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***Mark's POV***

"It doesn't take a genius." I scream at Mario. Christ alone, these fuckers couldn't follow the yellow brick road, let alone directions.

"You have one more time to scream at me." Mario glares at me sternly. He can take that fucking intimidation and shove it right up his muscular ass.

"Baby, you could be nicer." Sebastian steps in to calm me down.

"They could be smarter." I roll my eyes while pointing my finger at the numb nuts that are placing the flower arrangements in disarray.

"Someone's in a mood." Grey chuckles as he moves the large potted trees into the correct place next to the outside aisle.

"Grey, thank god," I lay my head on Sebastian's shoulder. I can feel him laughing. It's not as if I haven't explained the placements with precision. I swear they are doing shit just to upset me.

"I'm tired." Gavin whines theatrically before plopping down on the table behind him.

"Tables are for glasses not asses." I walk towards the boy before placing him down on the ground.

"You're a fucking riot to be around, a real gem." Gavin stomps off to find Alex, I presume.

"Why are you so moody?" Seb runs his fingers softly through my hair.

"This is our wedding. This will be our only wedding. I went over the exact plans. I don't understand why people can't FUCKING LISTEN." I yell out the last two words towards Mak. He is busy moving the fucking chairs, again.

I turn back towards Seb in exasperation. I can't deal with the lack of intelligence today. It's so fucking much.

"I have had enough Marcus Fletcher. We have been out here for two fucking days. I have moved, placed and rearranged everything to your exact requirements. You are being a god damned groomzilla. Let me tell you, it absolutely looks hideous on you. If you want this done to your unspoken desire, do the fucking shit yourself. I have a baby to take care of. I am exhausted. My fucking back aches. I haven't had sex in a week. Don't even get me started on the late nights and early mornings. Go fuck yourself Mark. I resign." Mak throws a clip board at me as I stand in absolute horror. Why does he have such a fucking attitude?

"Are you going to talk to him?" Gavin shakes his head as his lip trembles. If I wasn't so stunned by Mak's actions, I would feel bad for my gay angel. I know how much he hates animosity within our group.

"He's overreacting. He will get over it." I shrug. I don't have time to figure out who pissed in Mak's Cheerios. I have twice as much work to do now that the little quitter made his exit.

"Kip? Where's Kip?" I turn to see where my muscle is. He needs to come take up some of the slack that Mak left behind.

"Boy, I have tried to keep my mouth shut. You have been making that an unreachable dream." I see Daddy Parker coming down the aisle with his towering stature accentuating his booming voice. I can feel my cock hardening. I might just pee a little.

"Hey," I smile widely at my father figure. I am sure he understands how stressful all of this is.

"Don't hey me, boy. You are being a complete nightmare. I have watched you terrorize your friends for weeks. They have tried their best to make this the day that you have dreamed of. You would think that you could see their effort with a little more understanding. It's a wonder Mak made it this long. I have a good mind to bend you over my knee and smack some damn sense into you." Martin crosses his arms as he stands directly in front of me.

If I was not so damn scared of this man, I may get turned on by his offer to spank me. As it stands, I feel my face blushing with embarrassment. Although, I still hold my ground that they are not fulfilling their responsibilities to the best of their ability.

"Are you deaf? I would imagine that you are if you haven't ran off to apologize to my son. Mak has so much on his plate, yet he volunteered to help make your wedding nothing short of spectacular. Mark, you can be particular and kind. It doesn't have to go one way or the other. I suggest you go find Mak and make this shit right. I would hate to be disappointed in you." Without another word, Martin walks away. Immediately, I start seeing I have been an asshole.

"I will be back." I kiss Seb on his cheek before starting the walk of shame. I have been over-the-top. I think I am just stressed out. I didn't have to take it out on one of my best friends, or all of them.

It isn't hard to find Mak. As I walk back towards the large building I can see him sitting on a bench with his hands covering his face. I'm going to feel like a complete tool if I made him cry. Mak doesn't deserve to feel bad just because I am overwhelmed.

Approaching my little genius, I slide next to him on the bench. My arm wraps around his shoulders before I pull him towards my chest. I fucked up, big time. His sniffles tell me that I am a tool.

"I'm sorry, Mak. Thank you for everything that you have done. It is not your fault that I am being pissy." I bend down to press my lips to his head. Mak nods his head into my shoulder. I feel like a shit bag.

"I didn't mean to take all of this out on you." I whisper gently into his chocolate hair. He's too precious to be upset.

"It's fine. I'm just emotional." Mak shrugs as if that is a good excuse for how he feels. It is not. He is being passive for me. It is unnecessary.

"No, you're not. I was rude and a jerk. You're crying because I treated you like an employee. I admit that I was a shitty boss. How about we make our way back to the others and let me try to be a better person?" I stand up while pulling Mak with me. I would never have thought I would be a groomzilla. Weddings don't exactly pull the best out of people.

"You were being a jerk. I understand though." Mak smiles at me. His bright eyes tell me I haven't done any permanent damage. Hopefully Grey doesn't rip my fucking head off.

As we approach the others, Grey sweeps in to steal his husband from me. While Grey wipes Mak's vanishing tears, I smile at the sight of the two of them. There are literally no two people in this world that complement each other the way Grey and Mak do.

"We're done by the way." Mario breaks my voyeurism to announce that they have finished. Looking over the venue, I can see all of the hard work that created such an enchanted scene. They did amazing.

"Thank you all. It looks gorgeous. I'm sorry I was being unfair." I sheepishly look around the room for silent acknowledgements of my apology. I nod of everyone's heads confirms that no one is ready to murder me.

"Tomorrow is the big day. I think we all need to go home and get dressed. We have a bachelor party to attend." Kip fist bumps Martin which immediately makes me wonder how big the hangover tomorrow is going to be.

"Sounds like a plan. I will have Amelia pick Cara up right before we need to head out." Martin walks off after kissing both Grey and Mak. I wave at Martin. The shit eating grin on his face does not match the wink that he throws my way as he passes by me.

"I'm scared." Sebastian chuckles into my back as he whispers his fear.

"Me too, baby. Martin is never light on the partying. I don't think that tonight is going to be the exception." I shudder thinking of the copious amounts of alcoholic beverages that we will consume this evening.

"Mom is scheduled to bring the hangover cure in the morning. We just need to get through tonight. The wedding will seem light in comparison." Grey waves as he pulls Mak away with him. His words are not comforting. However, I am positive Grey did not mean for them to be.

When the venue is finally clear of all of my family members, I take a moment to relish in what I see before me. It's breathtaking. Every chair is in perfect alignment. There isn't a wilted flower in sight. The sun starts to fall asleep behind the canopy that rests above our altar. The cool wind makes her appearance as she gently breathes across my skin.

"Tomorrow will be magic." Seb's words reach my ears just as his hands settle onto my hips.

"It seems as though this life with you is nothing short of magic. Why would tomorrow be any different?" I close my eyes as my forehead lays softly against Sebastian's.

"I love you Mark Fletcher. I cannot wait to proudly announce you as my husband tomorrow and every day forward." Sebastian's words are everything that I have ever wanted to hear. Of course, I did not exactly imagine that I would be marrying a man. I never wrote the idea off either. Nonetheless, I am marrying the person that has been exactly what I needed each and every time I have needed it. Nobody could ask for more than that.

After a few moments of letting Sebastian's words seep into every bone in my body, I release his hold in order to move away. We have things to do. We also have forever to confirm our love for one another. Tomorrow is just the beginning of a beautiful life.

As if Seb could read my mind, he gently moves his hands to my back as he presses me forward. I take his cue with one last look at our stage for tomorrow. It truly is beautiful. It is every bit of magic that any one person could hope to have on the most important day of their life. My heart pinches at the thought of how I treated my friends and family. I really should not have taken the stresses of our wedding out on the very people that were working so hard to make it so special.

"I know what you are doing. Let us just get through tonight. You apologized already. Mak will not hold it against you. You know that kid has a special place in his heart just for you." Sebastian's words may have been meant to soothe me. However, they actually magnify the guilt. Mak is a special soul. Having a reserved space in his heart is exactly why I should never take the guy for granted in the first place.

Pushing the guilt to the side, I nod in agreement as we make our way towards the exit of the venue. We say goodbye and offer our appreciation to the owners as we pass through the foyer. By the time that we reach the car, a whole new set of worries begin to take ahold of me.

How the fuck am I supposed to say my vows with a god damned hangover? I swear if these fucktards get me so plastered that I embarrass myself. Well, there will be hell to pay.

"There is no use in worrying. You already know that we are going to struggle tomorrow. The best way to go into this is with the knowledge that we are the targets of Martin Parker." Seb laughs as if he is not the slightest bit afraid of that information. I guess he will learn tonight, no one wants to be a target of a Parker...