "So he looks at you," he points to y/n "Doesn't say can I, we have sex? No. But yet you knew of what he was asking with his eyes! And she," he gestures to y/n as he looks at me "agrees to the sex without a single word exchanged. And yet? You two didn't know you liked no scratch that were in love with one another?!" he threw his hands up but he wasn't waving them like he didn't care "What was this going to be labeled? Friends with benefits?!!"

Demi gives Matt a bemused look. "Wow. And I thought I was invested?!"

Y/N tries to cover her giggle with a cough, but to no avail.
The same goes for me; my smirk gave me away.

" Okay. I'm invested but I don't interrupt at least,"
Matt shoots back at Demi.

" But you're invested!!!" she gleefully pointed out.

Matt rolls his eyes "But really what would you two have called this one? Friends with benefits? And just blissfully went about just fucking each other and not realizing it also involved feelings?!"

"Matt. Trust me. It's no use trying to figure out why Luis and I were stupid back then. Let's focus on how we eventually came to our senses and now," she held up her
left hand as I lifted mine.

" We have and everything is now right in the world," I finished.

Demi smacks Matt on the arm "Now if you don't ask stupid
questions I won't interrupt," she says.

Matt's eyes widen "You have a deal!" he says before looking to us "Hurry this may not last long!"

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"Pops we aren't flirting!" I blush "Y/N and I," I glance at y/n "We are. Um. We are having playful banter."

"Luis, I may have been born at night but it certainly wasn't last night. It's just not the words leaving your lips. It's the gestures and the looks you two do! It's not a bad thing. You two can flirt all you want. You're adults. Flirting is not against the law regardless of what I or anyone may have told you two as kids," Y/N and I exchanged looks before both of us began laughing, making Pops smile as he had told ten-year-old us that flirting would get us locked up in prison.

"We know," y/n offers him a sweet smile "Although ten year old me was terrified that if we even looked at each other crossed eyed the police would arrest me."

Pops chuckled, "Sorry about scaring you like that y/n," as he pats y/n's hand.

"Señor Martínez, trust me. It was what we needed. Granted, I kinda wish I could have just listened to you back when I was sixteen," her voice trailing off as her face grew somber.

"The choices we make help us learn and grow," Pops offers. "And well, that was a lesson that helped you learn and grow, y/n. And they have made you an even better person because you're already a pretty amazing person. I understand how my son loves you as much as he does."

"Thank you Sir," she smiles.

"Pops is right y/n," I smile, taking y/n's hand in mine. "And we can't change the past, but we can look ahead to the future, and I want you in mine for as long as you will have me in yours."

"Siempre y para siempre," she smiles as her eyes fill with tears.

I don't even think twice before reaching up and cupping her cheek as I wipe away the tears from her face.

"You got it," I whisper softly as I lean over, pressing a kiss to her forehead. I hear a soft sigh leave her lips, making my heart swell. I place my forehead against hers, our eyes meeting as she gives me a smile.

"Your pops is right, though we should eat. I still have to shower before we leave."

I chuckle lightly because she had a point. We began eating. The only sound was that of utensils hitting the plate every once in a while. The birds' song drifted from outside.

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I am driving to Cape May, New Jersey, as that's where Ginger's grandparents have a mansion and where the welcome party is being held. Now y/n and I didn't plan it but we wound up matching. She wore a black cocktail dress with cap sleeves with a lilac sash at the waist. I wore a black suit with a lilac tie.

Y/N giggles lightly as she watches the world go by out the passenger window. I smirk before turning my head slightly to look at her.

"What's so funny?" I chuckled.

"How we unintentionally match," she says looking at her hands in her lap "You know I would've changed."

"Y/N. I could've too. I mean, I could've borrowed a tie from my pops," I shrug lightly as I keep my eyes ahead of me on the road. Before I took my free hand, I placed it over hers. "I mean, we are paired together for the wedding on Monday anyways, so why not match?" I glance at her, giving her my cheesiest smile, making her giggle lightly before rolling her eyes.

"Luis. You're a giant ass dork. I do hope you know that," she teased me as I pull up to the security station at the gate for Ginger's grandparents mansion.

I rolled down the window trying to not chuckle at what she said.

"IDs and state your business!" said the gruff-looking security guard.

Y/N reached her hand across me, handing the security guard her driver's license. He looked at the license and then at Y/N. She gave him a small, innocent smile. He checked a list in his hand, making a check mark before handing her back her driver's license.

I finally grabbed my wallet and handed the security guard my driver's license. He studies it before checking his list and making another check mark. He hands me my driver's license back before stepping onto the platform that the security guard house sat upon. He hit a button and the large intricate iron gates open. I pull forward my license still in hand.

"Okay, that guard was scary," y/n says, looking over her shoulder.

I nod as I drive up a winding driveway. An immaculate house sat at the end of the driveway.

"That's their vacation home?!" I exclaimed.

Y/N let out a low whistle as she leans forward "I-I wow," she said.

"Right?" I said as I looked at my old suit before looking at y/n. "And suddenly, I feel completely underdressed."

Y/N glanced down at her dress before looking at me "Same amigo."

We both looked at the house again as I pulled up to a valet stand. They opened the doors and we got out. I quickly made a beeline for y/n as she was being gawked at by a couple of the valets. I protectively wrapped an arm around her while glaring at them.

"Do we have a problem?" I sneer. "I would recommend removing your eyes from my girlfriend," y/n's head snapped towards me, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. "Unless you want me to remove them for you," I step behind y/n, placing my hands on her shoulders before steering her towards the mansion.

We get to the stairs and immediately come to y/n's side, draping an arm around her shoulders. We climb them as y/n looks at me, her face still set in a small state of shock.

"Luis, what was that back there?" she glanced behind us as I did the same. The valets quickly removed their eyes from y/n.

"That?" I point my thumb behind us "was me seeing you uncomfortable and me protecting you."

"Thank you Luis," she said as a man dressed in a tuxedo opened the door for us.

"You're welcome," I smile, escorting y/n into the house by the small of her back.

Angelo comes up to us with two flutes of champagne.

"You guys made it," he smiles.

"Well no shit dumb ass," said y/n sipping the champagne "A I'm family and B we are a bridesmaid and groomsman. We are kinda required by law to be at the welcome party for the wedding," y/n laughs making me chuckle.

Angelo shook his head, "Mingle. I have to get," before we hear a squeak and a small brunette comes running towards us.

"Y/N!! Uncle Luis!!!!!" screamed Layla as she crashed into my legs, making me stumble backwards, but Y/N grabbed my hand without hesitation, steadying me.

"Layla Jolene Ottomano, what have we told you about playing linebacker?" scolded Angelo. "Apologize to Uncle Luis."

Layla looks up at me with the same green eyes y/n has. "Sorry Uncle Luis," she says before turning to Angelo. "I was just happy to see them."

"I know, but we walk calmly towards people," explained Angelo as I stoop and picked up Layla. She threw her arms around my neck before kissing my cheek.

"I really am sorry, Uncle Luis," Layla nods emphatically as she turns to Y/N with a huge smile on her face. "Y/N, you and Uncle Luis match! Does that mean you love each other?" Angelo nearly choked on his champagne.

Y/N blushes as she polished off her first flute of champagne before grabbing another from a passing waiter, flawlessly putting the empty one on the tray. "It was a happy accident," says y/n quickly taking another drink of champagne making me chuckle. Y/N gives me a look and I hit her with the grin I knew made her weak. I see the smirk form on Angelo's face. Y/N mumbles under her breath making me smirk even more.

"Layla Jolene?!" calls Ginger.

I kissed the side of Layla's head before putting her on the floor. "You better go. Your mom is looking for you," I said. Layla quickly hugs Y/N before running off. I shook my head as Y/N looked at me before she walked further into the house. I followed her. I gently grabbed her hand, pulling her into a small alcove off the living room. "You okay?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" y/n asked.

"Squish I saw your face with what Layla asked."

"And she's three. She doesn't understand," Y/N shook her head. "Luis, I'm good," she reached up, cupping my cheek. "I promise. With everything I am," she offered me a smile, immediately making me weak-kneed. "Okay. Let's go mingle."

"But," I begin to protest as she gave me a simple look, one I knew meant the discussion was over and I was simply not to bring it up again. "Okay. Fine. It's dropped," she left the small alcove and I followed.

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A while later....

Y/N and I were talking with Bianca and her boyfriend, Anson Mckinney when I see Bianca's eyes grow wide and y/n does too. She quickly turned to where Bianca was looking. It's Lucia!

"What the fuck is she doing here?" y/n hissed at Bianca.

Bianca shrugged, "I honestly do-" Bianca stopped as Lucia hugged Ginger's mom, Karen. I think our mouths dropped at the same time.

"I'm not drunk nearly enough for this," y/n shook her head before heading to the bar poolside. Bianca quickly followed her. Me? I'm rooted to the spot as Lucia sees me. A smile passes her lips before she exchanges some final words with Karen. She saunters towards me as Anson looks at me before looking at Lucia.

"Well look at that. My watch is telling me it's time to get the f out of here," he quickly hurried off outside.

Chicken, I thought as Lucia stepped in front of me. She wore a fake smile that almost matched her fake everything else.

"Luis. What a surprise," she bats her eyelashes as I roll my eyes. "I didn't expect you here. Mrs. Fitzpatrick didn't say anything about you being here."

"Oh come off it Lucia. You knew damn well I would be. You know Angelo is one of my closest friends and I'm a groomsmen. You work at the bridal shop Ginger got her gown at."

Lucia laughed as she tried to touch my forearm, but I took a step back. "Oopsie, that's right," she stepped closer to me. I tried to step around her, but she blocked me. "Oh come on, Luis. This is fate. Two times in as many days of us seeing each other. We're meant to be."

I scoff as I look at Lucia before my eyes moved to find y/n. She was at the bar with Bianca watching us.

"Read my lips. You," I point to her, "and me," I point to myself, "are never getting back together. I would be a damn fool if I did. So please don't flatter yourself."

I walked around her as I started walking away, "Luis, all you will ever be is street trash!" she yells. I looked up and saw the flash of anger pass over y/n's face. Bianca did too as y/n set her drink down before making a beeline straight for Lucia, Bianca closely at y/n's heels.

I put one arm out, wrapping it around y/n's waist as Salvatore and Bruno escorted Lucia out. I carried y/n straight to an empty room off the massive living room. I set y/n on her feet as I shut the door.

"Why did you stop me?" she asked, her eyes still burning with anger.

"Well, let's see. You, um, take Lucia out; you have a room full of witnesses that could and most probably would testify against you, especially Ginger's family members. Two, you don't want to ruin Angelo's day, do you?"

"I might. What was that bitch even doing here in the first place?" y/n asks exasperated.

"I got a feeling Karen arranged it."

"Because of course she did," y/n's face contorts in anger "If she wasn't Layla's grandma."

"I know. Bang. Boom. Zoom. To the moon," I said as I wrapped y/n in my arms. She is physically shaking with anger. "Hey, it's going to be okay. Sal and Mr. Ottomano took her out already."

Y/N giggles as she has her face buried in my chest. She picks her head up and looks at me, "You know you can call him Bruno, right? He has literally given you permission to do so."

She keeps her arms around my torso as she smiles up at me. I look at her, and a smile of my own reflects back at her. "I know, but he is my friend's father. My parents have always.." She placed a finger to my lips.

"I get it. And it is really really sweet how you still do it," she stood on tip toe before pressing a kiss to my cheek. As the door opened and Bianca walked in.

"There you two are. What the hell happened?" she said to me. "Why did you stop, y/n?"

"Didn't want to see her get arrested," I admit, as Bianca hands y/n her drink back.

"Fair," nods Bianca as Anson walked in.

"Um, they need you three for pictures," he gestures to y/n, Bianca, and me.

"And so it begins," Bianca sighed, as we left the room, following Anson as he took us to a garden where professionally done photos were being taken of Angelo, Ginger, Layla, their families, and the wedding party.

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"Wait, so you're ending it there?!" asked Demi, as Matt looked at her. Y/N had been passed out the better part of an hour on my lap. Bella, Luna, and Barry joining her in slumber-land on the floor.

"Babe, it's one thirty. I think this story is over," Matt explained, and I nod sleepily. "Besides, y/n crashed out over an hour ago. Dogs too. I'm about to. Let's go to sleep!"

"But!" protests Demi.

"Later we can tell you about Layla's fourth birthday party at the amusement park and how y/n and I got trapped on top of the ferris-wheel, but for now, let's focus on something else, like sleep," I said.

Demi pouts but reluctantly nods her head "Fine," she murmured as Matt and her leave.

I gently scoop y/n up, shutting the lights off before ascending the stairs with y/n tucked safely in my arms as I make my way to our bedroom. Yes, another story was told and later a new one would begin, but for now, now it's sleep o'clock.