Still Human (Just Human) (22 page)

I finish my vows, in pieces obviously, but grinning at Danny’s cuteness along with everyone else. He looks so pleased with himself.

Next the rings are presented by Scott who stands behind Danny.
The celebrant asks us to hold both hands in front of us while she reads the Hands Ceremony. Whatever that is…it sounds American.

“These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow, and forever. These are the hands that will work alongside yours, as you build your future together. These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch, will comfort you like no other. These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief fills your mind. These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow and tears of joy. These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children, the hands that will help you to hold your family as one. These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it. And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged, will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch
.”

When she says that thing about holding our children, my insides literally clench. Now that
it’s in our immediate future, I’ve begun to feel it like a dull ache, which flares up whenever my attention is drawn to it. I never saw myself this way, but the reality of making a family with Danny has had a strange effect on me. She turns to Danny and offers my ring. He places it on my finger and repeats the words she reads.

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my commitment to you. It has no beginning and it has no end. Let it always remind you of my infinite love for you.” Danny slides a perfectly plain platinum band onto my finger and I smile. It will look just right with my far from plain engagement ring once I put it back on after this.

Then we repeat the process and I say the same words, sliding a matching ring onto Danny’s finger.

Then the moment we
’ve been waiting for.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Danny leans in to kiss me and everyone cheers.

Then in a whirlwind, we sit and sign some kind of declaration that I know is not the legal stuff, but
it’s for appearance, I love him for the lengths he has gone to. Max and Jen witness. Some photos are taken, but it’s a bit of a blur.

The next thing I know, drinks have appeared from somewhere and everyone is milling around chatting.
I’m scanning the scene and taking it all in, when my hand is taken and Danny pulls me quickly beneath the tree’s canopy.

He presses me against the reclining trunk
, exhaling a deep shuddering breath as his lips find mine. He kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever been kissed. To start with it’s almost violent, but as we melt into it, it becomes a more loving passion. He draws away reluctantly and grins.

“Happy
birthday, Mrs. Morgan!”

I laugh. “Thank you
, Mr. Morgan.”

“You look amazing.” He adds stepping back to look me up and down.

“I’ve a great stylist.” I grin pulling him back to me. “You look pretty good yourself.” I murmur, bringing his lips to mine again, this time for a heart-stoppingly tender kiss. I pour everything I feel at this perfect moment into it.

“I’ve missed you today
,” I whisper. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“It was so hard leaving you asleep this morning.”

“But it was so worth it.” I sigh. “Thank you doesn’t seem enough for what you’ve done.”

He give
s me his shy smile. “Sorry it isn’t official.” He shrugs. “I just got this whole surprise idea in my head and then I got so far and found I couldn’t do it legally.”

“Danny
, its fine, I don’t care if we never do it. This is enough for me.”

“Oh hell no! We are doing it in
two weeks, don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”

I laugh, of course he has it all planned. “I love you.”

“Oh my God, I love you too.” He lunges at me again. Holding his hands tight to my back, I can feel that he wants to run them all over me, but I’m so made up and literally everyone we know is on the other side of a thin covering of leaves. He forces himself away before it’s too much.

“Shouldn’t we get out there?” I ask.

“Screw them.” He laughs and then sighs, knowing I’m right.

We slip as discreetly as possible into the throng, but straight away we garner suggestive comments and raised eyebrows for our absence.

“I just needed a moment alone with my wife,” exclaims Danny loudly, attracting even more attention and everyone laughs and makes ‘aw’ noises or other more suggestive things.

“We need to get out of here,” Danny murmurs in my ear and starts to lead me towards the path we came in.

Why are we leaving everyone behind? Where are we going? How will they all get there, wherever it is? As if I’m broadcasting these question buy loud speaker, Danny says, “Try not to ask.” I flash him a ‘give me a break, I need to know something’ look and he chuckles. “All will be revealed.”

He takes my almost empty glass from my hand and hands me my bouquet, then taking my hand, he leads me back up the footpath. No one follows us. I laugh out loud, as
I’m faced with two old Route Master buses, marked ‘Wedding Special’. But as I walk towards them Danny holds me back.

“They’re not for us
,” he says. Leading me past the first bus to where the Shelby is waiting.

“Danny, where are we going?” I beg as the Shelby pulls out of the car park, leaving the buses behind, waiting for their passengers.

“You’ll see.” I huff beside him. “I hope you like it…I just thought that the whole hotel thing wasn’t really our scene. You don’t want a stuffy three-course meal with half a bottle of wine per head do you?”

I shake my head, wondering how I managed to find someone who just got it.

“So, I have something better lined up.”

We chat about the day so far as the car whizzes along, but
I’m barely concentrating, trying to imagine our destination.

“This is eating at you isn’t it?”
he teases.

“Stop it
, Danny.” I sulk. “Just give me a hint.”

“Come on now, you just promised in front of everyone that you would let me do things for you, even though you
're a control freak!”

I press my lips together, then we both burst out laughing.

Chapter Twenty-three

Danny

This ain't no ordinary shindig!

“You are just perfect, do you know that?” Liv says, grabbing my face and kissing me. The car has just come to a stop outside our venue. I help her from the car and one of the two photographers is already at work capturing her reaction. The other guy is on one of the buses. 

“How did you know?”
she asks incredulously.

I smile, I’m so happy she likes the idea. “It was obvious I guess.” I shrug. “It wasn’t about the money.”
I’m suddenly worried she’ll think I’m mean. “I looked around at what was available and nothing suited us. I just knew you’d want to have it here.” I stop and kiss her lightly. “Are you happy?”

“Ecstatic!” She beams.

“Me too.” I lead her through the open gate, past the sign saying ‘LADY LUCK’S IS CLOSED FOR A PRIVATE FUNCTION’ and into the garden.

Home.

“Wow,” she whispers as she soaks up the scene. We kept her out all day yesterday and then when she came home she went upstairs and then only came out into the garden, she didn’t see anything in the bar and I had people on standby to stop her if she had tried to go in. The staff worked late on the decorations and started again early this morning. Most of them came to the service, but a couple were here finishing up.

They come out to greet us and we let Liv have a good look at what we
’ve done. The stage is back inside, set up for the live music. All the doors of the bar are open and both inside and out the tables have all been decorated with flowers and candles. There are no table settings or place cards, and there is plenty of room for milling around. It’s a really casual affair.

A table is set up inside with our cake, a huge pile of doughnuts. Jen has made tiny flags to stick all over it indicating which ones have jelly and which ones have jam. Liv thinks
it’s great. I love watching her laugh as all over the place she is finding the little touches that make today so personal to us. On every table, tucked in the flowers, Jen has printed cards with all the movie quotes I gave her. All the classics, like ‘Nobody puts Baby in a corner.’ (We put that one in a corner!), she loves it!

We have a real old
-school photo-booth set up for some fun shots later, because it reminds me of our teens. In fact, on an easel beside it there is a grainy, enlarged strip of Liv and I. We must have been about seventeen and we’re kissing, sticking out our tongues, laughing and then kissing again. It’s one of the few things I allowed myself to hold onto.

“Oh my God, look at us!”
she squeals.

The buses will be here any minute and I just want her to myself for a moment, so I pull her over to Baby’s table in the corner and sit her down.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” I say hurriedly. She frowns. But I have to get this out before everyone comes. “I chose to do this here because there is nowhere more perfect for us than this world you have created. You made it like this because it made you feel at home, but without knowing or realising, you built me into it as well. The two of us are all over this place and I wanted to celebrate us, in our home. But I know you, and you need some rules. So, the conditions are: You don’t work here tonight, you’re here as the focus of everyone’s attention, the guest of honor. Everyone knows what they’re doing, you don’t need to help. You are mine tonight and I won’t share you with a bar. Everything is paid for, we won’t be discussing that again. I have everything under control. It’s all planned. Don’t interfere. Do you understand?”

She visibly shudders. “Uh
-huh.” She mutters as she lunges at me. Our lips lock and I feel her tongue brush against them. I succumb for a moment, parting them to allow her exploration. Then I hear the damned buses pull up.

“Liv.” I halt her. “They’re here.”

“Shit!” She giggles. “You got me all turned on and now I can’t have you.”

“How did I get you turned on?” I ask, pulling her to her feet.

“You don’t know what it does to me when you lay down the law!” She laughs, not quite believing it herself.

“Sometimes with you, it
’s the only way.” I tug her hand so that she is pressed against me.

“Well, it does things to me.” She laughs ruefully. “You
’ve messed with my brain Danny Morgan. I’ve changed.”

“Things?” My face moves close to hers until we are sharing air. "What things?"

She nods. “Rude things.”

I run my fingers up her back until my hand is at the back of her neck, poised to make her close the remaining inch between us. “I’ll have to remember that
,” I whisper, breathing harder, just from the closeness.

Just then, Scott and Max walk into the bar. “Get a room!”
yells Scott.

I close my eyes and sigh. “Later Mrs. Morgan
,” I say kissing her forehead instead and prising myself away. I don’t let go of her though, we hold hands all night.

She seems to love everything. I’ve arranged an American feast from our American diner. Jake has done all of the best stuff they do here in smaller versions and it’s being served canapé style. Except these canapés will actually feed you and I've told them just to keep it flowing. No half bottle per head here. Everyone is enjoying it, it’s way better than a sit-down meal.

We manage to take some group photos. I didn't ask for all that formal stuff, but having everyone together like this it seems ridiculous not to. But they are not the posed
, stuffy kind. We are all laughing at each other and having fun. I know the shots will be animated and full of life. The photographer gets a great shot of me and my groomsmen showing Liv our matching shoes. Then one of just Liv and I with our ‘his and hers’ shoes. She loves the shoe thing best of all I think. Every photo I’m aware of (and I'm sure there are so many I'm not aware of) makes me think of the house that we will fill with them. I can't wait to be living there now, with any luck we'll sign the papers before we leave on our honeymoon.

Liv is laughing with Connie about Dave and Connie's husband
, Jack, wanting to be 'down with the kids' and insisting on getting Converse too. I wasn't planning on it becoming a feature, but as I’d mentioned it to lots of people, everyone seemed to get involved. I would say over half of the guests are wearing them or at least pushing the accepted formal footwear boundaries. I’ve seen some Vans and one friend of Liv's is wearing velvet Doc Martins. This is just what I wanted. No pretences, just us.

I spot Ali and Carla coming out of the diner
. Ali nods to confirm their job is done. I asked them to fix up the flat for me. When I decided to have the wedding here, I also gave our wedding night some thought. Although it would be nice to go to a hotel, then we'd have to leave the party. I decided Liv would prefer to be at home, so I asked the girls to tidy away all the traces of everyone getting ready there this morning. They said they would make it romantic for us, I trust them, they seemed really into the idea.

Max taps my shoulder and tells me it's time for the speeches, so I gather Liv and some drinks and head inside to the stage. Everyone either files in or finds a spot in the garden where they can see. Liv and I step up onto the stage and join Max and Jen.

"Hello everyone," Max says into the mic, to settle the crowd. "Where are the bride and groom's parents?" We wait while they position themselves either side of us. "I think we'll start with Dave."

Dave gives a wave as friends cheer. "Thanks!"
he says. "I only want to say a few words about this wonderful girl. She was ten when she came barrelling into my life. I was already in love with her mum, so I knew I would love her girls easily. We have certainly had our ups and downs, becoming a family. Being a step-parent is a constant test. Some days you pass, some days you don't. But Liv is one of those people that doesn't make things more difficult than they need to be and I’m very grateful to have her as my daughter. She has made her mother and me so proud with her accomplishments. We’ve watched her grow into a superb business woman. She has a rebellious streak, sure. But we’ve never needed to worry about her. We’re so happy that she found Danny again, because we have always known that they are perfect for each other. Danny doesn't need to be welcomed into our family, he knows he has always had a place with us. So let me just say, we’re glad you’re back where you belong. Please raise your glasses to our girl and her perfect man." Everyone, murmurs 'to the bride and groom' as Liv hugs Dave and then her mom.

I'm slightly surprised to see my
dad then step up to the mic. We hadn't planned for him to say anything.

"Hi everyone, I know
it’s unconventional for the groom’s dad to join in, but hey, I'm in unconventional company. I just wanted to add a few words about Danny, while we are doing the proud parent thing. I hope you don't mind?" He looks to Dave as he says this and Dave laughs and signals that the floor is all his.

"Most of you know that Danny is an American, which may or may not have inspired Liv's path in life
," he says waving at the surroundings. "But you may not know that I was born here, a couple of roads away as a matter of fact. Like Liv, I too know what it is to be infatuated with all things American, so I decided to study there. I met Pam in the library at Stanford and the rest, as they say, is history. But when we were given the opportunity to come back here, I jumped at the chance to bring our boy up in my hometown. He settled in straight away, no doubt because on his first day here, literally his first day, he fell in love. We always knew we would go back to California eventually, but we didn't fully appreciate how difficult that would be for Danny. We are so proud of the difficult choices he’s made. He followed us home when we suspected he might refuse and took the opportunity to get the finest education and become an expert in his field. But we always knew his heart got left behind. So we are so pleased that he has finally made himself whole again. Being so far from your child isn't something you necessarily want as a parent, but we have divided our life between two places, so as far away as it is, at least it's home. Danny, we are so proud of you for coming home." I bite back tears as my parents hug me. I really need to keep my shit together, I still have to speak.

Next Jen and Max step up together. Jen goes first.

"At this point we usually hear from the best man. But as you already know, this ain't no ordinary shindig! Max and I are totally used to explaining the relationships we have with these two by now, so just to clarify, I'm Jen and I'll be your best man today and the lovely Max will be your Maid of Honor!" Cheers and whistles erupt as the whole room laughs. Jen lets it settle then continues.

"Danny and I were babies together, our parents are best friends. But he moved here when we were so young I hardly had any memory of him. When I heard he was coming back, I thought, oh no! I just knew straight away, I would be expected to show him around, have him come out with my friends and knowing our parents, eventually marry him! I didn't know him but I knew he was an
eighteen-year-old boy, how hard are they to figure out? Well...what I got was not what I was expecting. For a start he was gorgeous! But he wasn't like other eighteen-year-old boys. I dragged him around to parties and the movies, but he only went to keep everyone off his back. Hell, I only took him to get everyone off mine!" She giggles.

I laugh. "Thanks babe, I love you too!"

"It took me a while to realise and an even longer time to get him to admit that he had a broken heart. But once he opened up, we instantly became friends. Then it wasn't a chore to be with him at all. I like to think I helped him to get back on his feet and get back out there. But even though he forced himself to forget, he never really did get back out there. He has great friends and was enjoying life, but no one ever came close as far as love was concerned. I was getting worried that this would go on forever, when Liv landed in our lives with a bang. All I can say is, on that day, Danny came alive. It was like someone switched him over to HD.

"Danny has been my best friend for twelve years.
I’d never been friends with a guy before, but Danny wasn't a guy, he was Danny. He has looked out for me, laughed with me, cried with me, even found me a husband. He has been the most loving, supportive, generous best friend a girl could ever have. I love you, Danny," she says directly to me, lifting her glass.

"But Bob was right, he left his heart here and although it sucks that you left it so far away
, Danny, I'm glad you came to find it." Murmured agreements come from all around as I wipe tears from my eyes. Liv dissolved ages ago and is on her third tissue. "I'm so glad you’re finally happy," she says rushing into my arms as she too gives into the emotion.

Once we
’ve composed ourselves, I go back to holding Liv's hand, but I keep hold of Jen’s too. Max steps up.

"Hey everyone. I'm not sure about this Maid of Honour business, but...'I am what I am, I don't want praise, I don't want pity'..." Max croons.

"Oh God! Don't sing!" groans Liv beside me. Everyone laughs.

Max rolls his eyes, "Alright, I won't steal your limelight. I'll make it about you
," Max tells Liv, ignoring the crowd. Then he turns back to the room and shakes his head.