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***Mak's POV***

After a brief rendezvous in the limo, we were off to the hotel again. We make our way to Grey's room and quickly get freshened up. I trade out my slacks for skinny jeans. I also swap my tux and bow tie for a black suede jacket. Grey removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt. He replaces it with a back up white collared shirt.

I slip my hands up my husband's chest and unbutton a few of the buttons, leaving his chest peeking through for my entertainment.

"I love you, Mr. Parker." I stand on my tip toes and kiss his lips. He has made my life perfect.

"I love you too, Mr. Parker." Grey is greedy. His hands meet my hair and he consumes me. I can't fucking wait for the honeymoon.

As he lets me go, slightly, I smile at his perfections

"Thank you for this ring, Daddy. It's stunning." My eyes land on the ring that symbolizes our union.

The band is platinum with a huge diamond in the center. On either side of the stone, Grey has the words Daddy's Prince. I don't know why, but the claim makes me feel even more tied to him.

Grey grips my hand and pulls me out the door. We go towards the ball room where everyone will be awaiting our arrival.

Although I'm excited for the main event, the honeymoon, I also want to spend time with our friends and family.

We arrive and stand outside the doors waiting for our cue to come in. Daddy Parker goes in first and closes the door behind him. Grey and I take a step back and wait.

The announcement filters through the speakers welcoming the two Mr. Parkers.

I love the name. Absolutely, I am in love with it.

"Ready, baby?" Grey kisses me softly and we walk down the main aisle between the tables. Everything is magical, pure perfection.

We walk straight to the dance floor. My husband turns me out while holding my hand. He shows me off like he won some sort of fantastic prize. Maybe he did. However, I feel like the lucky one.

Grey pulls me in and wraps his arm around my back, our joined hands rest between our two heart beats. The music starts and we sway gently in the center of the floor. Everyone's eyes are probably focused on us. I can't look away from my husband. He's stunning. He's ethereal. A smile easily becomes my permanent expression.

I recognize the first cords, the instrumental piece leads way to what will be Connie Talbot singing I would.

"I love this song." I whisper the words while staring into Grey's chocolate eyes.

Grey bends down and kisses me softly, a smile plays on his lips.

The chords pick up and Grey spins me out. I look around as he lets me go. My mind wondering why he would do such a thing.

The lyrics move thru the air and I know for a fucking fact that Connie isn't singing that song. That voice is familiar. It's beautiful and raw. Live.

Never known my hands to shake
Never had my heart beat so fast
Finally found the words to say
But I'm scared you won't say them back
Wish that you could read my mind
So you could see what's locked up inside
Could I ask a couple questions
Before the moment passes us by?

I can't. I can't even speak. My heart thuds to a dull standstill. My eyes fill with tears and my feet lead me before I can even say a word. I rush my best friend. My hands wrap around her and I squeeze for dear life. This girl was my everything in college.

She held my hand through every scary moment when I had nothing at all. Absolutely no one.

"I missed you Mak." Lani kisses my cheek and smiles down as she continues singing. I pull her to me and finish my dance as she sings the words that describe Grey's and my love so perfectly.

When the song ends I grab her tightly by the hand and pull her towards all my friends.

"Whoever did this, thank you. Everything is so fucking perfect. Oh god, thank you." I pull Grey close and he gives me a wink.

"Did you do this, Daddy?" My heart melts when he nods his head.

"You're so perfect. Oh God. You are so absolutely wonderful." I leap into his arms, my head burying in his shoulder.

God, this man.

"Don't cry, love." Grey rubs my back while the tears spill.

"I'm so happy." I lean away from him and smile so he won't be worried.

"It's time to dance with my son. You can cry later." Amelia stands, waiting. I move so she can have Grey's hand.

"You're next. Don't go far." Amelia waves and as Grey whisks her around the dance for to Callum Scott's No Matter What.

"Come, dance with your Father N Law." Daddy Parker pulls my hand and I giggle as he leads us in circles around Grey. He's definitely showing off.

"Mak, you are everything I have ever pictured in my son's life. This is a very happy day. I hope that you realize that we love you just as much as our son. If you need to talk, a hug or to vent because my son did something stupid, just call. Hell, come over. Our home is yours. Thank you for making his dreams come true." Daddy Parker makes me a sobbing mess.

I nod my head and lean against his shoulder. He slows our steps and cradles my head to his chest.

"I love you guys. Thank you for accepting me, fighting for me and for supporting me. Even when I didn't know it, your family was helping me." I look around when the song stops. We swap partners and I take Amelia into my arms.

"God, if you get any cuter I'm going to have to eat you up." Amelia squeals and kisses my cheeks.

"Someone has to be the cute one. You got beautiful on lock down. Grey and Martin have the sexy beast trademark." I laugh when she nods agreeably.

"Is this the most beautiful wedding? Mak it's so gorgeous. I couldn't think of anything as amazing as this. You did good." Amelia twirls under my arm and I bring her back to my chest.

"We did great. Thank you for all your help." I kiss her cheek and pass her back to Martin.

Grey grips my hip and pulls me close. He sways gently and runs his fingers through my hair before descending on my lips. I love the taste of him.

"I love you baby. You are so incredible. I'm so fucking happy." Grey cups my chin and kisses me once more.

"I love you Daddy. So very much. I am so happy to be your husband." I snuggle into his embrace. We dance until the song ends and head to the table for dinner, speeches, cake and all the good stuff.

"Welp, you fucked up Grey." Mark stands up and tinkers his glass with the fancy silverware.

"Grey made the enormous mistake of making me best man. So, you will all be a privy to classified information from our childhood." I giggle. This should be great.

"Greyson Parker, who would have guessed that the awkward thirteen year old would have grown into Manhattan's hottest bachelor. From spider man pajamas and tighty whities, to the man you see before you. Braces and muscles can turn any ugly duckling into a fucking swan." Mark chuckles and Grey glares.

"High School was a blast with this guy. We had our share of women throwing themselves at us. For Grey that meant nothing. For me, well thanks Grey for being my wingman. Double the pleasure, double the fun. For me. Grey didn't denounce his preference however, he wasn't one to spill his personal facts either. That lead to a lot of disappointment for the cheerleaders, girls track team and of course every other breathing female within a fifty mile radius. I had a lot of hearts to mend. It's no secret I was a playboy." Mark winks at Sebastian who looks a little less than amused.

"Either way, College was better. I got to party beside this hot piece of ass. Unfortunately, he was still gay and extremely attractive to boot. Grey spent all his time in class, the library or the gym. Being the good best friend I am, I followed him to the gym. Fuck class and studying. College is about partying. I did manage to get Grey to a few of those. That's where this is going." Mark takes a sip from his glass and smiles wickedly at my husband.

"My best friend cared nothing for the humans that threw themselves his way. Women were all over him and men were intimidated. He never complained, while he was sober. Intoxicated Grey had a heart that sat on his sleeve. Many times he would silently look around the room. The impression being that he was lonely. However, he wanted to be successful and didn't intend on letting a relationship stop him. I would take a depressed Grey back to our apartment and lie beside him while he internalized his feelings. This went on all through college. As he got ahold of his Dad's company, his mind and body were occupied with work and he delved in head first. He had no time for anything outside of basketball and being the best fucking CEO in Manhattan." Mark turns to us and I know he has a point.

"That all changed the day he met Makil Oliver." Mark looks at me and his eyes shine with adoration.

"God, if I could have pushed them together sooner, I would have. Everything has a time and place under the sun though. Mak came in like a welcomed flood. His presence washed away the lonely days of Mr. CEO, filling them with something other worldly. I can't take credit for much in my life, but I'm taking credit for this. The reason being, it's Mak Fucking Oliver." Mark breathes deeply and I know he's about to catch his feelings.

"This kid. If any of you had a single clue what he was, what he went through and how he became the amazing fucking man before you, you would be even more impressed. Life didn't hand him roses before taking him through a garden of thorns. His heart is incredibly warm, forgiving and down right pure. I have never witnessed anyone just like him. I don't think another exists." Mark wipes a tear and Grey rubs his fingers under my eyes.

"Mak. You're nothing but spectacular. But, even more than that, you brought us all an abundance of love like no other. You make our lives more enriched. The love you have for Grey is a testimony. In this world, you are rarely blessed to see two people who are so in tune with one another. Like a perfectly timed machine, you work with each other, for each other and somehow you still manage to fit so much more room for everyone around you. You are more than we could have ever dreamed of for our best friend, employer and loved one. This is the beginning of something that has already been a pleasure to experience. To both of you, with love from the bottom of our hearts, congratulations." Mark couldn't sit before he is embraced tightly by me and Gray.

"I love you Mark." I kiss his cheek and run my hand down his neck. My forehead meets his and I close my eyes. He is a damn gem.

"Okay. Thanks for that you long winded bastard. Now sit down. I have somethings to say." Mario stands up and I smile brightly while sitting back down beside Gray.

"First, let me share my moment with Mak's best gal friend. She has spent enough time without him and she wants a moment of reflection." Mario steps to the side. Lani smiles and lifts her champagne flute towards us.

"Grey, I don't know you. But, if that smile on Mak's face is any indication, you're top notch. Thank you for making my best friend have such an impenetrable smile." Grey nods and leans over, taking a moment to kiss me sweetly.

"Mak. We've seen some tough times. You have been through a shit storm, but here you are. I'm going to attribute that to three factors: Love, Friendship and downright ferocity. You have always been a breath of fresh air and a shoulder to cry on. Even when you attempted to fall, you found away to bring yourself up higher. That, my dear friend, is strength. In college, I watched you struggle after courageously breaking free from the shackles of your parents. I saw every late night, how exhausted you became in living all together. I worried for you. I prayed that someday, the gods above would reward you for your heroism and strength of character. I see that prayer was answered, abundantly. I heard your whispered wishes, on those shooting stars. You didn't ask for wealth. No, not you. Of course. I heard you ask for love, a family and a place to call home. Who would have guessed you would have found it all in one place? Watching you walk down that aisle, with love and excitement shining brightly, was the best moment of my life. You're my brother. I wanted and want nothing but happiness for you. You deserve it. May all your dreams become a reality. May you always continue to light the path for others, even when you aren't aware that you are their beacon of hope and their pillar of strength. May you never lose that essence that makes you truly invaluable to anyone who dares to open their heart for you. I love you. I'm so very proud of you. Congratulations." I don't even get up. I just open my arms and cry when she lands in my lap.

"Love you Lanikins. To Jupiter and back. You are one of a kind." I kiss her cheek and hug her to my body.

"Yeah, going last was obviously a mistake." Mario huffs and rolls his eyes. He runs his hand down his face. Once he's done with the theatrics, he chuckles. His smile is the brightest I have ever seen it.

"Grey, it's been a long journey. We've watched you from near and stalkerishly afar. It's been more than a pleasure to serve you. I hope to being so for a very long time. We have done so much, seen too much and been through enough for a damn lifetime. I wouldn't trade places with anyone ever, you have truly been a best friend and an incredible boss. I love you and I thank you for taking me on this journey we call life." Mario gives a wink to my husband and turns his attention to me.

"Just look at us, Mak. The tank and the kitten." Mario chuckles, as we all do, when Grey shoots champagne out of his nose.

"Asshole." Grey growls. A smile breaking his false annoyance.

"Who would have guessed Doogie Howser would waltz in an office building and knock the pants, literally, off of Greyson Parker?" I snort. He's a dick.

"Who could have imagined, that same kid would burrow his way into so many hearts irrevocably? That you, Mak Oliver, would quickly become the glue that holds us all together." Mario takes a seat in front of me. He holds the mic below his chin, elbows on his knees. He looks like he's bracing for impact.

"You literally climbed mountains to pull Mark and Sebastian back together. You relished in my happiness when Kip finally came to his senses." Mario turns with a smirk and blows a kiss at his boyfriend.

"You showed us all what tenacity and courage can give you. You proved that just because life has a way of pushing you to the ground, you don't have to accept that fate. You faced demons and you won. Mak you are, very much, my little brother. I thank God that he brought you into all of our lives. I'm so proud to call you a friend. You aren't gifted many opportunities to meet greatness. Here we are in the presence of a true stellar example of a hero. You may not see it that way, but I assure you, we do. You've been nothing shy of perfection. I look forward to the second half of this story. I can't wait for your kids to call me Uncle. I am excited to see you dance at my own wedding. Mak, in all this life, I have never been so thankful for someone to look after. You make life better. I love you, kid. I love you so fucking much. Thank you for being you and sharing that with all of us. To blessings, long lives, enduring love and a future family. Congratulations Grey and Mak."

Mario must have known I was coming for him. His arms open wide and I land straight in his lap. I couldn't say a thing. No words could possibly mean what they should. Instead, I place my hand over his heart and stare at him. I pray that he feels what his words did to me and for me.

"Thank you Mario. We love you too." Grey embraces the both of us. I wasn't ready to let go. This has been an amazing night already and it has only just begun.