BRIAN'S POV
This was it—the day Justin and I had been waiting for. I took my position up front, while Michael, my best man, and Daphne, Justin's honor attendant, stood on either side.
When Jennifer made her entrance and sat in the front pew, I held my breath. Would—would Justin be able to survive?
Then—the wedding march started. As everyone got up, I knew, like me, they were all anxious to find out if Justin could walk that far—even farther than we had practiced.
Suddenly, there he was. A smile was plastered on his face, and I sensed he wasn't certain whether he was happy to finally be marrying me, or scared silly about walking that far—or maybe even both!
Come on, Sunshine, I thought, as each step brought him closer to me. You can do it!
Just when he was within inches of me, I saw him falter, and I reached out for him, pulling him to an upright position. When he looked up at me, I saw heartbreak in his eyes, and a stray tear slid down his cheek.
"I—I'm sorry, Brian," he whispered, as his tears threatened to soak into my suit.
"Don't apologize, Sunshine," I said, smiling as I held him close. "You can't help the way your body's reacting."
But he managed a smile when he heard the minister's words:
"May I present to you Brian and Justin Kinney."
The reception couldn't have been better. Michael and Daphne, as our honor attendants, served as co-emcees.
"I'll be right back, Sunshine," I whispered, as I went to talk to them.
When I got back, Justin looked up. "What was that all about?"
"You'll see," I replied, grinning.
Our first dance was more than we could've ever dreamed. I smiled lovingly upon Justin, who had tears running down his cheeks when he realized what we were dancing to—"You Are My Sunshine."
Time flew by—so quickly, neither of us heard Michael stepping up to the mike. "Let's welcome Brian and Justin back to the dance floor," he said. "We've had a special request to end the reception."