“yeah, well i was also drunk,” jory teases him. jory hadn’t been drunk, when the idea had been proposed he had been slightly, but he had been sober enough for the ceremony, he had some doubts then, but impulse had pushed him through more than anything. he had certainly been a lot more uncertain than dalton. he had worried everyday for a long time if he had acted too rashly. and his parents had expressed the same, and that had made him doubt himself as well. but beneath all that impulse, was the fact that he had been deeply in love with the man he called his husband. the marriage had come fast, but he had fallen for him fast. his friends teased him that it took him longer to let dalton kiss him than to marry him. but things had proved to turn out well. but he certainly felt like everything had gone by so fast. they had eloped quite literally, and now that he was a little older he did feel the guilt of not having that dream wedding to celebrate their love, surrounded by family.
and he hadn’t been able to even give his family the big happy reveal of him being pregnant. he had sprung that on them so they could comfort his fears. he hoped he’d have it more together for the next kid, to give them that big reveal. but it did feel as if everything was going by so quickly. like he had stormed through all his milestones without much thought.
jory smiles and says, “julia looks like you. think it might just be her demeanor that makes her look less like you. you never contort your face in such an angry way,” jory jokes. “but i would like a little boy who looks like you,” jory comments. “but that’s some ways off, already got two babies wearing me out, maybe in a couple years. after i feel like i’ve gotten my fair share of alone time with my husband,” he grins, “before i’m ready to share another portion of him.”
“no you weren’t.” dalton scoffed, a laugh upon his lips. “you were tipsy at best, as was i.” he had been one hundred percent certain of the marriage to jory. he never had a single doubt, because he knew from the moment he met him that he was the one that he would spend the rest of his life with. dalton almost couldn’t believe that jory had agreed to marry him. the only thing he ever had doubts over was if jory was sure about the marriage. it haunted him, and it tore at his heart to think even for a second of jory leaving him. deciding that it hadn’t been the right decision, and that he didn’t want to be married to someone he’d known for a grand total of two weeks. that fear was only reinforced by jory’s parents. a lot of ‘no offence dear’s’ here and ‘we like him but’s’ there. it had ripped at him, and he thought that that was enough to make jory leave him. but he hadn’t, and he wouldn’t, or so dalton hoped. “julia is a little drama queen just like you. plus, she likes you better, so she’s bound to imitate you more.” he didn’t want to think about this, about his kids liked him the least. colton was sympathetic towards him at least, and he was always good for dalton. but julia could be... she could be a nightmare. especially for dalton.
the man shook his head, shaking the thoughts from his mind before smiling at jory, thinking of a happier topic. “okay, but promise me? promise me we’ll have another?” in his mind, if the child came from him he’d connect more. the child would like him more, they would bond better and he wouldn’t feel hated by his own children. he knew they’d grow out of it and this was just the stage they were in... they had to, right?
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