I soon found out why Stan took me out to Disney land. We weren't really invited, however it was not hard for Stan to obtain a few invitations for us on the fact that Walt is an admirer of our work. There was a large fireworks show and a romantic water tunnel for couples. Of course everyone laughed, whistled, exchanged bet money at the two of us going into the swan shaped water boat made for two. Stan and I played along with their teasing, smiling with closed lips and rolling around our eyes like the trained clowns we were.

Within the tunnel there were flowers, boxes of candy and other small gifts, with romantic music. Stan and I grabbed gifts for one another and exchanged them. Then before the ride was over I saw Buster waiting at the end of it, to the side. I thought he had more to say or wanted to join us for something social. We both stepped off the boat and greeted him. He offered to hold our gifts as I followed behind Stan whom was walking in front of me now with Buster. I started to get upset, but realized they were friends and Buster remembered everything he had told me earlier.

"Is the room ready? You talked to the restaurant, eh? And the balcony is in the correct space, yeah?" Stan asked Buster in a worried manner.

Buster kept reassuring him that everything was "set up" and the machine was in the same room. My curiosity peaked at what they were saying, however, I did not wish to invade their conversation. We soon came to the destination that was mostly empty. Only a few people, maybe 20 or so, were in the lavish restaurant. Most folks were at the fireworks show, getting pictures taken for Disney and their agents.

We walked right into a not-too small or large darkened event room. Stan, took my hand, looked back at me with his gentle, closed smile that always melted any frost I had. I couldn't help but smile back. My friends and family said where ever I went, people would smile, however when and where ever, Stan always makes me smile.

The two of us were soon on the balcony over looking the event space a few stories above everyone. Buster closed the room door. Suddenly the lights turned on and the space was decked out in the same romantic setting from all those decades ago, that Buster had spoiled for the both of us.

I apologize, the moment was very emotional for me. Where was I? It is a few hours from where I was writing and reminiscing this. In remembrance of becoming us, right Stanley? I do not wish for another stroke, so now and days I have to pace myself.

Anyhow...,

Stan and Buster must of came together, planning this for months, arranging with Walt and other event organizers to do this. Buster came within a few meters of us, keeping a certain distance. Suddenly Stan got on one knee holding my hand. I instantly burst into laughter, holding my mouth, I snapped my head back and forward looking down at him.

"Stan...! Stan, come on!" I laughed.

"Norvell Oliver Hardy, Oliver Norvell Hardy... My darling, dear, sweet, Babe..." Stan started.

Laughing I asked, "Are you serious... Stanley. What? Are you going to use one of those two dollar rings from the ride?"

"A rose by any other name would be just as sweet, alas I humbly request that you join with me in sharing one together, in the name of commitment to one another as we always have, as you have proven over the decades, to me. I wish to prove it to you, no matter the distance that you have my heart within you." Stan said.

My eyes started to fill with tears as my throat also tightened. I tried my best not to get emotional in front of Buster, but then I saw his eyes fill with tears, his lips roll back and him squeezing at his interlocked hands. I lost it after that. Stan pulled out a little black box with a receipt paper.

"Will you be with me, Babe...? We cannot get married, for more than a few reasons," Stan laughed. "And you have been with me all this time. I wished to have cemented it... All of those years ago. Here..."

The box had two rings within and some old yellowed receipt paper stapled to it. They were small gold pinky rings, plain, unassuming. The receipt was post dated to that same month in 1938 that Stan planned our private rendezvous in the trailer. All that time he kept the ring and the desire to do this for me... For us.

I accepted his proposal, tearfully and cried out what felt like decades of sludge, ice and held back emotion into his shoulders almost falling on him as he stood to his feet. He cried also. We were both a mess. And as on que, the firework show started. Stan took my cheeks into his hands, wiped tears and other yuck from my face with his bare fingers, and pulled me in for a deep passionate kiss. I do not know how long we embraced and kissed for, but it felt timeless, right and comforting.

Buster walked over, waking us up from our heavenly embrace of our bodies and souls, patting and shaking both of us looking between Stan and I. He nodded his head and smiled.

"Bachelor night?" Buster joked.

Stan and I laughed. I shook my head then kissed my teeth.

"I meant for me. I will give Stan back in a few... More years. It is a win, win." Buster continued to joke.

"Alright, Buster, alright." I said. "I assume Stan wanted you as a witness and that you truly felt remorseful. Thank you, Buster. I know you care about Stan a great deal. It takes a big man to let go and allow someone you love to be happy with someone else. I completely and fully understand almost everyday of my life."

I patted Buster's shoulder, lightly embraced him, then released. He then kissed his lips, rolled his tear-filled eyes and said, "Dammit, Oliver, now I can see why Stan got diabetes!"

We all roared in laughter to the loud bursting of fire works. Stan then suddenly took my hands, placing one on the balcony railing and the other in his hand. He slipped the ring on my pinky finger, saying vows to me. I was then given a ring from Buster, he'd gotten from the box. I had to quickly make up vows and was mad, and happy at the same time because i was unprepared! I told him what was in my heart, which I hope he feels beating in his chest.

Stan pulled out a small tealight candle, placed it on the railing, took my hand into his making us both hold a single match. Together we lit the small red and white swirled candle, the colors signifying purity and passion. We then sealed our commitment with a kiss. Suddenly, I felt rice being thrown, of course it was Buster. I wanted to curse, but felt so happy it was as if my soul was washed. No foulness to be found, not even in words.

Buster told us to stand still as he took pictures of us. Our makeshift attendant then went to another side of the room and turned on music. The same music, of course, from that night. I felt young again, as if there were no strokes, no grey hair, I could of jumped up a mountain and swim to Europe!

later on we had dinner and some cupcakes, with the staff none the wiser and danced alone together in the center of the room to, slow and intimate.

We went back to the hotel room and almost instantly physically consummated our bond in physical passions.

We had a vacation, that turned into a wedding, then a honeymoon!