Castle Roland

Protecting David

by TA-Terry


Chapter 9

Published: 19 Oct 15

Protecting David

by TA (Terry)

I had been reaching for David for a while, but it's a big bed and when it's totally dark and your eyes are closed anyway, people can get lost. I slowly moved further over to David's side of the bed thinking that he was over by the edge, but he wasn't there. I rolled back to my side knowing that he would be back from the bathroom soon and I'd feel his warm arms around me, but after a while it began to register in my brain that wasn't happening.

I sat up in bed and turned on the light, no David and no Joe either. I slid out of bed and started searching. When I got to the hallway I could see light coming from the den. When I got to the den the desk light was on and so was the computer, but David was more or less curled up in a leather chair with a small wool blanket wrapped around him sound asleep, Joe was sleeping next to the chair.

This had been going on for weeks. David had outgrown his job and every attempt he made to get his bosses to let him do more was rebuffed. Now he was planning a move, but we didn't really talk about it.

I whispered, "David." I touched his shoulder, "Babe."

His eyes opened slowly and then suddenly he seemed startled. "Oh geez, Mark, it's you… you scared me." There was a dark growth of stubble on his face.

I walked over to the computer. "You done with this, babe?"

"Oh yeah, I guess so, you can turn it off."

I turned off the computer and the desk light, then walked back to David. I bent down and picked him up. "I'm taking you back to bed."

He giggled and laid his head on my upper arm. "Don't fucking drop me." At something like 135 or 140 pounds there wasn't much chance of me dropping him.

"I won't, but don't wiggle." While walking back to the bedroom I asked. "You ready to tell me yet?"

"Maybe tomorrow night. Would that be okay? I promise I'll tell you tomorrow."

I kissed his forehead. "Whenever you're ready, baby."

When I put him down he kissed me. "You're a very understanding man."

I held him tightly. "I know, but I figure you're worth it. Now let's go to bed."

I laid down and David slid in next to me, his back to my chest, my arm wrapped around him. I was asleep again in seconds.

David tossed and turned all night, finally I gave up on trying to hold onto him and just kind of let him whip around on his side of the bed. About five in the morning he got up and went into the kitchen to make coffee. I could hear him quietly moving around trying not to make any noise. I stretched and rolled over, looked at the alarm clock and rolled out of bed. Walking into the kitchen I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me tightly.

"Can I get a cup of that too?"

David turned in my arms and laid his head on my chest. He spoke softly. "Tell me I'm doing the right thing."

"David, I trust you, I trust your judgement. Jesus, even Frank trusts you, and believe me that doesn't happen much." I turned his face up and kissed him. "What's the worst thing that can happen?"

"I'll be without a job and lost all of my savings."

I put my hand on the side of his head and pulled him to my chest. "That's not a problem. I make more than enough to support us and you can always get another job." I was speaking softly to the top of his head. "The thing I want…the only thing that's important to me is that you're happy."

David looked up at me. "I'm going to resign today."

I ran my knuckles lightly down the side of his face. "You're sure that's what you want to do?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Good! Now can we have some fucking breakfast?"

"Breakfast? I gotta give ya breakfast? Shit, I let ya fuck me all the time - that isn't enough?"

"You LET me fuck you? You're always begging me to fuck ya?" I push David back against the counter and kissed him deeply. He's the most precious thing in my life.

We'd just had sex and I was playing with David's hair. "God, you're a good fuck"

"Gee, you're a smooth talker."

"I was just thinking that we take sex for granted. I mean, don't ya remember before we met when ya never knew when you were gonna get sex and you'd usually end up going home and beating off."

David looked at me. "Yeah, you're right. I can't remember the last time that I was like crazy horny. I'm still horny a lot, but it's anticipation horny cause I know that you're gonna be plowing my butt. David straddled my waist, leaned forward and kissed me. "You're a pretty reliable guy." He lay down on top of me. "I wonder if we'll still be fucking when we're sixty?"

I ran my hands down David's back and cupped his butt in my hands. "Sure we will, guys can still have sex into their eighties." I laughed. "Though I suppose it'll be slower sex. The one thing that I do know for sure is I won't love you any less, no matter how old we are." I kissed David's neck. "No matter what happens, no matter how old or how sick, none of that will matter as long as we're together."

David was looking down at me with maybe the beginning of tears in his eyes. "I'll love you forever." He rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands and shook the mood off.

He looked at me and sighed.

"Gonna be a tough day today, quitting and all, I hate days like this… ending days." He laid his head on my chest just under my chin. "I'll be home early, probably really early. They don't let you stay around once you quit."

"Anything I can do to make it easier?" I was lightly stroking the back of his head.

"Nah, it just has to be done. Besides, you've already made it easier, you make everything easier." David sat up still straddling my waist. "Well, I better get this fucking show on the road."


A little after ten that morning I got an instant message on my cell phone. "Deed is done." Then just before leaving for home in the late afternoon I got a cell call from David asking me to meet him at some office space that he'd rented not too far from home.

David introduced me to two other guys who would be working with him and would share the offices. Jeff Monroe was David's age, a very introverted guy that David told me later knew more about programming than the guys at Microsoft. The other fella was Matt Reynolds and, according to David, Matt's specialty was foreign exchange.

There were four private offices, a conference room, and a large central area that could easily accommodate six or eight cubicles. There were tech guys and telephone guys there already installing computers and communications lines under Jeff's watchful eye.

David and I stayed until about eight o'clock when the computer guys finally left, then we went to dinner at a small restaurant near our house that we go to a lot. David was looking kinda drained, excited, worried, and probably a couple of other things, so I got us both a Martini before dinner.

We knew the owner and staff of this restaurant really well and they always gave us a quiet little table where we could even hold hands if we wanted to. Not that either one of us had hang-ups about showing affection in public, but we were reluctant to do it if it might cause a problem for the owner - that wasn't the case with 'our place'.

Getting information out of David before he's entirely ready to give it is a near impossibility and I've learned that the information comes faster if I don't ask, or at least don't ask too much. This isn't to say that we keep secrets from each other, at least not in the only area that really matters to us, which is our relationship.

When it comes to our love for each other, we're way beyond being totally open with each other. When it comes to business things, sometimes other rules apply. We both had jobs where a certain amount of discretion was expected and necessary. So David's reluctance to talk about the company that he was obviously creating didn't particularly bother me. It was driving Frank crazy, however, but that's a whole other story. At least three times a day Frank would come into my office with his latest guess at what David was up to and as it turns out, his last idea was pretty much on the money, but then Frank and David think amazingly alike. Frank figured that David was creating a consulting company specializing in mergers and acquisitions and that was about sixty-five percent correct.

The scope of the company was much larger than Frank thought; the company was much more than this local office - he was establishing similar offices in London, Zurich, and Cape Town. I know… Cape Town, but the guy there wouldn't move.

"Babe, how'd they take your quitting? Didn't get ugly, did it?"

David was scanning the menu. "No, but they did offer me more money. You don't think I'm getting fat do you?"

"Baby, you haven't gained an ounce since we met." Then, "You're driving Frank nuts, ya know."

David laughed. "I know. Well, not anymore I'm not. I called him and told him. Actually, you guys are our first client." David looked thoughtful for a moment. "I probably shouldn't have told you that."

"You're secret's safe with me." Then, "Oh shit, I guess I'll have the steak sandwich."

"Yeah, that sounds good, let's make it two and… let's have a beer with it."

"Yeah, that's good. So, without any specifics, are you gonna be able to do Frank's thing?"

"With any luck it's already done. I'll check when we get home." David was rubbing the tip of his thumb against the side of my hand. "The waiter has the hots for you."


"Our waiter, he looks at you like he wants you to be the main course."

"Oh, David, come on… your crazy. He's never indicated… never said anything anyway."

"I can see it in his eyes, the… well, I was gonna say bitch, but I guess I can't blame him for wanting you."

I was totally flabbergasted. When I'm around David, he's all that exists. I hadn't even really noticed the waiter, well, other than to say hello.

I took David's hand. "Well, I don't see it, but it doesn't really matter. After all, I'm married."

David looked at me for a few seconds. "You really don't see it when they look at you like that, do you?"


David rolled his eyes and pretended to slam his head on the table.

"David! I don't want to talk about this. I can't stop'em from looking, but my fantasies are about you."

"I'm just teasing ya, hun." David squeezed my hand. "It's been a day and a half and this is only the beginning."

"David, why do you have all these offices scattered around the globe? Why not one central office?"

"Well, it's really just a case of opening an office where the guys have scattered to. For instance, in London there's Jamie, Charles, and Bill. Jamie and Charles are experts on International banking, particularly banking that's tailored to very wealthy individuals and families. Their contacts in that area are unbelievable. Bill pretty much works for them, but in the same field. In Zurich, Tyler is fantastic at International law and has great connections in northern Europe.

The only reason we have an office in Cape Town is because Archie's wife won't live anywhere else, and he won't go further than twenty feet from her. But Archie has fantastic experience in index futures trading and complex options strategies, and he has great connections with all the major trading rooms. Hopefully, in the next few weeks I'll be able to get another friend of ours to open an office in Los Angeles, and I would dearly love one in Hong Kong, but I'm running out of people.

"Anyway, with Internet conferencing, there's very little need for all of these people to be in one place, or to even have a place to meet a client."

Dinner was over and we were sipping a B&B. David looked tired and said. "You'll meet'em all, Mark, but for the moment let's talk about something else. It's like this has consumed me for months.

"I was thinking today about fear, fear of starting a business, fear in general." David paused for a moment and started playing absentmindedly with my fingers. "I was thinking about how afraid I was before I met you, at least about some things. You really saved me." David looked up at me with glistening eyes. "Do you remember when you first hauled me out of that stream, how after you kissed me I started to cry?"

I took David's hand in mine to comfort him. I spoke softly. "Yeah, I do remember."

"I was crying because I was overwhelmed with this feeling that I'd just been saved, that you had saved me and not just from drowning. I still feel that way, like when I'm in your… arms." David lowered his head for a minute. "I'll tell ya later… why don't we head on home?"

Later after I had gotten into bed, I held the sheet up for David and he slid in with his back to me so that I could spoon him. When I wrapped my arms around him he shivered for a second, then sighed and settled in.


"Yep, hun."

"If I start to cry, it doesn't mean anything. I mean, so don't get crazy or anything, it's just an emotional release thing, okay?"

"David, you're in my arms and I'm not letting go, so if you need to cry or anything else, just go ahead and do it." I kissed the back of his neck and a few minutes later he did cry for a while and then fell asleep. I stayed quiet and still until I was sure that he was okay, then I fell asleep.

I have really large, strong hands and if I put the tips of my thumbs together and spread my hands I can go about two thirds of the way around David's waist.

David had been putting in 14 and 16 hour days for the last month, and while the business was doing great, it was taking a fairly heavy toll on his nerves. That's why I was sitting naked on David's hips while he was lying face down in bed. My hands were at the base of his spine and his back was coated with warm oil. I was slowly moving my hands towards his shoulders while varying the pressure of my fingers, depending on whether I was on muscle or bone. David was moaning. To tell you the truth, I really didn't know what I was doing, but I figured with warm oil and back rubbing it couldn't feel too bad. I started working on his shoulders, digging in my thumbs and stretching the muscle.

"God, babe, you've got a great ass!"

David turns over and kisses my arm. He's relaxed in a way that I haven't seen in the last few weeks. He moves his right leg so that it's behind me and pulls me even closer. Joe stands up, lays his head on the mattress, stares at David and wags his tail.

After I've gotten us cleaned up, I pull the blanket over us and Joe jumps up on the bed and takes up his position at the foot of David's side of the bed.

I'm about to turn off the light when David rolls over onto his back and pulls me on top of him so that my right leg is in between his legs and my upper body is on top of him. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls my head down into a deep kiss. We suck on each other's tongues for a while, and when he finally pulls away I look down at him with a quizzical look.

David smiles up at me. "Cause I love you so fucking much."

I bury my face in his neck and whisper. "Me, too, you."

The new week started with Frank coming into my office to see if I was still leaving for St. Louis later in the day and I told him yes, but he kinda continued to hang around, so I said. "What's up, Frank?"

"Well, as long as you ask."

I moaned.

"Marky, Chris is coming into town for the weekend."

"Frank, that's great. I assume from all this dancing around that you want us to host something."

"Yeah, that'd be great, but the thing is his roommate Jason is coming with him."

I fell back in my chair and pointed Frank at a facing chair. "Do you know if they're boyfriends?"

"Well, it's not like Chris has actually said, but it sounds that way to me. I mean in the little things he says and the way that everything is us or we, I'd say it's a safe bet."

"So what do you want us to do?"

Frank laughed. "Make Chris's family seem fucking normal. They're gonna be spending a day with Chris's mom and dad and two days with me. That should have them about ready to turn straight." Frank put a foot up on my desk. "I don't want them going back to California thinking how fucking lucky they are to be getting away from us. I do understand that some of that would be a normal reaction, but I'm hoping to minimize it. I don't want my grandson to feel he has to live two thousand miles away because we're all nuts."

"Will you bring Marcy?"

"Yeah, and Mike is coming with Elizabeth."

"Well, let's do it Saturday. Will the kids be staying with you and Marcy that night?"

"Ah… Saturday? Yeah, they'll be with us. Why?"

"Well, what I'm thinking is why don't you have the boys come in a separate car so that afterwards they can go out to a club or something." Frank was looking skeptical. "Frank, believe me, by then they're gonna need a little time to themselves, and Chris knows his way around town. Besides, if they're driving themselves, when you and Mike leave the boys can stay and talk for awhile." I smiled.

"Oh God, Marky! You're beginning to think like David… I like it." He put his other foot on the desk. "Well, speaking of David, what's the little fucker up to?"

"Frank, you probably know more than I do." Something just occurred to me. "Shit! I meant to give this to you." My coat was hanging on a chair, so I went over and rummaged through the pockets. "Here it is. Our rep in Los Angeles has been calling on this company like forever, the couple that owns the company are retired and it was being run by the old guys' kid. Well, the kid, who by the way was in his fifties, died about a month ago and now they've got some accounting guy running it. Bottom line is that they've been using lasers in their products since they were invented and our guy says that their engineering department has come up with a way of measuring altitude that is truly unique." I looked at Frank - he was now sitting forward in his chair. "The engineering guys are beginning to understand what they have and they might be looking for a new home."

"How would you handle it?" Frank was nervously flipping a gold pen back and forth in his fingers.

"Lemme ask you a question first?" I leaned forward in my chair with my elbows on my knees. "How much did David save you on that deal?"

"He didn't tell you?" Frank sounded genuinely surprised.

"He never does."

"Three hundred million," Frank leaned back, "over the agreed upon price. I still don't know how the little fucker got'em to agree to that."

"Frank, I don't want to sound like a pimp for my lover, but if I were you, I'd hire David's firm to check out the LA people and maybe put a deal together."

"Would he know how to evaluate it? Well, I suppose we could send our engineers with him."

"Frank, I have no idea one way or the other, but I'd be willing to bet you a thousand dollars that David's people will be better than ours."

Frank laughed. "You're probably fucking right."

I stood and stretched. "Frank, I gotta get going. I'll call David on the way to the airport and set things up for Saturday. I should be back in the office tomorrow afternoon early, so if we need to iron anything out we can do it then."

"Maybe I'll call David later and talk to him about this LA thing."

"I would, Frank. Especially because it's family owned. David has a way with individuals." I laughed. "You'll think that I'm probably crazy, but I'm beginning to think that David can almost read minds." Frank looked at me like I should be committed. "I know it sounds crazy, but I've seen it happen more than a couple of times now. I'm sure that it's just that he's got some natural ability to read body language or something, but the times that I've seen it happen, it's been really weird." I put my suit coat on and closed my briefcase. "I really don't dismiss it anymore. And the other thing is that when David puts together a deal everyone seems to feel like they won." Frank was walking me to the elevator. "I'm glad that he's on my side"

"I called to thank you for funding my Los Angeles office… and of course to tell you that I love you." David was on the phone and I was in a hotel room in St. Louis.

"I take it that Frank talked to you and that you're going to do it."

"Yeah, I've got two guys set up for that office and one of them is perfect for this, but I'm still going out there Monday myself."

I groaned. "I know that you have to. But God, I hope we don't get a pattern going that your leaving just as I'm coming back and vice versa. I'm already running a David deficiency and my level of you could become dangerously low."

David was laughing. "Does that all boil down to you being horny?"

"Something like that. Shit, I hate sleeping alone!"

"I do too, babe. Without your arms wrapped around me and your dick pressed against my butt, things just don't seem normal"

"I know, hun." Then, "I get in about noon tomorrow and I'll go right to the office, but I'm not staying there all afternoon. I'll probably be home around 4:00 or so. Want me to throw something together for dinner?"

"Let's just do a big salad and something on the grill thing. That way we can have more time together and the weather is still good, and who knows how much longer that's gonna last?"

"Yeah, that's good."

"Mark? You okay?"

"Just missin ya, babe. Thinking how nice it would be to have you laying on my chest."

"I love you to, Mark. More than I could ever tell you." David laughed. "And Joe loves ya too… even though he doesn't always show it."

"Well, I'm not so sure about Joe. Sometimes I think he'd like to see a lot less of me and a lot more of you."

"Not true, Mark. I'm looking into his eyes right now and he's definitely missing you."

"Well, hun, I miss you both, but I better get some sleep or I'm gonna be worthless tomorrow. Night, hun, love you."

"Me, too you, Mark. Me, too, you."

The airplane landed just a few minutes before noon and I grabbed my carryon and headed for the taxi. We lived only a few miles from the airport, maybe fifteen minutes, and I had decided to get a change of clothes before I went into the office.

The cab driver was talking to me and had just started to turn left onto the road that let to our street. I was confused that he was trying to turn because there were cars coming. I was sure that he was just pulling out into the middle of the intersection where he would wait until traffic cleared, but he didn't and all I could see was this gold colored car headed for my side of the car, and even though I was buckled in I was trying to get away from that oncoming car and yelling for the cab driver to stop all at the same time.

In a car crash the impact is stunning, the force of two 3000 pound pieces of metal coming together is really something. Our vehicle was spun wildly around and everything in the car not tied down went flying. The window next to me disappeared faster than my mind could comprehend and I found myself lying forward as far as the seatbelt would allow. I couldn't breath. I knew from past experience that this was just a matter of having the wind knocked out of me, but it's still hard not to panic. There was a lot of blood and I was concerned about that, but until my breath returned there wasn't much I could do, so I concentrated on that.

When the gold car hit us, it practically vaporized the window next to me and blew very tiny specks of glass towards my face in a type of explosion. I figured the blood could be coming from that, but didn't really know. As my breath started to return I was searching for my cell phone to call for help, cause there was no way that door was opening normally. I saw my cell phone lying on the floor of the cab, but I couldn't reach it and then a woman came running up to the car yelling that she had called for help on her cell phone, and as she said it I could hear sirens in the distance.

The pain in my right side was beginning, but it didn't feel serious; believe me, I know serious. So I decided to ignore it and concentrate on getting to my cell phone. While I could get the seat belt open I was having trouble bending. The lady with the phone was still standing about ten feet from the car like she was waiting for it to explode, so I waved her over. Behind her I could see the remains of the car that hit us with its air bag expended, but I couldn't see anyone in it. A few feet in front of the lady with the cell phone my sunglasses were laying on the pavement.

"Miss, miss!"

"They're coming! They're coming! I can hear the sirens." She was practically hysterical.

"It's okay. I know, I hear em too. Would you make a call for me?"

"A call? But they're already coming, I can hear them!"

I tried to turn to face her, but ended up just laying my head on the window sill. "Lady, please, just make this call for me. Okay?"

"Oh! You mean to someone else! Oh, I'm so sorry, but I've never seen anything like this before." Her hands were shaking so bad that I'm surprised she could hold the phone.

The cop cars were pulling up as I gave her David's number. "Miss, please just tell him what happened, that he should call the cops and find out where the ambulance takes me and then do whatever needs to be done. He'll know what to do." The police were moving people back and they were pushing her back too, so I just yelled, "Please make the call." She was trying to when I turned to the cop who had come through the other door.

"Buddy, don't move anything. Just stay still, the ambulance is coming." By now there were four cop cars, a fire truck, and an ambulance. I wondered in one part of my brain if all accidents brought out this much hardware. The lady was talking into the phone with one hand up to her ear so that she could hear. I didn't want to think about the anguish that call would be causing. I looked at the cop.

"I really am okay, officer."

"Buddy, let the EMTs decide that." The firemen were tearing the door off my side of the car. The cab driver was standing in front of the wreckage arguing loudly in a language I didn't understand. His way of making a living had just been taken away.

I was feeling tired. "Okay, officer, whatever." I turned my head to my right and couldn't help but notice the fireman was goodlooking in his uniform.

Then the EMTs were strapping me to a stretcher and firing questions at me. Name? What year was this? Who was the president and so on. Then the stretcher that I was strapped to was being slid into the ambulance. One person was taking my blood pressure while somebody else was injecting me with something. They slammed the doors and the siren was turned on. I was aware of the movement of the vehicle, the static of the radio, the work of the EMTs, the needle jabs, the EKG leads being attached… and it sent me back to Somalia, but there was something missing. What was missing? Oh yes, the thump, thump, thump of the helicopter was missing. Then I could see the world passing by, but we didn't stop for anything. I watched the tops of the trees and the street lights rush by, then we slowed after only a few minutes and pulled into some kind of building. Different people took me, cut my clothes off, and ran around doing things. Then way in the background I could see David talking with a very tall, distinguished, silver haired man. David looked so great in a charcoal gray suit, blue shirt and pale yellow tie, so handsome. The man had his hand on David's arm and was gesturing for David to stay calm. I tried to lift up my hand to wave, but something was holding it and I couldn't do it. Then they put really warm blankets on me and I realized that I must have been naked. This guy was right next to me asking me questions and I guess that I was answering him, but I felt a little vague. Then I was just falling, falling through total blackness…it didn't feel bad at all… then I stopped falling and just hovered in the darkness.

After a time, I was being called back, I really didn't want to go, but it was David calling, so I went almost all the way back, but not quite. It was so nice just being in the blackness, but soon I was so close to the surface that I felt like I had to open my eyes. I wondered for a second why anyone would come back - it felt that good.

"Hi, babe." My throat felt incredibly sore.

"Mark! Mark, it's okay, everything is gonna be okay." His black hair had fallen over his forehead and his emerald green eyes were a warm comforting green. "Baby, don't worry about anything."

"David… did… you… think… to… call… Frank? We… got… the… contract. Tell… him."

"He knows, Mark. This is his doctor, Doctor Kramer." The tall, silver haired man came over to the bed and took my wrist in his hand. I was sure he was checking my pulse even though he was talking.

"Mr. Chauvet, you've been in a pretty bad accident, but you're basically fine." He flashed a small light into my eyes. "There was a slight trauma to the head… a small concussion, but you'll be fine. We just want to keep you overnight to make sure nothing develops." He continued to hold my hand, not in a sexual way, but in a comforting way. I liked him.

"David." I raised my hand and David quickly took it. "Today is Friday, right? I mean the bar-b-que for Chris?"

David turned to Doctor Kramer.

"Mr. Chauvet, we're hoping to get you out of here tomorrow, but no excitement. I won't insist on bedrest, but it's gotta be damn close to it." He turned to David. "David, you have to promise me."

"I do promise you, Doctor." He looked at me hard. "And I don't give my word lightly."

I wondered what time it was and held up my wrist to look at my watch, which of course wasn't there.

"It's eleven at night, Mark."

Doctor Kramer came to the bed and picked up my wrist again. "Mark, are you gonna be able to sleep or do you need a sedative?"

"Doc, I don't think it'll be a problem."

"Okay, David's got my numbers and he knows to call. I'll see you tomorrow, and hopefully we'll be able to release you. I'll leave you guys alone now. Night, you guys."

We both said. "Night, Doctor."

I looked up at David. "I like him. But God, I love you."

David was holding my hand and bent down to kiss me. "I love you too, Mark." Tears were streaming down David's face.

"Oh, babe! Don't cry. I'm okay."

David had buried his face in my left hand and was sobbing almost uncontrollably. "I was so afraid. I've never been that afraid before… ever."

I pulled gently on David's arm. "Get in bed, David."

"I can't… they won't."

"Fuck em! What are they gonna do? Kick us out? I need you next to me, David, at least for a moment."

David climbed in on my good side and laid his head next to mine. "Now I know what you went through."

I took David's hand in mine and turned my head to look at him. "Life can be a bitch, David. I'm always amazed at what humans are capable of." I paused, then, "One thing among the many things that I've learned in this past year is that no matter what shit is happening, it's better if you're sharing it with someone you love."

David was sniffling, but he smiled and nodded.

I looked into his emerald eyes and whispered, "Till death do us part. David, do you take Mark to be your unlawfully wedded husband, to honor and hold in sickness and in health, through wealth and poverty, no matter how fucking stupid either of you behaves, till death do you part?"

David's eyes never left mine. "I do."

"Me, too, you."

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