3:41 AM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, MASTER BEDROOM
Jensen lay on his side, snuggled up against Bo. “I like those ones,” he said quietly, reaching out with one hand to touch a finger to Bo’s laptop screen.
“The delphinium?” Bo questioned, his arm tightening around Jensen’s shoulders.
“Mmhmm. We could maybe do purple ones with white calla lilies?” Jensen asked, tilting his head back to look at the blonde.
“We could do that. And we could do magnolias, umm, among the centerpieces,” Bo said. “You know, mixed up with a few other flowers. Or the lisianthus. They’re softer, I suppose is one word for them.”
Jensen smiled faintly, laying a hand on Bo’s chest. “I like the second one,” he said. Bo nodded. “What kind of centerpieces are we doing?”
“Have you ever seen the floating candle ones?”
“Okay, hold on.” Bo cleared his throat, switching to a different tab. “These.”
“Those are pretty,” Jensen murmured. “Do all of the little… water glass thingies have to be cylinders?”
“No, I suppose not. Why?”
“I dunno. Just a question.”
Bo chuckled, turning to press a kiss to the top of Jensen’s head. “You’re adorable.”
Bo snorted, rolling his eyes. “So we’ll pick out a cake today, both the flavor and the actual design. We know we want purple, so you can order whatever kind of butt touching cake topper you want.” Jensen smiled faintly. “We’ll order flowers, see about today or tomorrow. We have our venue, we have our band, we have our photographer. We don’t have to worry about tuxes for a while, but we should start looking at dresses for the girls, get an idea of what they want.”
“Mmhmm. But before I order anything, do you know what you want to do with the tuxes? Still thinking one black, one white?” Jensen questioned.
“I think so. Do you… have a preference?”
“Mm… I think I’d like to wear black. I look damn good in black,” Jensen said.
Bo smiled. “Damn straight you do,” he said softly. “So, purple vest, tie, and pocket square. Black jacket and pants for you, white for me, and a purple calla lily boutonniere for the both of us. Yes?”
Jensen nodded against Bo’s shoulder. “Sounds good to me.”
“Is that a good enough idea for you to order your dream cake topper?” Bo asked.
Jensen chuckled. “Definitely.”
“What about best men stuff?” Jensen asked.
“Well, do you know who you’re choosing?”
“Probably Travis.” Jensen glanced up at Bo. “You don’t seem like you enjoy him very much. You always seem… surprised that he’d be a choice.”
Bo chuckled softly, combing his fingers through Jensen’s hair. “We’ve just never gotten along very well.”
“I met him when I was helping Kathy and Dallas with the Ammut case.”
“And I told Kathy that I wasn’t going to believe her bullshit because she had no evidence, only a hunch. They both chewed me out for being an idiot because a Kathy Baker hunch isn’t just a factless thing. Travis has, more or less, hated me since. Jamal’s offered to fire him a couple times, but I’m not really into making people lose their jobs.”
Jensen frowned, looking down as he lightly dragged his nails down Bo’s chest. “Want me to kill him for you?”
Bo rolled his eyes. “No.”
“Want me to punch him?”
The blonde chuckled. “No, Jens. He doesn’t have to like me. You like him, and that’s all that matters.”
“No, that’s not all that matters. He thinks you’re an idiot. I won’t let him stand up beside us if he thinks that little of you.” Jensen pushed himself up, laying a hand on Bo’s face. “I love you. I won’t let someone that belittles you stand anywhere near you. Ever. I’d expect the same of you if Jake hated me.”
“Jensen, this isn’t just my wedding. I love you, and you don’t have to keep giving things up for me. We’re not getting married in a church because I don’t believe in God. I already know you’re going to choose marble cake just because you know it’s my favorite. Now you want to give up your best man just because he doesn’t like me?”
“No man that hates the love of my life is my best man.” Jensen tilted his head to the side, brushing Bo’s hair away from his forehead. “This isn’t a sacrifice for me, Eli. I’ll ask David. If Travis stood up there beside us? I think I’d deck him,” he said.
Bo smiled faintly, kissing Jensen softly. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” Jensen murmured. “So,” he started softly, “I’ll talk to David before we head back to L.A., and we’ll go from there.”
“You can’t hide stuff like that from me, Eli.”
“He’s your friend. I wasn’t going to tell you something that happened years ago just because Travis isn’t my bestie or some shit,” Bo said.
“I know. But I want to know about things like that. It’s not lying if you don’t tell me, it’s just that… I like to know stuff about you,” Jensen said.
Bo nodded slightly before sighing quietly. “Vivian.”
“Mmhmm? The one on your list?”
“What about her?”
“When I first started working in L.A., I worked a stalker case.”
“Right. And the stalker killed a girl.”
“Right,” Bo said slowly. “Vivian was the stalker.”
“Eli… why have you planned to invite a killer to our wedding?”
“She lived with three voices in her head. They controlled her. She didn’t have a choice. I stood up for her when they wanted to arrest her, so she got the mental help she needed instead of going to jail. She’s better now, Jens. She’s married to a psychologist. I visited her all the time when she was in the mental facility. She’s a friend, but if you don’t feel safe with her at the wedding, I’ll understand, and I won’t invite her or her husband.”
Jensen laid his head on Bo’s shoulder, offering a shrug. “Has she ever hurt anyone else?”
“Does she have a job?”
“She used to be a receptionist somewhere, but since they’ve moved to Chesterwick, I’m not sure what she does,” Bo said.
“Do they have a family?”
“They adopted a child together. Happy and healthy,” Bo confirmed.
Jensen nodded. “You totally vouch for her?”
“One hundred percent.”
“Then invite her. I trust you.”
“Thank you,” the blonde said softly.
“No problem, Eli,” Jensen murmured. He tilted his head back, pressing a kiss to Bo’s jaw. “Honeymoon.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want to be away from the girls that long.”
Jensen chuckled. “Me, neither.”
“I just… want to be somewhere with you for a weekend or so. You, me, a fancy ass hotel room… a jacuzzi.”
Jensen gasped. “A jacuzzi. We’ve never had a jacuzzi,” he whispered.
“That’s what I was thinking. We don’t even have to go immediately after the wedding. I thought we could leave the Thursday or Friday after the wedding and then come back to work maybe… Monday or Tuesday. It’d be just enough time away to do whatever the hell we want to do without the girls or the twins or work in our way.”
“Mm, I like that.”
One corner of Bo’s mouth lifted. “I thought you would.” He reached out, closing the lid of his laptop. He leaned to the side, setting it on the nightstand. “I want to add onto the upstairs. Add a couple rooms, maybe a bigger bathroom and an office up there.”
“Just… in case we have to take care of Jake’s twins longer than expected?” Jensen asked.
“Mmhmm. Like I said, I’ll make sure we get to have our own twins, no matter what,” Bo said.
“Mm.” Jensen wrapped an arm around Bo’s chest. “I love you. Family man, all around. That’s why I believe you when you say taking over for Jamal isn’t gonna change you.”
“Please. I love you and the girls far too much to go anywhere,” Bo said softly, combing his fingers through Jensen’s dark hair. The only thing I want to do in this life is to raise a family with you. I want to stay as close to my parents as possible, I want to be everything Jamal wants me to be, I want the kids to see Jake as an uncle, Cecilia as an aunt, and I want to raise the best damn family I possibly can with you. It doesn’t matter what state we’re in or what job title I hold. I just want to be with you. No matter what.”
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