BRIAN'S POV

After giving Justin one last hug or kiss, everyone went their separate ways. As we looped arms, I led him to the Jeep.

It was a long ride—but finally, we stopped. "We're home," I said, as I leaned over and gave Justin a tender kiss.

Blinking his eyes, Justin stretched and yawned, before raising his seat to its original position. "I've missed it here so much," he admitted, as I came around to help him out.

"And I've missed having you here so much," I replied, taking him in my arms and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. "It's been too long since I woke up to your Sunshine smile."

I went to the back of the Jeep, retrieving first my suitcase, then—I still groaned when I saw it—Justin's walker. But he just smiled, opened it, and headed into the house as if it were nothing.

A few minutes later, I heard him cry out: "Holy s***!"

"What is it, Justin?" I ran into the house, wondering what he'd seen.

When I joined him, I couldn't believe my eyes. Britin Manor looked—well, it looked more beautiful than we could ever have imagined. It had been cleaned up, the fireplace was roaring, and—most of all—luxurious furniture had been moved in!

We explored every room, just awestruck by what we saw. Bedrooms with satin sheets on the beds, bathrooms with actual bathtubs!

Our little tour took an unexpected delay when I heard Justin sobbing in the next room. Hurrying to his side, I was floored. There—just for him—was a brand-new graphics tablet!

And next to it, a card—which read:

"Dear Brian and Justin,

"Think of this as our wedding present to you! May you have many long and happy years ahead!

"We love you!"

And everyone had signed it—even Jennifer!

"Oh, Brian," he said, holding me close, "just look at it!"

"I see," I laughed, kissing the tears away. "They certainly knew what you wanted!"

Suddenly, we heard a commotion outside. Looking to see what it was, we saw everyone waving and motioning for us to join them—out by the pool! Coming downstairs and out the door, we were there in minutes.

Apparently, the surprises didn't end there—when we got there, we both gasped—the backyard had been transformed into a wedding fantasy!

"Surprise!"

We were both speechless—it was more than we could've ever dreamed!

"So," Debbie said, as we all exchanged hugs, "what do you think?"

"When did you find time to do all this?" I wanted to know.

"Just before we came to New York to be with you two," was Michael's reply.

"But we lit the fire just before you got in," Debbie laughed.

"The graphics tablet was for Justin," Jennifer smiled.

"But," Justin said, grinning up at me, "I may let you use it every once in a while."

We all laughed, and I took Justin in a hug and kissed him.

"And I wonder why we call you Sunshine," I said, grinning, as I ruffled his hair.

There was no time to waste—everything looked so wonderful, I didn't want to wait any longer.

But—there was still the matter of—the walker.

Setting it off to the side, I smiled while Justin just looked back at it, panicking.

"Come on," I encouraged him. "You don't want to walk down the aisle with it, do you?"

"No," Justin said, looking at me again, "of course not."

"Then come on," I said, grinning, helping him to an upright position, "walk to me."