A/N: Here you have the wedding! Do any of you know which song the chapter title comes from? Without googling, that is?

Thank you to my beta cboo2501. All remaining mistakes are my own

All recognizable situations, dialogue or characters belong to the respective authors.

Chapter 16

Forever's gonna start tonight

~Q~

"Mother fucker," I swore loudly as I nicked myself shaving for the second time. I tore off another tiny piece of toilet paper and placed it over the cut. I was gettin' married in less than two hours an' I was a fuckin' mess.

Not 'cause I didnae wanna marry Blay, I've been waitin' to do that most of my life. My fears where that he'd woken up an' realized that he didnae wanna marry me. Maybe he decided that he didnae want a pierced, tattooed an' foulmouthed gym owner. Maybe he wanted somethin' different, better. Maybe, just maybe my worries came from the congratu-fuckning-lations bouquet from my fuckin' cousin, of my fiancé's favorite flowers that arrived at our home yesterday mornin'. Saxton, who was a well-dressed, well-spoken, well-respected lawyer, an' he just happened to be Blay's ex. Those flowers ended up in the trash, with the fuckin' pansy-ass crystal vase they came in.

There was no doubt in my mind that Blay loved me as much as I loved 'im. But shit with Saxton always got to me. Me an' my cousin were two completely different people, an' it drove me nearly insane whenever I thought 'bout that the two of 'em had been together.

Fuck!

Whoever came up with the idea that spendin' the night before the weddin' apart was seriously fucked in the head. People talked 'bout 'jitters' like they knew shit, but the butterflies they warned me 'bout had been chased away by huge fuckin' dragons.

Back in our room I reached for the high-falutin – yeah, so I'd been watchin' reruns of Honey Boo Boo, so sue me – tux on the bed an' memories from two nights ago filled my head. When I'd asked Blay if he wanted me to take out my piercings to look more…presentable or some shit like that, for the weddin' photos he'd expressed his objection quiet…vocally, before spendin' hours showin' exactly how much he loved every single one of 'em. A slow grin spread across my face when I remembered the extra attention he paid the hoops in my nipples an' my PA. Oh, yeah… He looooooved my PA alright.

Aw, fuck… Now I'm hard.

I squeezed my eyes shut an' tried to will down my erection, but nothin' seemed to work until the image of nalla from when she came home from Kid yesterday popped up like a flashin' neon sign behind my lids. She'd been hummin' happily an' had that 'freshly fucked' glow 'bout her. My dick deflated immediately an' I shuddered.

Yeah, that'll do it.

Man, this daddy shit was hard. I swear, I couldna love 'er more if she was my own flesh an' blood, but…dealin' with all the crap that girls go through…an' boyfriends… Ugh!

Next time we're getting' a boy, fo' sure!

Me an' Blay had talked 'bout adoptin'. The only downside to fallin' in love with a male was that we couldna have kids of our own. A little mini-me or Blay would've been the dream, but we would be happy either way. An' tonight I planned of tyin' 'im to me in every way possible – Yeah, my mind went there too – an' I wouldna let 'im go for as long as I was still breathin'.

I stepped into the pants an' had just time to zip an' button 'em up when nalla walked in. She was already wearin' her dress, but I didnae bother checkin' it out too carefully. I had seen it before, just not on 'er. I knew it was green, 'cause she and Blay told me so. But, just as I was aware of the color of my fiancé's eyes, it didnae mean I could actually see it. Being' colorblind could be a real bitch sometimes.

"What the fuck, girl," I scowled. "If ya walked in here just a sec earlier I would've been necked."

She huffed, grinnin' "Like you have anything I haven't seen before."

I couldna wrap my head 'round the fact that the blushin' girl I knew an' loved stood in front of me, teasin' me 'bout sex like it was nothin'. Just thinkin' 'bout how she became so chill, made me go half-batshit crazy.

Definitely a boy next time.

"Fuck nalla, why did ya have to go there?" I groaned, an' started to worry that I wouldna be able to get my dick hard, ever again.

Not with that pic stuck in my head.

She giggled just like the five-year old I wished she still was. Would've made my life a-fuck-lot easier. Not that I had a clue 'bout how five-year olds were, but anythin' had to be better than hearin' 'bout her sex-life.

"You can laugh all ya want," I scoffed. "But Blay's gonna be mighty pissed off if ya broke his fave toy with talkin' like that."

She scrunched up 'er pretty lil face, "Eww! Old people sex… Gross!"

I shrugged on the shirt, the buttons weren't regular ones, more cuff-link like an' took for-fuckin'-ever. I undid my pants again to tuck in the shirt, makin' sure it ran smoothly over my chest. "Who the fuck are ya callin' old, nalla?" I donned the jacket, an' braced myself for feelin' constricted, but the material went over my bulk like a dream. "I'm fuckhot, thank ya very much."

She snorted. "Yeah, for an old guy, maybe."

I growled playfully an' stalked towards her, snickerin' darkly at 'er delighted squeals. Just as I reached 'er I made a bee-line for the full-length mirror next to the ginormous walk-in closet. I admired my reflection from different angles, turned this way and that, for several minutes. Blay had done a helluva fine job pickin' out this tux. I couldna remember the name of the designer. Tom Ford, Dick Chrysler, Harry GM or some shit like that. My man had a real talent for choosin' clothes.

All the blood in my body went south as my mind wandered over to his othertalents.

I sat on the edge of our bed, my pants pushed down to my ankles. On his knees in front of me was Blay, with his thick, long, strong finger tightly wrapped around the base of my dick. He licked his soft, full lips that always looked like they were made for this an' closed them firmly 'round the head that was weepin' with excitement. With his eyes locked on mine he sucked my full length slowly into his mouth.

My eyes rolled up in the back of my head an' I buried my fingers in his hair, tuggin' slightly as he deepthroated me. "Fuck," I hissed when I felt 'im flatten his tongue an' drag along the underside of my shaft.

Seein' the love of my life suck in 'is cheeks an' bob 'is head up an' down my throbbin' dick was by far the hottest thing I'd ever seen an' it was a miracle that I didnae shoot off in the back of 'is throat right then an' there.

I growled deep in my chest when he gently cupped my balls in one hand an' rolled them in 'is palm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I love ya, I love ya, Iloveya," I muttered incoherently as pleasure shot through me.

He released my dick from 'is mouth with a 'pop' an' stuck out 'is hot tongue, a teasin' glint in 'is eyes as he curled it 'round my PA an' I lost it completely.

With a loud "Fuckfuckfuck! IloveyaIloveyaIloveya!" I exploded into 'is open mouth with thick, white spurts, 'is hand pumpin' me the whole time.

He closed his lips around the head of my dick, to suck out the last drops, 'cause that's the only way to get 'em out. As he moved to stand I pulled 'im on top of me on the bed, kissin' 'im deeply. I could taste myself on 'is lips an' tongue…

Somethin' hard hit the back of my head an' I returned to the present. I looked behind me an' noticed the shiny dress shoe on the floor. I cocked an' eye brow, givin' nalla a 'what-the-hell' stare-down.

"Snap out of it," she glared at me, full of kittenish fury. "You're getting married in a couple of hours, we don't have time for your disgusting sex-dreams."

I frowned, popped the starched collar an' started messin' with the tie. Pullin' it left an' right a couple of time to try to get it even. I have no clue what the fuck I'm doin'. "Why do ya think I had a sex-dream?"

She huffed an' started gigglin'. "Dad, you were moaning."

I was 'bout to deny it when I noticed how tight my pants were. Shit, I'm actin' like a thirteen year oldboy an' not the twenty-eight year old male I am. I shook my head at myself an' grinned sheepishly. "I just really wanna get married, ya know."

She rolled her eyes an' snickered. "I can see that."

"Yeah, yeah," I scowled. "Enough with the teasin'." I could feel my blood slowly return to where it belonged. "Help me out with this tie, will ya."

She glided up to me an' took the sapphire blue silk in 'er slim hands. I might not be able to see the color, but both nalla an' Blay had assured me that it was the exact shade as 'is eyes.

She got up on 'er tippy-toes, slung the fabric 'round my neck an' pulled to get me to bend down so she could reach properly. Within seconds nalla had taken care of the tie for me an' smoothed down the collar. She beamed up at me, 'er eyes shinin' an' sniffed a lil. "You look so handsome, dad."

My heart swelled in my chest. "Aww,nalla, so do…" I took a good look at her dress for the first time since she entered my room. I didnae like what I saw one bit. "What the fuck are ya wearin'?"

The pisspoor excuse for a dress looked to have been painted on er'. It ended at 'er knees, a ribbon circled 'er waist an' was tied in a bow at the side. The worst part was the top, it was kinda heart-shaped an' pushed up 'er boobs way too high for the good of my blood pressure.

"It's a dress, dad," she said in a 'well duh' tone. "Blay helped me pick it out."

I gave myself a mental headshake.Definitely getting' a boy next time.

I placed my hand on 'er shoulder an' steered 'er outta the room towards the front door. "We don't have time to discuss this now, but be sure the last has not been said in the matter."

After I locked the door behind us an' helped nalla get into the Hummer I took my seat on the driver side. I started the car an' looked at 'er.

She reached over to remove the toilet paper from my chin an' cheek an' gave me a huge smile "Come on, dad, let's go get you married."

~S~

I pulled at my collar for the umpteenth time, just to have Izzy swat at my hand. "Stop that," she hissed through her teeth.

"It's too tight," I complained, again for the umpteenth time, and just as before, she ignored me. "It can't hurt to open one button,"

"Si," she leant in and whispered close to my ear, "what kind of dress am I wearing?"

I raised my eyebrows at the question and gave her dress a thorough look. It was nice, and showed a little more cleavage than I was comfortable with surrounded by all these people, but… "Um… a purple one?" I settled for. I had no idea how else to describe it.

"Exactly! I'm the one who knows clothes. Not you."

"No one would see it behind this stupid bow tie anyway." I decided to push my luck farther.

"Simon Lewis," she practically snarled, "you touchone thing on that suit and I'm cutting you off, for a…. whole month."

I paled considerably at her threat and placed my hands in my lap. "Explain to me again why we had to be her so early?" I chanced a change of subject.

She sighed exasperatedly. "I've told you, Si. This is the biggest thing that happened in this town inyears. I wanted good seats."

I couldn't fault her logic. Good seats were necessary on an event where more than half of the guests made The Rock look tiny. We were sitting on the second row from the front – the first were reserved for family and close friends - and I still had to strain my neck to see over the ones in front of me. We were seated behind some of Qhuinn and Blay's friends and those guys were huge. "Can you see anything from your seat?" I asked her quietly. Izzy wasn't short compared to Clary, but she wasn't as tall as her brothers or me. "Do you want to switch? You might be able to…"

"Would you please shut up?" Alec whisper-shouted from the other side of his sister.

~I~

I glared at my brother, who just rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Magnus. I huffed and turned my back on him, in a very childish display of 'I'm ignoring you'.

Simon seemed to take that as invitation to complain some more, but took the hint and closed his mouth when I narrowed my eyes at him.

Feeling like I was surrounded by idiots I decided to check out the other guests. There was somefine specimens of the male form on display here tonight. I tried to imagine how it would be to be man…no womanhandled by some of them, but I just couldn't do it. Simon might be whiney and nerdy, but he was my whiney nerd. I couldn't see myself with anyone else, probably ever. My scowl softened into a smile and I reached out my hand to squeeze his.

My attention wandered to the female guests and what they were wearing. It was easy to see that Qhuinn and Blay had somevery loaded friends. Most of the women were dressed to the nines. Floor-length gowns, the most intricate and beautiful jewelry I'd ever seen. Everything was clearly custom made by famous designers, nothing off-the-rack was good enough for these ladies. Sadly, not everyone had the same impeccable taste. There were a couple of girls that looked like they were dressed for Friday-night-clubbing, or worse… Ugh! You're attending a wedding! Not a strip club. What some people found attractive… I guess money doesn't always come with a fashion sense.

Before I did something someone would regret I looked over the club once more. Qhuinn, Blay and their posse of highly trained monkeys had truly outdone themselves. From the ceiling and on the walls hung beautiful vines, with deep burgundy ribbons woven into the greenery. Spread throughout the club were burning candles, both wax and electrical, creating a dim lighting.

Eighty onyx high back chairs were placed in groups of forty, with five in each row on either side of the aisle, which consisted of a long burgundy carpet that went on the whole way up to the makeshift altar, where another one just like it was placed horizontal, forming the shape of a T. On top of the ten inches onyx stage stood the officiator, waiting to conduct the ceremony.

Everything was gorgeous, and fitted what I knew about Qhuinn and Blay in every way.

There was still almost thirty minutes left before the wedding was scheduled to start so I started thinking about which changes I would make if this wasmy day…

~A~

I snickered internally when I noticed the look in Izzy's eyes. It was obvious that she was planning her own wedding, and I couldn't help but pity Simon.

I was starting to get restless and silently cursed my sister for forcing us to come here so early. I was done with people watching and decoration admiring, and just wanted the ceremony to begin. Bored out of my mind I let my thoughts drift.

Of course, they stayed on the topic of marriage. Magnus and I'd been together for little over a year now, and it was too early to eventhink about getting married, and the fact that we were only seventeen didn't exactly help matters. Jace and Clary on the other hand had practically been together since they were children. The year they spent apart didn't make a difference to their relationship. She came back and now they seemed stronger than ever. It was pretty much the same thing with Izzy and Simon, although they hadn't been a couple for as long as our friends, they had known each other foryears.

I glanced at my boyfriend who was sitting next to me, happily snapping away on his digital camera.

No, we weren't ready for marriage yet. But, maybe someday…

~M~

This is better than going to the Movie awards, I thought, delighted as I took some photos of the other guests.

Not that had been to the movie awards, or any other award show for that matter, but there was no way that it could beat this. This was clearly the event of the year, maybe even the decade, and I had second row seat to the spectacle. I had no problem tuning out Simon's complaints, Izzy's threats, Alec's fidgeting or Jace's impatient sighs – that boy was so whipped, he couldn't even be away from his girl for one night – and separate the nobodies from the celebs that had the honor of being invited to the Lohstrong-Rocke extravaganza.

I recognized a few of them from the gossip magazines I read almost religiously. The guy sporting a mohawk and a heavy, full-length mink coat that made him look like a pimp, owned several clubs in and around Manhattan. The huge guy in wraparound glasses was appropriately called The King and practically ran all of Caldwell, New York. There were several others that looked familiar, but I couldn't place. It looked like the soon-to-be-newlyweds had friends in high places.

I racked my brain, trying to remember the word for husband in Qhuinn's language, but kept drawing a blank. It started with an h…hamper…halter…hellrod…no, wait…hellren. Hell, for short. Again, extremely appropriate.

I couldn't understand how anyone could tie themselves to one person for life. Not when there was so much to see, to experience…

Alec moved around next to me and placed his arm around my shoulders. I pretended that my heart didn't thump louder in my chest and that my hands didn't become sweaty, just by that innocent touch.

Hmm… Maybe being with just one man for the rest of my life wouldn't be the worst thing in the world…

~C~

Qhuinn and I hung back in the VIP lounge, just waiting for the music, signaling that it was time to start the ceremony.

I giggled quietly as I watched him pace back and forth across the room, "What time is it?" He grunted brusquely for the hundredth, maybe thousandth time since we got there.

"Oh," I picked up my phone deliberately slowly, hiding my smirk at his impatient growl, "I'd say it's… ten seconds later than when you asked the last time."

He glared at me, "Ya sure that piece of crap's even workin' right? It could be fuckin' broken fo' all ya know."

I quirked my brows, "Yeah, because it's all of two weeks old. Practically an antique by now."

"Don't be bitch, nalla," he scowled. "No one likes a bitch."

I rolled my eyes and patted him on his broad, tuxedo covered chest. "Just relax, dad," I wrapped my arms around his waist to give him a comforting hug. "Any second now."

He let out a deep breath when the speakers hummed to life and the music filled the club.

"That's us," I smiled at the relieved expression on his face and picked up the heavy, wooden box, with blessings carved into the aged surface in foreign letters. It was bigger than my hands and had been passed down in Blay's family through generations. Inside of it rested two wedding bands. "Are you ready?"

"I feel like I've been waitin' all my life fo' this day," Qhuinn's voice trembled and his eyes were wet with unshed tears.

Although similar, it wasn't the traditional wedding march. It was deeper, darker, but still just as beautiful. It fit them, and that was what's important.

Outside of the VIP lounge he kissed my temple, mumbled "I'll meet ya up front," and then Qhuinn headed off in a different direction than I.

The tempo of the music slowed and that was my cue to walk down the aisle. I placed one foot carefully in front of the other as I approached the altar in front of me, afraid I would trip on the three inch heels of my pumps in the same shade of green as the dress. The thick fibers of the carpet beneath my feet drowned out my steps. I nodded discretely to the few people I recognized and smiled as I passed Jace. When I reached the front row of chairs Hollywood jumped to his feet and helped me up onto the stage. The music hit its crescendo and everybody's eyes turned to Blay or Qhuinn, whom stood waiting on either side of the T's ends, prepared to walk up their respective aisles.

The air in the club was thick with anticipation as we watched them move towards each other, as if everyone there held their collective breaths.

I stepped aside to make room for their large bodies and took my place next to the officiator, who gave me an encouraging half-smile.

When, at last, Qhuinn reached out and grasped Blay's hand in his, lacing their fingers together, tears filled my eyes, causing my vision to blur. I blinked furiously, refusing to miss a single second of the ceremony. When I saw the look they gave each other I wanted to 'aww', squeal with joy, jump up and down, and run over to Jace and kiss him until neither of us could breathe. But, instead I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and listened to the officiator as he spoke, first in a language unknown to me, and then in heavy accented English. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have gathered here today to witness and celebrate the joining of Qhuinn Lohstrong and Blaylock Rocke…"

~B~

The officiator's voice became nothing more than a distant noise, and my parents and friends faces faded into the background as I looked into Qhuinn's beautiful eyes.

I'd dreamt of this day for over fifteen years, and now it had finally arrived. I was getting married to the man I had loved for as long as I could remember. Suddenly my knees started to shake, my eyes clouded over and I was positive I would pass out. The only thing that kept me grounded was Qhuinn's hand in mine. As the officiator rambled on my mind drifted back to the day he'd proposed to me.

Qhuinn had been fidgeting all through dinner with my parents and he had barely touched his food, a clear sign that something was bothering him. He had been acting strange for days. A small, hidden part of me feared that he had come to the decision that it wasn't worth it. That I, us, wasn't worth being shunned by his family, but I forced myself to push that thought away. Qhuinn loved me, of this I was certain.

After the meal was finished Mother got up and started clearing the dishes, while the men retired to the parlor for Brandy and cigars.

Father settled down on his recliner and I took my seat on one of the loveseats, expecting my man to sit down next to me. Instead, Qhuinn started pacing the room, walking back and forward between the windows and the door that lead to the hallway, my father watched with an amused look on his face, sending him tolerant smiles.

I rested my arm against the back of the couch, trying to look relaxed as I sipped the amber colored liquid, while I was screaming on the inside. I was dying to ask Qhuinn what was wrong, but I was afraid of the answer. Mother joined us when she finished with the cleanup, standing next to Father, her eyes alight with anticipation.

I was about to ask them what was going on when Qhuinn let out a deep, shuddering breath and walked up to stand in front of me. What happened next made me incredibly glad that I was already sitting down.

Qhuinn got down on one knee and grasped my hand in his. "I don't have a ring. I don't have anything' fancy in my mind or on my tongue," he swallowed hard. "I know we haven't been together that long, but we've known each other our whole life. I love ya and I want us to…"

For once in my life I had to agree with him, 'enough with the fuckin' talkin''. I slid down from the couch onto the floor and kissed the conversation right into silence. Then I pulled back and nodded, "Yes. Yes, absolutely, yes…"

With an explosive curse, Qhuinn wrapped his strong arms around my waist, practically clinging to my chest. "Thank fuck," he murmured against my lips. "Oh man… I've been a wreck for days…"

I was pulled back to the present when Clary's sweet voice informed the officiator that she was the one giving both Qhuinn and me away.

I forced myself to listen to the words, both in English and the Old Language, the last part for my parents' sake, who still lived by many of the older traditions. I, myself, couldn't care less about how the ceremony was conducted. I would have been as happy flying to Las Vegas and having an Elvis impersonator wed us. It wasn't the wedding that was important, but what came afterwards.

"Qhuinn Lohstrong, do you take Blaylock Rocke to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only onto him?" the officiator asked in broken English.

Qhuinn's voice shook slightly as he answered, "I do."

The officiator turned to me next. "Blaylock Rocke, do you take Qhuinn Lohstrong to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only onto him?"

Not until the salty drops fell on my lips did I realize that I was crying, but my voice was strong when I answered. "I do."

"Now, Qhuinn, if you could repeat after me. I, Qhuinn, take thee, Blaylock…"

"I Qhuinn, take thee, Blaylock, as my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. This is my solemn vow."

Tears fell down his cheeks, but his smile was radiant. My chest swelled with pride, from being the man he chosen, and I'd never loved him more than in that moment. I repeated the words roughly, "I Blaylock, take thee, Qhuinn, as my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse; for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. This is my solemn vow."

We answered similar questions in the Old Language and then Clary was motioned forward with the rings. When she carefully opened the box, which had been used in wedding ceremonies in my family for generations I started crying openly, my whole body shaking with the force of my sobs. I could barely see the rings, the tears causing everything to blur.

Qhuinn let go of my hand and took out one of the rings. Taking my left hand in his, he repeated the words of the officiator, "I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow," the thick, platinum ring with its band of trinity knots felt warm as he slid it onto my ring finger, "and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit."

We'd chosen those rings, because the symbol supposedly represented the three promises of a relationship, such as; to love, honor and protect.

After I had spoken the words and placed the ring on Qhuinn's finger I almost grabbed him in my arms and kissed him, I could hardly stand to wait any longer, but stopped myself at the last second.

The officiator chose that moment to speak the final and most important words. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss the gr…."

Before the officiator had finished speaking Qhuinn's lips were on pressed against mine. Completely forgetting about our guests I pulled his bottom lip in between my teeth. A shiver ran down my spine when he moaned deeply. A sound I echoed when he ground his erection against my own.

We would've continued and probably consummated our relationship then and there, if it weren't for the sudden cheering and catcalling interrupting our moment.

We ended the kiss, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but didn't let go of each other. We looked at the smiling faces of our family and friends, feeling their happiness and knowing that it was for us. Suddenly, the eight of our closest friends that sat in the front row got up as one, raised the ceremonial daggers that hung at their belts and threw it into the floor at our feet, an ancient tradition from the Old Country to show their approval of our union.

~J~

I sat at the head table and while Angel dance with her…guardian, brother, dad…whatever he wanted to call himself. An amused grin spread across my lips as I watched them. The song playing was 'Father and Daughter' by Paul Simon, and because of the difference in height she was standing on a stool, otherwise Qhuinn had feared he would break his back, having to bend down to her level. It looked fucking hilarious, but I couldn't deny that it was among the sweetest thing I've ever seen. They were proof that blood had nothing to do with it. The two of them and Blay were a family in every sense of the word.

After the awesome meal, provided by Will and his helper, the newlyweds had started off the dance to 'Don't stop believing' by Journey. Angel had wiped away a few tears that escaped her eyes at the sight, and I admitted that it was a touching scene. The love the two men felt for each other was clear in everything they did. It was almost difficult to watch them, it felt as if I was witnessing a private moment that I had no business seeing.

It had been a nice ceremony, but I refused to admit to having blinked really fast a few times. I got shit in my eye, that's all.

I jumped in my seat when a booming laughter rang out from the other end of the long table. I glanced at the eight gigantic men that sat there and moved my chair farther away from them. They scared the ever living shit out of me. It wasn't just their size, although that didn't help much. It was the men themselves. Most of them seemed to have a blinking sign over their head saying 'Don't fuck with me or I'll tear you apart'. It didn't make me a pussy, it was just common fucking sense. That whole show with the daggers didn't help matters either.

The scariest fucker had a skull trim and had a scar that reached from his forehead down to his upper lip, twisting it in a permanent sneer, and I swear to God that his eyes changed color. From yellow, to black, and back again.

They introduced themselves when we sat down but I must've misheard them. Butch, Rehv and John Matthew wasn't that strange, the others on the other hand…. It sounded like they said Wrath, Phury and Zsadist. But there was no way I could've heard that right. I shuddered I my seat, before letting out a revealed sigh when I noticed that the song was over and Qhuinn and Angel was headed back to the table. Blay's mother jumped up from her chair and ran over, pulling Qhuinn into a hug. "This is so wonderful," she sobbed against his chest. "I have another son." She released him and wiped the tears from her face. "I have two sons! Come here, let me hug you again!" She squeezed him as hard as she could. "Two sons!"

She turned to Angel and wrapped her arms around her. "And I get a granddaughter too!" She backed away and cupped Angel's face in her hands. "You are so beautiful, my sweet girl."

Angel blushed, "Thanks Mrs. Rocke."

"No, sweet girl," the lady shook her head. "You will call me grandmahamen."

Angel had tears in her eyes as she hugged her grand…mother. "Okay, grandmahamen."

Suddenly the lady turned to me with narrowed eyes. "You are my granddaughter's boyfriend, yes?"

I scratched the back of my head, feeling slightly awkward under the scrutiny. "Yes, ma'am."

"Dance with me," she demanded and walked out to the dance floor, without a backwards glance to see if I was following.

She took command, grasping my right hand, and placing my left around her waist. "Do you know how to lead?" he tones wasn't condescending, but I had a feeling she would judge me if I gave her a negative answer.

"Yes," I stated a little defensively and proved it to her as a new song begun playing. I lead her around the dance floor, uncomfortable under the scrutiny she gave me.

"You have nice friends," she nodded in the direction of the table my siblings were sitting.

"Yes," I agreed, apparently not able to give her more than one-word answers.

"But it hasn't always been that way, has it?"

I hung my head in shame, "No."

"Are you taking good care of her?" she asked, an edge to her voice. "Are you treating my granddaughter right?"

"Yes!" I answered emphatically. I felt like an idiot and added sincerely, "I love Angel with all my heart. There isn't a thing in the world I wouldn't do for her."

"That's good," she stopped moving and we stood just staring at each other. "Look at the table," she pointed at the head table where Angel sat surrounded by her dads and their creepy buddies. "That girl has two fathers and eight 'uncles' who are willing to kill for her." I gulped loudly. "But, most importantly; I know my way around a meat cleaver, so you better not hurt her."

I nodded eagerly, embarrassingly freaked out by her threat. "I wouldn't dream of it."

A smiled lit up her face, "Good," she patted my arm, "I'm glad we had this talk."

She left me there standing in the middle of the dance floor, staring after her with my mouth hanging open. I stood there, frozen in place, for so long that the other dancers started giving me strange looks.

Pulling myself together I hurried over to the head table and resumed my seat next to Angel. I leant in close to her and whispered in her ear. "Your new family is a bunch of freaky fuckers," my lips turned upwards in a huge grin, "I can't wait until I'm a part of it too."

The End

A/N: There you have it! What did you think?

There will be an epilogue that will take place six years in the future. I'll do my best to have it done within a week.

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