you for about an hour and then I’ll have you back to the young and hung; what do you say?”
“Okay, I’m so curious about what you’re up to that I’ll interrupt the bedroom Olympics just for you.”
“Great, see you at two.”
Dean walked into the living room and put his arm around Pat’s midsection.
“Listen, honey, something minor has come up and I need to meet Hank at two o’clock. It’ll only take about an hour or so.”
“Can’t it wait till tonight?”
“No, it’s police stuff, administrative crap that we forgot to do. It needs to be taken care of before Monday.”
“Okay, just don’t be all afternoon.”
“You got it, sweet pea,” Pat said as he kissed Dean on the head. “I’d better cut the lawn real quick before I dash out to meet Hank. You can dust or whatever,” Pat continued.
“Dust, my ass. I’m gonna sit my ass down on this sofa, drink my soda, and find an old movie to watch.”
“That’s fine with me, baby,” Pat said as he went to the storage shed to get the mower.
As he mowed the front and back yard, Pat was planning how the entire wedding thing was going to play out. He would go to the store this afternoon with Hank and look for rings. He was going to get Dean a big fat solitaire diamond for an engagement ring and simple bands for wedding day. He would ask Hank to be best man and ask about getting the time off from work.
Pat would pay all the expenses for Hank and Shawn to come to Boston and stay for a couple of days. It would not only be nice to have them there, but they needed witnesses for the wedding license. Now, when would be a good time to ask Dean to marry him? Should he do it on bended knee or at dinner somewhere? He would ask Hank about that too.
He finished mowing the lawn at 1:45, jumped into his cruiser and took off to pick up Hank. He never thought that he would ever get married, especially once he realized that he was gay. However, fate had changed all that—fate and the good liberals of America. It was now possible to marry the one you wanted to spend your life with—thanks to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts that started it all.
He pulled into the apartment parking lot, and Hank waived from the window so that Pat didn’t have to get out of the cruiser. As Pat waited for Hank to come down, Shawn came to the window shirtless, and waved down at Pat as well. Pat gave Shawn an admiring glance from the front seat of the cruiser and instantly felt guilty considering he was going to ask his own man to marry him.
Hank came out and got into the front seat. “Well, what are you up to now?” Hank wanted to know.
“Listen, I’ve decided to ask Dean to marry me, as in going to Massachusetts and getting a marriage license and the whole deal. I want to go look at rings at that diamond emporium next to the mall and I want your opinion.”
Hank whistled. “Marriage, wow. Sure, let’s go.”
“I also wanna ask you to be my best man and have you and Shawn come up to Boston with us for the wedding; what do you say? I’ll pay for everything.”
“Best man? Hell yeah, I’ll be your best man. I’d shoot your ass if you’d asked anyone else. Shawn will be thrilled when he hears this.”
“Well, I haven’t asked Dean yet, so please don’t tell Shawn until then, okay?”
“Sure buddy. You wanna have a ring when you ask, is that it?”
“You got it. Let’s get going.”
Chapter Five
It took a little over an hour to find exactly the ring that Pat wanted to give to Dean as an engagement ring. With Hank’s blessing, he chose a diamond solitaire that weighed a little over one carat and was almost flawless. The stone was set in 14-carat gold and looked magnificent.
As they left the store, Hank asked, “Why did this whole issue of getting married even come up? It’s not like the state of Maryland is going to recognize it.”
“I don’t know what came over me. I was sitting there thinking about how lucky I was to have such a beautiful man who
“Okay, I’m so curious about what you’re up to that I’ll interrupt the bedroom Olympics just for you.”
“Great, see you at two.”
Dean walked into the living room and put his arm around Pat’s midsection.
“Listen, honey, something minor has come up and I need to meet Hank at two o’clock. It’ll only take about an hour or so.”
“Can’t it wait till tonight?”
“No, it’s police stuff, administrative crap that we forgot to do. It needs to be taken care of before Monday.”
“Okay, just don’t be all afternoon.”
“You got it, sweet pea,” Pat said as he kissed Dean on the head. “I’d better cut the lawn real quick before I dash out to meet Hank. You can dust or whatever,” Pat continued.
“Dust, my ass. I’m gonna sit my ass down on this sofa, drink my soda, and find an old movie to watch.”
“That’s fine with me, baby,” Pat said as he went to the storage shed to get the mower.
As he mowed the front and back yard, Pat was planning how the entire wedding thing was going to play out. He would go to the store this afternoon with Hank and look for rings. He was going to get Dean a big fat solitaire diamond for an engagement ring and simple bands for wedding day. He would ask Hank to be best man and ask about getting the time off from work.
Pat would pay all the expenses for Hank and Shawn to come to Boston and stay for a couple of days. It would not only be nice to have them there, but they needed witnesses for the wedding license. Now, when would be a good time to ask Dean to marry him? Should he do it on bended knee or at dinner somewhere? He would ask Hank about that too.
He finished mowing the lawn at 1:45, jumped into his cruiser and took off to pick up Hank. He never thought that he would ever get married, especially once he realized that he was gay. However, fate had changed all that—fate and the good liberals of America. It was now possible to marry the one you wanted to spend your life with—thanks to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts that started it all.
He pulled into the apartment parking lot, and Hank waived from the window so that Pat didn’t have to get out of the cruiser. As Pat waited for Hank to come down, Shawn came to the window shirtless, and waved down at Pat as well. Pat gave Shawn an admiring glance from the front seat of the cruiser and instantly felt guilty considering he was going to ask his own man to marry him.
Hank came out and got into the front seat. “Well, what are you up to now?” Hank wanted to know.
“Listen, I’ve decided to ask Dean to marry me, as in going to Massachusetts and getting a marriage license and the whole deal. I want to go look at rings at that diamond emporium next to the mall and I want your opinion.”
Hank whistled. “Marriage, wow. Sure, let’s go.”
“I also wanna ask you to be my best man and have you and Shawn come up to Boston with us for the wedding; what do you say? I’ll pay for everything.”
“Best man? Hell yeah, I’ll be your best man. I’d shoot your ass if you’d asked anyone else. Shawn will be thrilled when he hears this.”
“Well, I haven’t asked Dean yet, so please don’t tell Shawn until then, okay?”
“Sure buddy. You wanna have a ring when you ask, is that it?”
“You got it. Let’s get going.”
Chapter Five
It took a little over an hour to find exactly the ring that Pat wanted to give to Dean as an engagement ring. With Hank’s blessing, he chose a diamond solitaire that weighed a little over one carat and was almost flawless. The stone was set in 14-carat gold and looked magnificent.
As they left the store, Hank asked, “Why did this whole issue of getting married even come up? It’s not like the state of Maryland is going to recognize it.”
“I don’t know what came over me. I was sitting there thinking about how lucky I was to have such a beautiful man who
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