The office was abuzz with more conversation than ever. The engagement was obviously not a secret. Page Six picked it up and had it published by the end of the day:

New York City's Most Desired Man Officially Off the Market: Craig Tucker Proposes to Boyfriend on the Corner of Pine and Wall Street for All to See!

Everyone was passing the article around the office the next day…and even the day after that…and for the rest of the week.

Come Monday, the buzz in the office was louder than ever.

"Morning, Mr. Tucker!"

"Do you need anything to drink? To eat?"

"You have some papers on hand! Do you need any copies made?"

"Mr. Tucker, your tie is crooked!"

No one had pointed out things like that before, but he made sure to give a nod of his head to make sure those he passed understood he was listening to them.

Meanwhile, on the thirty-second floor, Eric Cartman paced around the meeting room with an irritated look etched across his face.

"He's late."

"Eric, the man has a lot going on in his life right now." Kyle sighed out, taking the time to enjoy the cup of coffee he got on the way over.

"Just because he's engaged now doesn't give him the excuse to treat us like this!"

"Well Eric, lets recall the last time we were here. You said racist remarks towards him, insinuated he was a drug smuggler because he's a recovering cocaine addict and Latino, and you basically questioned his integrity and work ethic because he was absent for two months to get healthier," His eyes narrowed with frustration towards his business partner. "I don't think Craig Tucker should even give you the time of day anymore, but here he is…doing just that."

Eric plopped down in Craig's usual seat, groaning loudly as he tossed his papers onto the table.

"I get the feeling you don't want to even be doing business right now."

"Oh, I want to do business, Eric! Just not with you."

"What do you-?!"

Kyle looked up as the door opened, eyes widening as he quickly stood up.

"M-Mr. Tucker!"

"Well Christ! It's about damn time you-Mr. T-Tucker!"

Thomas gave a small hum as he looked between Kyle and Eric.

"Gentlemen."

"You-we-oh my god-we were expecting Craig!" Cartman stammered out, quickly moving out of the head seat and to his usual spot next to Kyle.

"I know you were, but Craig won't be coming in for some time."

"What?! Is he okay?!" Kyle asked.

"Craig is fine! Something came up that he needs to take care of, so I'll be popping in from time to time to check on everything. Make sure this place hasn't been run into the ground."

Kyle blinked a bit as the girl from the front desk walked in, a grin on her face as she proudly sat at the head of the table.

"Hello boys." She practically purred, propping her feet up on the edge of the table.

"Who-wait a minute-what's going on?!" Cartman gritted out.

"Oh, was I not clear?" Thomas put his hands on the back of Tricia's chair, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. "This is Tricia, my daughter. She'll be running this place in her brother's absence and I'll just be checking in on things. Guide her along if you will."

Tricia grinned up at her dad as she sat up a little straighter, long legs still perched on the table as she put her notepad in her lap.

"Thanks dad! I got this now."

With one last kiss to the cheek, Thomas left the room to go sit in Craig's office. Well…his old office, but Craig earned the right to call it his office.

"Tricia, I'm Kyle and this-"

"Eric Cartman and Kyle Broflovski. You own the property in which we brew our tequila and you also have been trying to buy into the brand. Am I wrong?"

Blinking a few times, Kyle found himself smiling as he shook his head.

"Not wrong at all."

"This is ridiculous! Look, missy," Eric stood up and gave an insincere smile towards Tricia. "I don't mean to sound rude here, but do you really know what you're talking about? You're the receptionist! I've never even seen your eyes since you always have that nose of yours in your phone. So why don't you get those expensive shoes off the table and go ask your daddy to come back in here and do business with us?"

The look of utter disgust and disbelief on Kyle's face was priceless to Tricia. She could tell he absolutely loathed his business partner, so she smiled and put her feet on the ground. As she stood up, Cartman's face wavered only slightly as he quickly realized that being tall runs in the Tucker family.

"Eric, right?" He nodded. "Why don't you grab your things and leave, hm? I'm sure Kyle and I are more equipped to handle business, anyways. Don't think I don't know what you said to my brother. What you said about our family. What was it you said exactly? That drug addiction ran in the family? That we probably grew up practicing how to smuggle drugs?" She grinned at him, flipping her red hair over her shoulder as she tugged the door open. "Bye-bye!"

Kyle watched as Eric swore under his breath as he rushed out the door, Tricia listening for the elevator before she shut the door. It was a little intimidating being alone in the room with Tricia Tucker, considering he can see the resemblance between her and Craig every time she turns her head. Their profile was so similar and the way they carried themselves was just like their father.

"I-I'm sorry for him…" Once again, he found himself apologizing on Eric's behalf to a Tucker.

"Work for us."

"I-I'm sorry?"

Tricia sat back down in her chair; notebook set aside as she hummed.

"Craig offered you a job if you ever needed it, right? Davíd told me he gave his card to you."

"Oh! Y-yeah, he did."

"Kyle, Craig doesn't give his business card out like that to anybody," A pause. "I think Eric can manage a piece of property on his own. It's not like we're ever late on our rent to you two."

The comment made Kyle laugh quietly, head leaning back against his chair as he thought a moment.

"I…have been thinking about it lately. He's just…insufferable."

"I've known since the first time you both walked in here he was insufferable. My face may be down towards my phone a lot, but I listen." She laughed. Kyle smiled as he tapped his fingers against his knee. He nibbled on his lip as he thought, head eventually nodding as he looked at her.

"Yeah," He swallowed hard. "Yeah, I'll come work for you guys." The second time he said it sounded so right, sounded like something he's needed to say for so long. And by the bright smile on Tricia's face, Kyle knew he had made the right decision.

"Oh god, Craig is going to be so excited! Wow, first day as CEO and I'm already making big moves." Tricia said through laughter. That reminded Kyle:

"Where is Craig, anyways?"

Tricia blinked as she had forgotten that no one else but her parents, Tweek's parents, and Bebe knew where the pair were. She smiled as she bit the inside of her cheek to stop from spilling her brother's business, so she stuck to what her father had said.

"He had some personal matters to take care of. Craig's okay! He just…needed some time out of the office."

"…Is Tweek with him?"

Tricia just smiled.

The sunlight felt nice against his skin as he sipped at his morning coffee, Craig sighing as he looked out over the ledge of the balcony towards the ocean. They weren't all that high off the ground, so he didn't have any qualms about being so close to the edge. He looked over the morning newspaper for anything of interest but…he can't read Italian.

"You're up early."

He looked up at the sound of Tweek's voice, smiling as he immediately walked over and made himself comfortable in Craig's lap.

"I slept well last night."

"That's a first," Tweek muttered, placing lazy kisses along Craig's neck and shoulder as he tried to wake himself up. "You're always so restless."

Craig's arms wrapped around Tweek a little tighter with each kiss pressed against his skin, eyes closing as he nuzzled his nose into the blonde curls near him.

"I don't have anything to worry about…everything is just…perfect."

Craig couldn't remember who had the idea, but it didn't matter considering both himself and Tweek were more than willing to do it. After their dinner with the Tweak's the day after they got engaged, they went home to Craig's and started talking about traveling, about wishing to go back to Europe to have another romantic getaway to celebrate their engagement.

Then Tweek started looking at airline tickets. He found a flight to Italy that left that Saturday night and was relatively inexpensive (not that money was an issue).

Then Craig got the tickets, which led to the rest of the week being crazy and hectic since they had two days to pack and wrap up any loose ends since they were planning on spending at least a month in Italy.

But on the flight, they started having another conversation, one that Tweek mentioned as a little joke, but Craig loved the idea of it.

"Wouldn't it be funny if we eloped? Like could you imagine us just…coming back after we dropped everything and left and surprise! We got married in Italy and didn't tell anyone!"

And that's what they did.

They found a quiet church that was decorated beautifully with old artwork, but immediately feeling an odd connection to the place despite having no real religious affiliation. A priest had walked out to find them sitting amongst the pews with their heads tilted back to admire the ceiling.

"Italiano?" Craig jumped a bit at the voice nearby, looking down to see a priest standing a few rows up.

"English."

"Ah! Americano?"

"Si, si."

"What do you think of the art?"

"It's very beautiful!" Tweek said with a smile, voice hushed to not disrupt the other visitors. Craig smiled at Tweek's enthusiasm, looking at the priest.

"How old is this place?"

"Very old. Eh, built around 400 AD."

"And it's lasted this long?" Tweek asked.

"Lots of love in here."

The statement made Tweek look at Craig, but Craig was already looking at Tweek with a smile on his face.

"Um…are you ordained?"

"Like…marriage?"

"Si! We-ah-we just got engaged about five days ago and we just…want to do it. We want to get married." He explained. Craig put his hand on the small of his back as they stood, the priest watching them for a moment. Looking between the two men once more, he hummed as he closed his eyes before turning and motioning for them to follow.

"Come, come."

It's been almost one week now, and they wouldn't change a single thing that's happened so far.

"We should have a small ceremony when we get back still," Tweek rested his chin on Craig's shoulder, legs wrapped around his waist and fingers running up and down his spine gently. "I-I've always wanted to shop for a beautiful wedding outfit. I always said I wanted coutour and-and I have enough money put away that-"

"Tweek," Craig pressed a kiss to his forehead. "A ceremony sounds wonderful. You wouldn't pay for your own wedding outfit."

"But-!"

"Hey," Tilting his chin up, Craig smiled at Tweek as he ran his thumb over his jaw. "You're my husband now…let me spoil you."

The word still felt so foreign on his lips, but it sounded so right every time he said it.

"Craig," Tweek whispered, nuzzling into the touch as it drifted up to his cheek. "You don't have to do that."

"I'm aware. I want to," A pause. "Now I'm just New York's richest man, considering you took away the desired part of that."

The sentence made Tweek laugh, a grin sprawled across his face as he pressed his lips to Craig's. His morning coffee lingered as they slowly pressed against one another to kiss deeper. Every kiss has felt like the first since marriage, Tweek noticed. Or maybe it was the sounds of the Amalfi Coast lulling him into this sense of romance that made everything around him the most intense and wonderful feeling.

"Do you remember Paris?" Tweek whispered against Craig's lips after a minute. He felt a hum against his lips as Craig pulled away, but he was still close enough that Tweek could feel breath he took against his cheek.

"How could I forget Paris?"

"Not saying you could or did, but…I just have the same feeling in my stomach now as I did then."

"And what would that be?"

"…Absolute peace…happiness…adoration and love…disbelief."

Craig smiled as he felt Tweek's fingers twist around his hair, tilting his head back as his husband seemed to be inspecting his face.

"Disbelief? Why is that?"

"That a guy like you would ever love a guy like me."

Tweek watched Craig's throat bob as he swallowed, tilting his head back down as Tweek ran his fingertip down his forehead and over the curve of his nose. Tweek always loved how his nose had a slight bump to it.

"You still think that?"

He shrugged his shoulders slightly, lips pursed as he let out a huff of air.

"I just…I know we're married now, but I just…sometimes I can't help it…"

Warm hands grabbed his hips gently, pulling Tweek closer before thumbs rubbed small circles into the peak of his hip bones.

"Listen to me for a moment," Craig pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. "I love you. I married you. You're the absolute love of my life and my-" He paused as he looked at Tweek, breathless laugh leaving his lips as he ran his hands up his sides. "My best friend…I don't want the rest of my life spent with anyone else…I've known that since the start."

The way Tweek's face seemed to soften as Craig spoke made his stomach do flips, the morning sun making each and every freckle pop out.

"I love you." Tweek whispered, nose scrunching up slightly as he let out a giggle. It was genuinely one of the most beautiful things Craig has ever seen, and he was currently looking over the ocean off the southern shore of Italy.

"I love you more."

That evening they ate a delicious dinner down on the beach and-of course-drank some wine to complete their date night.

Well…okay…they drank two bottles of wine.

So now-with both men full from dinner and all the wine they had-they were faced with the challenge of climbing the stairs all the way back up to their home.

"This-I didn't think I'd die in Italy but here I am." Tweek giggled out, hands gripping onto the railing nearby for dear life. Craig was already at the first little landing waiting for him, his eyes half lidded as he leaned against the wall.

"Chyou-you're not-oh my god-you're not gonna die! You can't!"

"Why?!"

"Because we j'st got married!"

Tweek found himself giggling still as he got closer to Craig, yelling in surprise as he tripped over one of the stairs. He caught himself due to his iron grip on the rail, but he burst into complete laughter as he laid himself down on the stairs.

"I can't do it!"

"Tweek!" Craig said between his own laughter, gripping onto the railing as well as he made his way to where Tweek laid. "C'mon, baby, you can't-we gotta keep moving."

"Go on without me."

"You're-drama." Craig breathed out. He tucked a hand under Tweek's arm, helping him to his feet.

"You," Tweek poked at Craig's chest as they both moved slowly up the stairs. "Are drunk."

"So? You are too."

Tweek started giggling again as they finally made it to the little landing, but boy they still had long ways to go.

"Okay okay you got me," A grin seemed to permanently reside on Tweek's face as they continued their ascent. "But…I have-have good reason. We have to-" A hiccup. "Celebrate!"

"We should've-oh my god-should've celebrated all the way up there." Craig groaned out, pointing towards the top of the stairs where their home was.

"Okay yeah but this-look at us! We're doing it!"

Craig opened his mouth to speak, but they both let out another yell of surprise as they fell forward onto the stairs again. The laughter that left Tweek's lips made Craig grin from ear to ear, heart hammering against his chest as he just took a moment to listen to his husband laugh like that. Looking towards the sky, Craig thought back to almost a year ago when he was walking home from the bar in the rain, drunk and frustrated about potentially having feelings for his secretary.

Now he laid on a staircase in Italy with him, but this time they were both drunk and they were married.

"Stars," Craig finally muttered, Tweek turning his head to look up at the sky as well. "Beautiful here."

The silence around them was comforting, the waves of the ocean the only sound heard for miles in the distance. It was late-probably around two in the morning-so no one else was around them on the staircase.

So, they laid there, Tweek humming as he rested his head on Craig's chest. They gazed up at the stars without saying anything for a while.

"Craig?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you…do you think if-if I wasn't your secretary…would you still love me?"

More silence.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"…Cause you're beautiful."

Lifting his head, Tweek stared at Craig through half lidded eyes as he smiled.

"How would-what would you do to woo me?"

"Woo you?"

"Yeah," Tweek giggled as he hovered his face over Craig's. "Woo me. You-chocolates and sweets were your way at work."

Craig snorted quietly as he remembered getting his credit card bill for those couple of months.

It was worth every penny.

"Flowers…chocolates and sweets still, just-Bebe would have to help me more," He thought some more. "Romantic dinners…presents sent to your apartment."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Dunno…designer clothes probably. More sweets."

"So basically," Another hiccup. "You'd do the same thing all over again."

It hadn't occurred to Craig he was basically just listing off everything he's already done to win Tweek over. But…Tweek was right: he'd do the same thing all over again.

"In a heartbeat, baby."

The sentiment left Tweek feeling breathless, fingers coming up to trace the curve of Craig's nose again. This time though, Craig brought his hand up to do the same to Tweek. Tan fingers ran down freckled skin until they settled on the base of his neck, tugging him in for a deep kiss as Craig just couldn't resist the urge any longer.

They laid on the staircase for a while like that, reveling in the feeling of each other under the starry sky.

That is, until Craig hiccupped and started giggling at the sound.

"Ew," Tweek giggled back, grunting as he tried to stand back up. "We should go make out somewhere nicer."

"Like where?"

"Bathtub…bed. Anywhere but-but here. My hip hurts from the stone."

"Mm…I like that idea."

So, they continued climbing, leaning heavily into one another as they climbed the stairs for about another fifteen minutes.

Until finally-after an eternity-they stumbled up to their front door. And as Tweek fumbled to get the key out of his pocket, he let out a yelp as he was suddenly turned around and pressed against the door.

"What are you-?!"

"Shh," Craig grinned down at Tweek as he couldn't help his hands from roaming his husband's body. "It's late. Don't-don't wanna wake people."

"Hey-c'mon I wanna lie down!" Tweek giggled, squirming out of Craig's grip to turn himself back around. As he continued to fumble to get the door open, Tweek gasped quietly as he felt Craig press against his ass. He may be drunk, but he would always be able to recognize the feeling of his husband's erection against his ass.

"I wanna lie down too," Craig mumbled, kissing lightly against the side of Tweek's neck. "Make you feel good."

The door clicked open in time with a soft moan that left Tweek's lips. He could feel Craig's fingers working on untucking his shirt from his pants as they moved into the little house they were staying out, legs shaky as he tried to move them towards the bed.

"H-How?"

Craig always loved how Tweek always asked what he was going to do to him. It made his hips buck forward lightly as he shut and locked the door behind them.

"Well…I'd like to fuck you," Everything felt so heavy suddenly, Craig focusing so hard on moving with Tweek towards the bed. "But I am…very drunk."

"Me too," Tweek sighed as he plopped himself onto their bed, laughing as Craig fell on top of him. "I'm okay with just kissing you. I love kissing you."

Without a word, Craig slid off of Tweek and onto the bed. They spent the next few minutes carefully taking their clothes off, but their limbs were so heavy to them from being drunk. Their heads felt like they were spinning as they moved to lie down.

"Oh god," Craig muttered, reaching out to give Tweek's ass a squeeze once he managed to get his underwear off. His fingertips just grazed the soft skin, falling forward until his face was in the sheets. "Oh my god I'm gonna die."

"Oh, look who's being dramatic now." Tweek giggled, crawling under the sheets in an effort to get comfortable. He listened as Craig grunted when he pushed himself up into a sitting position, Tweek smiling as he saw how messy his hair had gotten on their way home. He loved seeing Craig in casual clothing, loved seeing his hair so unkempt, loved seeing him with a little scruff after not shaving for a few days. To put it simply, Tweek just loved Craig…so so much.

"Okay," Craig sighed out as he finally got his underwear off, falling face forward again onto his stomach. His head rested on the pillow by Tweek, watching as the blonde next to him turned to face him on his side. "I'm good now."

Pale fingers were on his face again, Tweek's eyes half lidded as he let his fingers trace the shape of Craig's jaw. He then moved up to his lips, dipping with the Cupid's bow before resting on the tip of his nose.

"How?"

"How what?"

"How did…I get this lucky?" Tweek whispered between them. Craig blinked as Tweek's finger continued up the bridge of his nose before moving to his brow bone. He felt Tweek pause over the scar on his eyebrow, rubbing lightly at the slightly discolored skin.

"What do you mean?" Craig mumbled. His own hand started tracing the shapes that made up Tweek's face, watching how Tweek's eyes closed once he brushed over his cheek bone.

"How did I find someone like you? Someone who treats me so right, who-when he severely fucked up-bettered himself and-and proved to me that he wanted to do it for himself and for us."

Craig closed his eyes for a moment as he focused on mimicking the movement of Tweek's hand, opening his eyes when both their thumbs gently settled against their bottom lips. Lightly, he pressed a kiss to Tweek's thumb before speaking.

"Because you put yourself out there…applied for a job…took a chance…forgave me when you shouldn't have."

"Craig, I absolutely should've forgiven you," Tweek whispered, moving closer to Craig. "You went to rehab for two months and have been clean for four. The amount of pride I have for you…I-I can't explain it. I genuinely can't."

Craig wanted to continue talking, but the glow of the clock behind Tweek that read 3:35 made him reconsider. It was late, they were both pretty drunk still, and they hadn't even kissed yet. So-taking it upon himself-Craig moved his thumb off of Tweek's bottom lip before pressing their lips together in a barely their kiss. The sensation made Tweek smile, shaky breath tickling his face as his husband brushed his lips against his a few times as their hands kept wandering. Finally, Craig tucked a hand on the base of Tweek's neck as he pressed their lips together. He reveled in the whine that the blonde made beside him, shifting until he was practically on top of Tweek. It didn't matter how close they actually were: it always felt like Craig was never close enough. Each kiss pressed to his lips sobered him up. Each touch sent electricity through every bone in his body. Each little bite and suck to his neck made his hips roll against his husband's, which earned him a cute little moan in return.

And as the moon filled up their little room with light, Craig found himself feeling dizzy from all the sensations and feelings his body has been going through the past week. A year ago, he could barely talk about having feelings for Tweek-or anyone, for that matter-without feeling frustrated and closing off everyone around him.

Now he's sharing a bed with someone for the rest of his life.

"I don't have time for relationships."

The world has a funny way of proving him wrong sometimes.

Craig appreciates that.

He didn't see it until the morning, but when Craig woke up to an email notification on his phone, he found himself smiling as he sipped at his morning coffee.

Hello Mr. Craig Tucker!

I hope you remember me, but it's Sadie from rehab.

Well…formerly from rehab!

That's right! I got out a few days ago! Sam and Holly did too! We didn't forget about you or your little offer, by the way, which is why I'm reaching out at least to ask if the offer still stands? We'd love to help out anyway we can with the company. I'm the only one with a computer for right now, so that's why I'm sending the email on behalf of us three (I hope that's okay)!

I know the business is just picking up more due to your wine deal (yes, we did research!) and we'd love to assist you with marketing, sales, or ANYTHING at this point. Even simple temp work (if that's still a thing…) but we're willing and ready to work if your offer from your last day in rehab still stands.

OH! CONGRATULATIONS ON GETTING ENGAGED! We're all back with our parents (eugh), but we live near one another. Sam told us to meet up for coffee and he showed us the newspaper announcing your proposal. AND THAT RING? HOLY SHIT! (sorry I figured the professional part of the email was over. THIS IS EXCITING SHIT!)

I hope you two last FOREVER. He's a cutie! He really seemed to make you happy as well. I could tell by the way your mood changed the day after he visited you. Will we ever get to meet him? THE husband to be of THE Craig Tucker?

Anyways, I'm rambling now, but PLEASE get back to me soon! I understand if the offer has been rescinded and that you're busy and all, but we also miss you. It's cool watching you have so much success. It gives kids like us hope for our own futures :)

Sincerely,

Sadie Jane

NOTE: :)))))

I'm nostalgic for Italy if you haven't noticed, but honestly?

It's funny: I never imagined a big wedding ceremony for these two. The engagement? Sure, make that public. But the actual event I always imagined being just the two of them or a very small ceremony in the office or a tiny church. SO WHY NOT BOTH!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Only two more after this! I can't believe it honestly :(

But! I'll probably start writing more one shots instead of full length fics, so be on the look out for that!

Any and all feedback is appreciated, and until next time!