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bryanzilla) wrote2015-05-01 10:07 am
bryanzilla) wrote2015-05-01 10:07 am
[For David - May 6]
So it wasn't exactly the sort of wedding he'd always pictured himself having - he's barefoot, for starters, there isn't a single rented trumpeter swan to be seen and they were being serenaded by the musical styling of some hippie with a guitar who just happened to be on the beach that afternoon - but that hadn't made it any less perfect.
Perfect for them, anyway.
There weren't any lavish yet tasteful decorations, no burnt almond meringue cake and no blood relatives of the groom and groom in attendance. That last detail might have just been Bryan's favorite part. Or his second favorite part, really. Because while it may not have been the ceremony of his dreams in terms of the superficial aesthetics of it all, he was standing there with a man who, minus the height, surpassed all of his dreams, holding their son, with their family standing witness. As a very wise ten-year-old had once said, many, many weeks ago: Family is who you choose; it's the relatives who are chosen for us.
How could swans, a pretentious cake and all of those other small details improve on what was surrounding him? Flowers wilted, rented table linens and chairs all had to be returned and the swans would no doubt have made a mess of the aisle runner. But this? David, Sawyer and the people they cared about most... and guitar playing hippie? That's what mattered. That's all that mattered. The hippie, probably less so. All of that other stuff just wasn't important in the grand scheme of things.
With the rings and I dos exchanged, standing hand in hand with David, Bryan finds that he doesn't feel any of the anxiety he'd felt the first time they'd tried to do this. It just serves as further proof to him that this is how it was meant to be.
"Then by the power vested in me as a child of God, I now pronounce you... a family," Father Michael concludes and Bryan's smile brightens before he leans in, Sawyer nestled comfortably in the sling between them, and kisses David. For the sake of tradition he'd wanted to have the wedding before Sawyer was born, but in that moment, with each squirm and shift his tiny body makes in his cocoon of fabric, Bryan can't really remember why. To hell with the traditional.
It's the sudden chill in the air that makes him break the kiss off short and open his eyes, instantly glancing down and pulling the side of the sling protectively over Sawyer to shield him from the breeze. "I didn't dress him for this," Bryan says, brow knit with worry when he finally looks up... only to find everything and everyone who had been there just seconds ago were now gone. Goldie and Shania, Rocky and Nikki, Father Michael and their makeshift, beach discards chic alter and archway. Gone. Random hippie? Him, too. In the distance, he notices that the whole of Santa Monica pier has vanished from the backdrop, and that's when he really starts to panic.
"David?"
Perfect for them, anyway.
There weren't any lavish yet tasteful decorations, no burnt almond meringue cake and no blood relatives of the groom and groom in attendance. That last detail might have just been Bryan's favorite part. Or his second favorite part, really. Because while it may not have been the ceremony of his dreams in terms of the superficial aesthetics of it all, he was standing there with a man who, minus the height, surpassed all of his dreams, holding their son, with their family standing witness. As a very wise ten-year-old had once said, many, many weeks ago: Family is who you choose; it's the relatives who are chosen for us.
How could swans, a pretentious cake and all of those other small details improve on what was surrounding him? Flowers wilted, rented table linens and chairs all had to be returned and the swans would no doubt have made a mess of the aisle runner. But this? David, Sawyer and the people they cared about most... and guitar playing hippie? That's what mattered. That's all that mattered. The hippie, probably less so. All of that other stuff just wasn't important in the grand scheme of things.
With the rings and I dos exchanged, standing hand in hand with David, Bryan finds that he doesn't feel any of the anxiety he'd felt the first time they'd tried to do this. It just serves as further proof to him that this is how it was meant to be.
"Then by the power vested in me as a child of God, I now pronounce you... a family," Father Michael concludes and Bryan's smile brightens before he leans in, Sawyer nestled comfortably in the sling between them, and kisses David. For the sake of tradition he'd wanted to have the wedding before Sawyer was born, but in that moment, with each squirm and shift his tiny body makes in his cocoon of fabric, Bryan can't really remember why. To hell with the traditional.
It's the sudden chill in the air that makes him break the kiss off short and open his eyes, instantly glancing down and pulling the side of the sling protectively over Sawyer to shield him from the breeze. "I didn't dress him for this," Bryan says, brow knit with worry when he finally looks up... only to find everything and everyone who had been there just seconds ago were now gone. Goldie and Shania, Rocky and Nikki, Father Michael and their makeshift, beach discards chic alter and archway. Gone. Random hippie? Him, too. In the distance, he notices that the whole of Santa Monica pier has vanished from the backdrop, and that's when he really starts to panic.
"David?"
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"When we're back home, safe and sound, I'll show you," he promises distractedly, taking the last step up to the broadwalk. Everybody looks normal. Nobody is running around like a headless chicken like David is inside his head. They all just look as if they're going about a regular day. "Hopefully one of these has a cell phone we can borrow."
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"There, there," he points out, flapping a hand against Bryan's arm. "She has a phone. Go, go. Ask her where we are and call Goldie. No! Call my mom."
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When he approaches the young woman, it's in what he hopes is the least threatening way possible. He presents his useless cellphone, motions over to David and Sawyer and is offered use of her phone soon after. It's returned almost as quickly.
It's another few minutes of conversing - most of the talking being done by the young woman as Bryan nods, shakes his head or is caught between some strange blend of the two - before he makes his way back over to his family. The good news? They hadn't disappear on him. And he hadn't been pepper sprayed. "You're a doctor," he says once he's close. "People ask for second opinions all the time, right? Let's get one of those. Pick someone else." After a beat. "Also, I need a tetanus shot."