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It started with Steve watching some TikToks on a tablet Henry had refurbished for him. He and Garrett were sitting behind the counter at the store on a lazy Thursday afternoon.
Steve paused the video he was watching and turned to Garrett. "Wait, so you're saying two guys can get married now?" Steve asked incredulously. "Like, legally?"
Garrett nodded. "Yeah."
Steve looked down at the tablet in his hand in awe. He quickly began searching for information about gay marriage. After a few quiet minutes of research, he set the tablet down firmly on the counter. "This is so awesome! Let's do it!" he declared.
Garrett blinked at him. "What?"
"Let's get married, Gargar! We already live together and do all the old married couple stuff. Let's make it official! Oh, quick, call Henry, Natalie, and Dawn. Should we do it here in the shop or make a trip to the Overworld?" Steve asked excitedly. “No, wait, wedding here and honeymoon in the Overworld!”
Garrett blinked, still trying to catch up. "You want to marry me?"
"Hell yeah! People fought hard for the right to marry the people they love, and I love you, so we should get married!" Steve added in an enthusiastic fist pump. Then he noticed Garrett's stunned silence. "Hey, everything ok, kitten?" Steve cupped Garrett's cheek, angling his face so they could look each other in the eyes.
"Yeah," Garrett gasped out in a rather broken prepubescent squeak. Then he coughed and tried again. "Yeah, all good. I just... didn't see that coming."
Steve smiled. "Gotta keep you on your toes," he said, pulling Garrett's face closer.
"But you're shorter than me. I have to bend down to kiss you, so it's you on your toes," Garrett argued.
Steve rolled his eyes. "Not what I meant. Now gimme a kiss Big Guy."
Garrett obediently kissed him. It wasn't one of those brain-meltingly hot kisses they shared in bed, no, this one was soft and sweet, and Steve revelled in it.
"So is that a yes?" He asked hopefully. "Will you marry me?"
"That's a hell yes," Garrett said, pulling him closer and dragging him into a deeper kiss.
Of course, that's when the bell over the shop door jingled and Henry walked in. The kid didn't even blink at the two of them kissing, given that this was not the first time he'd caught them doing it.
"Hey guys," he chirped, heading for the little work station they'd set up for him in the corner of the shop.
"Oh, Hank, perfect timing. Will you be my Best Man?" Garrett asked.
Henry looked at them, raising an eyebrow. "Like, at your wedding?"
"Yeah. Steve and I are getting married!" Garrett announced.
"Oh! Congratulations!" Henry grinned and ran over to hug them.
"Thanks, buddy. Now, quick, we gotta call Natalie and Dawn and start planning," Steve said.
And so, they got married in the shop that Saturday. Dawn officiated. Natalie was the flower girl and ring bearer. Henry and Dennis were the best men. Marlene and her fiancé, Nitwit, attended as guests, along with Daryl from the storage auctions. They hired an at-home hibachi chef to cater the wedding and had a blast oohing at onion volcanoes, catching shrimp in their mouths, and being sprayed with sake (lemonade in Henry's case). Afterwards, they rocked out to some classic rock for the reception. Natalie even baked a square wedding cake for them as a nod to where Garrett and Steve first met.
"Best wedding EVER!" Steve declared as he and Garrett slow danced to Take My Breath Away. He didn't know where Garrett had gotten the pink suit, but he looked edible in it.
"Yeah, it was perfect," Garrett agreed. "You even found a suit in your signature color."
"Dawn took me to four thrift stores to find it," Steve said.
"Bridezilla," Dawn teased from beside them on the dancefloor, where she was twirling Henry.
"You're the best, Dawn. Love ya."
"Love ya back," she said as she and Henry drifted away from them.
"I love weddings," Marlene said from their other side, where she and Nitwit danced.
"We're looking forward to yours," Steve said.
"I, as well, look forward to our impending nuptials," Nitwit said. He nuzzled his large nose against Marlene's face, causing her to giggle with glee.
"Hey," Garrett whispered, "Is Daryl dancing with the hibachi guy?" He twirled them around slowly so Steve could look.
"Aww, maybe he made another friend!" Steve said. Daryl had shown up at the shop shortly after they returned to the real world and insisted that they were buds, much to Garrett's irritation. But he was a good guy, and he made a mean bacon-loaded baked potato salad, so he made a great BBQ buddy to complement his and Garrett's grilling skills.
"Maybe," Garrett said skeptically. They completed their little turn, and he watched as Natalie danced with Dennis. He wasn't sure where they got a square-shaped doggy tux, but Dennis was rocking it and dancing with Dawn with his front paws on her shoulders and his tongue lolling out happily. Garrett smiled. All his friends were happy, and he was happy. He had his husband in his arms. His husband! And to think, all this came about because he overpaid for Steve's storage locker at an auction. He might not have that 1978 Atari Cosmos, but he had something way better. He had a family now.
The song changed, and everyone but Steve groaned at the opening percussion of Never Gonna Give You Up began.
“What? I love this song!” Steve said.
“I love you,” Garrett declared, staring at him with fond exasperation.
“Love you too, husband.” Steve beamed as he leaned up on his toes for a kiss. “Now let's dance!”
And so they danced and sang the night away, and a good time was had by all.
The End