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***Grey's POV***

How my baby managed to pull off this day so quickly is beyond me. I stand in front of a mirror with trembling hands. I don't get nervous. For Mak, I'm everything I never thought to be.

My heart is full and so damn happy. I don't know how we got here exactly but, I'm going to be thanking a lot of heavenly angels for a very long time.

"You look amazing." Mom walks up to me and kisses my cheek. She runs her hands over my jacket and straightens my bow.

"Mr. Parker, you always knew how to wear a tux." I nod in agreement. I do look good. Sans the profuse perspiration.

"Don't be nervous. It's Mak." Mark claps me on the back. My mind says it's Mak. My heart screams it's fucking MAK!

"Mom. Please tell me everything is a go." I stare at her intently. I planned a surprise for my love. I pray it all works out.

"Everyone knows. The change up will be executed perfectly. Stop stressing." I smile and kiss her cheek.

"Do you have your vows?" Dad walks in and he smiles like a god.

"I memorized them." I nod and hug him, long and tight.

"About forty five minutes. Any last minute things we need?" Kip stands before me. His massive body is testing the thread count in his tux.

"Just make sure your boyfriend gets my fiancé to that altar. I know they partied last night." I groan thinking of the hangover Mak is going to have.

God knows I drank enough water to hydrate Africa.

"Mario is responsible." Kip chuckles and goes to the room across the hall. We are doing the traditional bull shit. I haven't seen him in 36 hours. 36 long, torturous hours.

"Let's make head way towards the limo." Dad grabs my hand and holds it. My palm is so sweaty. They both are.

As we approach, I straighten my lapels. I take a huge breath and slide into the cool leather seats. Thank god for air conditioning.

The ride to the park is slow. I haven't seen a single thing. Mak wanted me to get the full effect of all of his hard work.

The limo stops and I breathe through the knots in my stomach. The park if fucking gorgeous. We walk slowly through the canopy of trees. The shades of gold and orange are warming, mesmerizing.

We stop along the way, a photographer taking still shots. I smile on cue and pray that it looks genuine. It is. I'm just really anxious.

It takes a while to get to the destination. I feel a lot less anxiety once my feet touch the grass. The area is perfect. Spectacular.

Rows of white chairs are on either side of a white satin aisle. At the end caps sit eccentric jars filled with an array of candles. The sun is setting, the flames glowing under the disappearing rays.

Guests are showing up in large numbers, everyone taking a seat. I smile and wave. I lean down and kiss distant relatives. My attention goes to the altar.

A beautiful arch of ornate white flowers stands in front of the Bethesda Fountain. The water flows lightly from the bottom. It's a sight to behold. A wedding made for gods.

I walk with careful steps around the outside of the set up, making my way towards my appointed place. When my feet near my mark, I smile and take the few that remain. Turning towards the audience, I stare over the crowd.

So many people are here to witness the best day of my life.

I wipe gently under my eyes, unable to contain the intense tears that have built up.

"It's stunning." Mark whispers and pads his thumbs under my eyes.

"He really did everything perfect." My heart is so full of life and joy for my soon to be husband.

"Please tell me that Alex has the rings." I can feel my nerves fraying.

"Alex." Mark cups his hands over his mouth and yells over the noise.

Alex smiles, waves and holds the box up in the air. He is across the way and still knows what I need. Reassurance. I don't want to ruin Mak's perfect day.

The Justice of the Peace smiles as he takes his place.

Fuck. It's about to happen.

I watch as everyone takes their seats.

Mark leaves me. He takes his place next to Seb. Mario grasps Kip's hand firmly as they take their place in line.

Alex and Gavin stand in the back farthest from me. They are waiting for their time.

The music starts softly. Pachelbel's Canon plays and I know I need more fucking tissues. This god damned boy.

I keep my eyes on the aisle, smiling while watching Mark guide Seb down.

I can't wait until I walk down their aisle.

As they separate, Mark places a kiss on Seb's cheek with watery eyes. Fuck all of them.

Mario leads Kip and they look like two secret service agents. A small chuckle leaves my lips. Too funny.

Once Mario and Mark stand in place, with Seb and Kip in their spots, the show begins.

I laugh heartily as flower petals come showering down from the air onto the aisle in front of Alex and Gavin.

That kid is amusing. He looks like a god damned flower girl. His hips sashay and he smiles like an angel. He tosses the petals over their backs and in front of them in rotation. It's raining roses.

My heart thunders in my chest as they part. They both take a seat in the second row. It's what is behind them that takes my breath from my body.

"Fuck!" The word comes out and I don't bother trying to stop it. My lips start moving, trembling.

He looks incredible. God. He's mine.

My hands grip one another in front of me harshly. It's like they know I'm about to bolt down the aisle and swoop that sexy man off his feet. I feel my body leaning forward. I'm not gonna be able to stop myself.

I shake as my feet move infinitesimally.

"Stay." Mark whispers with a light chuckle.

I don't even care that he is making commands like I'm a dog.

Another centimeter. I shuffle forward.

"God damn it. Stay." Mark grips my hip and digs his finger tips in.

Mom stands on Mak's left. Dad has his arm wrapped around his waist to his left.

"Mine." I breathe out.

Jesus. Start walking already.

The music slows and tapers off. I'm literally holding on by a very thin, weak thread.

"Mario." Mark pleads for help.

An inch. I move again. I drag Mark forward. I have no intention of staying in that spot.

I catch Mario's eyes as he glares at me while trying not to laugh.

I move again. Another inch closer.

I look up and Dad is glaring.

That halts my steps. I nod lightly and attempt to finally stay still.

The music picks up. I hear it and cover my face. I fucking can't. I hurriedly remove my hands, finding the only focus I need. Mak winks at me and I pray to God in heaven that my jacket is long enough.

His smile is blinding. He is a fucking vision of absolute perfection.

He walks slowly to the soft hum of the instrumental piece. Every step carries him closer. I'm going to kiss his lips off that gorgeous face.

My fingers open and close. I swing my hands lightly, moving them out in front of me.

It takes a year for Mak to stand before me. I breathe him in like fresh air.

"I love you." I blurt the words out as Dad places Mak's hand in mine. I squeeze it and rub my thumb over his wrist.

"I love you." Mak whispers. His face colors with a light pink hue of rose.

He wants me to misbehave. I can tell.

Dad and mom kiss my cheeks. They kiss Mak's and move to their seats in the front row. I can feel my arms trembling. I wrap my left one around my baby's waist and hold his right hand with my own. We face the minister.

"To be able to choose love is one of our most sacred rights. A decision that should be taken with great consideration for the responsibility of another's soul and happiness. We are gathered today because Greyson Parker and Makil Oliver have contemplated the weight of that choice and they choose love. Two lives become one in an unyielding bond between two people. One life, one focus and only one journey from this day forward." The minister gives us a small smile and I return it quickly.

"It's traditional to read from the book provided to guide you in making vows that will be the foundation for your walk with one another. However, I have been informed that Mak would rather say things from the heart. With that, I turn the ceremony over, temporarily, to our grooms. Grey you may start." I nod my head and turn to the love of my life.

"You call me a god. But, I feel like I am unworthy. The love you have for me and the utter faith you put in me is astounding. I promise to be worthy. I swear I will spend every day of our life making you see how precious you are to me. Before you, I didn't look for anyone. I was not looking for you. That's how it happens. You wake up and some higher power decides that someone is going to come in and accept you for every flaw, every weakness, all your imperfections. Thank the heavens those above did. My life has been nothing short of amazing with you in it. On this day, I vow to love you unwaveringly, unconditionally and for eternity. Mak you are my forever. You are my heart. You are my everything. I love you. Thank you for choosing me." I breathe out and take a huge gulp of air, thankful I didn't fuck it up.

"Greyson Parker. You are a god. My god. A god is someone who you look to when you can't find strength within yourself to move forward. A god leads you and guides you in every step, even when walking seems too heavy a task. I didn't think to look for you. Honestly, I would have never thought I could find a man like you in existence. You have been beside me and have held all my shattering pieces together. You are a godsend. My gift. Every ounce of my body was made for your perfect love. You fill me and complete me. In this world, and beyond even that, I could never picture another who could fill your shoes. On this day I vow to forgive easily, love hard and fight harder. I will be your strength and you will be my only weakness. With you, I can be anything, do anything and live freely as myself. I couldn't ask for more. So, I promise to be your love and walk through our life with my head held high. Maybe even a little smug. You have given me your heart, shared your friends and offered me your family. Today I take your name and keep it eternally. I love you from the tips of my toes to the top of my head and every inch in between. You are mine. Grey, thank you for choosing me." Mak obviously wins. I can't even. I just stare at him as my tears crawl slowly over my cheek bones.

"May we have the rings?" The minister hands each of us our bands. Mine is a simple platinum band. Mak has a shock coming.

I carefully take the ring and hide it in the palm of my hand.

"Repeat after me. With this ring I thee wed." Mak slides my ring onto my finger and plays with the band between his delicate fingers.

I slip the ring on his finger while whispering the words. I finally remove my hand and let my love see what I have had made for him.

"No." Mak's hand trembles. His lips quivering and eyes filling with fat tears, begging to escape.

"I love you." I squeeze his hand in confirmation.

"I love you. It's perfect." Mak bounces on his toes. He's ready. Me too.

"By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss your groom." That's all I need.

I dramatically sweep Mak off one of his feet and bend him backwards in my arms. I cradle his face and descend on my world. I take him hungrily. An all consuming kiss mends our lips together as his fingers dig into my jaws.

I don't bother being shy and wrap my tongue around his. I push and move his warm appendage until I taste every inch of delicious flesh.

When I have no more breath in my body, I stand him up, inhale and kiss him sweetly.

"I love you baby." I whisper against his lips.

"I love you Daddy. Can we get a quickie in before the reception?" I chuckle as he pants. His hair is disheveled and he looks like I meal I want devour.

"Meet me in the limo." I grip his chin and steal one more kiss as the minister dismisses us.