Chapter 23 ~ A Night To Remember
Jesus Christ, of all the people to catch me on my first day with Axel’s dick still buried inside me, it had to be fucken Marshall and Regan. I grabbed the shirt and bra I had carelessly tossed onto the floor as Marshall laughed heartily.
“You have to forgive Marsh, Ballerina, he’s still the biggest pervert I know.” Regan turned his boyfriend around, scathingly scorning him as I dressed.
“He’s the biggest pervert I know too,” I mumbled, as both Axel and I righted our clothing.
“Don’t worry so much, you possess the wrong body part for either of them to be interested,” Axel soothed, placing a kiss to my forehead.
“Yep, we prefer a P where you have a V,” Marsh snickered.
“Alright fuckwit, let’s just make it worse for the poor girl. Her face is glowing red with embarrassment, and then you open your mouth,” Regan chastised.
“What the hell are you two doing here?” Axel interrupted, “and more importantly, how did you two get passed security.”
“Oh Axel, I’m good looking, men fall at my feet,” Marshall quipped.
“Fucken hell,” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, well, I didn’t think my boyfriend’s ego could get much bigger. Clearly, I was wrong.”
“How did you two get passed security?” Axel questioned again.
“You put us on the list, shit, what the heck is your pussy made of Ballerina? Suddenly, Axel suffers memory loss. Are you dressed yet?” Regan asked.
“Yep,” Axel replied, rather too happily for my liking.
“Great,” Regan chimed as they both turned around. “We have some exciting news and wanted to share it with you both. So, you have two guests tonight, Marsh and I are taking you two out.”
“Fuck why my house?” Axel whined. “You guys need your own apartment here in the city, I don’t think I can handle all these visitors.”
“Axel Hutchinson, are you saying you don’t enjoy the company of your two oldest friends in the world?” Marshall cheekily probed.
“I’m saying, Marshall, that you are messy as fuck, and I hate it.”
“Nah, you just suffer from OCD, my friend. Now, come the fuck on, we are meeting Carl and Rachael there, and I do not want to be late.”
As Axel and I arrived at the address Marshall and Regan had given us, I was shocked to find it was a large house on the outskirts of the city. I didn’t even realise there was such aesthetically pleasing housing this close to the concrete jungle.
“This place is beautiful,” I remarked.
“Yeah, it is pretty amazing. I wonder whose house this is? Maybe the boys hired it? Maybe, they listened, and won’t be showing up to my house anymore?”
“I think you’re fucken delusional.”
Suddenly, there was a knock at our window. We looked up to see Carl and Rachael pressing their faces into the glass. I chuckled at their antics, Axel, however, was not impressed by them imprinting their facial prints into his freshly cleaned windows.
“You are cleaning your faces off my glass,” Axe commented as we exited.
“Fuck off, dickhead,” Carl threw back as he collected Rach’s hand, “we’re just getting you ready for when you two have kids. No more pristine, hospital-grade cleanliness.”
“I’m not that bad,” Axel scoffed.
I couldn’t hear the rest of their banter, as an odd notion occurred to me – when was the last time I had my period? Shit, surely I hadn’t been so careless? Would it be such a tragic thing if I was? Did I want to be a mum now?
I made a mental note to swing past the twenty-four-hour chemist on the way home, just to be on the safe side and pushed the thought to the back of my mind as we climbed the front stairs of the mysterious dwellings.
“Stella, do you know whose house this is?”
“No Rach, I have no idea. But damn, it is a beauty.”
“Do you think this is where Marshall and Regan kill us?”
My eyes snapped to Carl, who’d overheard our conversation. “What kind of movies have you been showing her?”
Carl laughed, “all the good ones, Daniella, I assure you.”
“You know damn well horror is not a great idea for Rachael.”
“Well, I beg to differ, because I get to comfort my gorgeous woman every time the scary part arises.” I rolled my eyes, of course, he fucken did.
The house was incredible, though. Slate dressed the stairway and front porch, the place itself was a newly built two storied echo-home that appeared to elegantly glow against the darkening backdrop. The kind of house you pictured from those Better Homes and Garden’s magazines. The Landscaping that surrounded the property had been manicured to perfection and sported a tranquil Japanese sand garden in the front yard. It made me yearn to disrupt the pattern carved into it.
“Welcome everyone,” Regan announced, drawing our attention to the doorway. “Shoes off please, and come make yourselves at home. Did everyone find the place, alright?”
We did as Regan requested, placing our footwear in the individual shoe boxes provided at the front door.
Just inside the entranceway, the foyer bared marble along the floors, the walls were draped in a vibrant blue, and multi-coloured downlights littered the rooftop. I adored the way the colour scheme meshed so miraculously – I would have never believed it worked so well if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.
Regan ushered us to the left and into the lounge room, where Marshall stood behind the highly decorated, marble and slate bar, mixing delicious looking cocktails. Clearly, they had gone to a lot of effort tonight.
“Finally, you are all here,” he grinned, pouring the shaken contents into fancy glasses.
“This place is amazing, whose house is it?” I questioned, stealing a crisp from the coffee table platters before seating my backside down on the plush leather sofa. Couches I swear I just melted into. I had never sat on a comfier couch than this one. “Axel, we need to buy this couch,” I whispered.
“Well, Ballerina, I’m glad you asked,” Marshall smiled brightly as he handed me the concoction.
“Yes,” Regan agreed, standing next to his boyfriend. “We apologise for the secrecy, but Marsh and I wanted to tell you all together.”
“Tell us what?” Carl questioned.
“Marsh, baby, would you do the honours?”
“Certainly. Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to officially welcome you all... to our new home. We took ownership last week.”
“What? That’s amazing. Congratulations,” I cried, leaping to my feet to hug them both.
“Thank you, thank you.” Regan appeared proud of their accomplishment, I would have too. This home they’d built deserved the utmost praise and admiration.
After the formalities were done, and a tour of the extravagant property was undertaken, we sat down at the couple’s mahogany dinner table to enjoy a stunning roast the boys had prepared. They had built a home, and we were the ones being spoilt.
“Wait, does that mean you guys aren’t actually staying with Butterfly and I tonight?” Axel questioned hopefully.
“Nah man, sorry. We have our own abode now.” Marshall seemed highly entertained by Axel’s line of questioning.
“Well, that’s just made my fucken night.”
“You’re a prick Axe,” I chided, “Marsh and Regan, you are both welcome anytime,” I assured.
“Ah Ballerina, it’s okay, we know the asshole loves his space.” Marshall winked.
“Yeah, Axe adores us, really,” Regan smirked. “He just can’t admit his eternal love for us.”
“Fuck, now we have to buy a house out here, don’t we?” Carl commented.
“Ooh, that would be wonderful,” Racheal gushed.
“Well, we’ll be more than happy to help,” Marshall wiggled his brows. “I’m a great interior designer.”
“Wrong, Hazel is a great interior designer.”
“Hazel was managed by me – therefore – I am responsible for all of this,” Marshall waved his arms about for emphasis.
“Who’s Hazel,” Rachael enquired.
“I think that’s the interior designer, Rach,” I chuckled, taking a sip of wine.
“Actually, while you’re all here, there’s something I wanted to say to you guys,” Regan stated, getting up from his seat and grabbing a new bottle of chardonnay from his wine rack.
“You don’t want us to mess up your house either,” Axel chuckled.
“Nah, we aren’t as anal as you Axe, and that’s a surprise considering we are gay.” I snorted at Regan’s jab.
“I don’t get it,” Rachael flippantly retorted as Carl adoringly kissed her upon her cheek.
“They take it up the ass, baby,” Carl clarified.
“Oh, anal. Oh, that’s quite funny.”
Just then, Marshall was hauled to his feet, and Regan pulled him away from the table. Extracting something from his pocket, Regan knelt down on one knee.
“Holy fuck,” I squealed.
“Shh,” Carl and Axel scorned at the same time.
Regan pushed forward as Marsh gazed down at him with wide eyes. “Marshall, I have been pondering for months about the best way to do this, and now, I feel it is the right time. I have been in love with you since the moment I saw you. I tried desperately to deny my feelings for you, attempting to remain friends, but I couldn’t. You have been beside me through thick and thin, loved me unwavering in darkest of moments, and have been my light for many, many years. I know how much you have struggled with your sexuality, even well into our relationship. I’ve seen the judgement we’ve faced, and unfortunately, will continue to face as we proceed through our lives together – but that is all I want. Struggle or not. Just you.
“There are times where you drive me insane, and there are times when I am thankful it’s you who is in my corner, supporting me both professionally and personally. I know our dream to have a family will be a hard road, but we have each other, and there is nothing you and I can’t concur when we put our hearts and minds together. So, will you do me the great honour of becoming my forever and only, will you love me even when I do things that irritate you, and will you be my best friend, even if I forget to put the dishwasher on? Will you, Marshall Trent Garrett, be my partner until we die, will you marry me?”
We all waited with bated breaths, the tears that glistened in Marsh’s eyes shone lovingly down at his boyfriend as he lowered himself to his knees. “Regan Harold Wertiwitz, I love you more than life. Of course, I’ll marry you.”
The room erupted into a joyous celebration. We had been privy to the acceptance of such an incredible coupling and romance hung thick within the air. As I held onto Axel, I realised something profound. Marshall and Regan had faced just as much judgement and adversity over the years, and still, they loved one another through all of their trials. They found happiness, even when society deemed them both an abomination. I didn’t need to be afraid of what others thought of me, Axel and I were meant for each other – of that I was certain.
We had mirrored Marshall and Regan’s tribulations; we had leapt over hurdle after hurdle and came out stronger than ever, every single time. We had been adopted into the same family, true, but we were not actually blood brother and sister. Why did I allow others to dictate what felt so incredibly, right? Life may have future piles of shit for us to trudge through, but we could do it – together – because Axel and I loved each other.
There are a million excuses I had used in the past as to why we could not be together, I had even made amends with the bully that murdered my unborn child and driven me from my home. If I could make peace with that, then why shouldn’t I grab this glorious man with both hands, and love the shit out of him with everything inside of me?
“You have that look on your face as if you are thinking hard, Butterfly. You okay?” I peered up at the man I loved more than life itself, his face etched with concern. Axel’s weakening eyes and angelic features set my soul on fire – his appearance had always turned me on. “Shit, Daniella, What is it?”
I swallowed thickly, the flood of emotions poured from my heart. I loved Axel, I always had. “Axe,” I whispered, almost fearful I’d lose my nerve. “Marry me?”