Davey''s Point of View.
I stand nervously in front of the vicar at St Johns Church, as Andy stands beside me, excitedly hoping from foot to foot.
"Will Mammy be long?" He asks me, for the umpteenth time.
I smile down at him, because that is the question I want the answer to as well.
"Hopefully not too much longer buddy." I grin down at him.
He looks so cute in his little morning suite. A ck jacket with tails, teamed with dark grey trousers that have a slight stripe in them, a royal blue cravat around his cor. He is dressed identically to me, and I couldn''t be prouder of him. His top hat is on the chair behind him, as he got bored carrying it under his arm. I just hope he doesn''t forget it is there and sits on the thing.
"Have you still got the rings buddy?" I checked with him, again.
"Yes Dad, they are in my pocket right here." He grins up at me, nodding his head.
The organist halts ying the soft music it was, as they crank up the volume and "Here Comes The Bride." echoes around the stone church.
My little best man dances beside me with excitement, as he turns round to look up the aisle.
"Aunty Lucy, Aunty Josie, and Aunty Liv are walking down Dad." He tells me. I sneak a peak over my shoulder, breaking with tradition to not watch the bridal party arrive. I am so happy to see my sister as a bridesmaid. Are things perfect between us now? No, but we are on the right path, and that is all I can hope for.
The girls all look stunning in their royal blue dresses, Josie''s bump looks cute underneath the flow of the dress, and Lucy looks like she hasn''t even had a baby, let alone gave birth not that long ago.
I nced over to see Ben holding little Emilia. She is super cute, as he looks with pride at Lucy. Anders beams with happiness as he watches his wife, my sister, from another mister.
I look back towards the altar, as Andy pulls on the sleave of my coat.
"She is here dad, she looks beautiful, next to granddad whip-me." He shouts.
I roll my lips together, yes Andy calls my old Station officer Whip-me, thed has heard us all call him that to many times, and try as we might to correct him, he still calls him that. Joanne and Whip-me are nana and grandad to all the kids now, and the pair of them love having so many grandchildren, not giving a hoot if they are by blood to one of them or not. After all, we are all family here.
The urge to look around is almost too much to take, but thankfully Kathline arrives beside me, and I instantly nce round at her, and f**k me, does she take my breath away!
She is stunning, her dress is that shiny stuff, satin I think, but who the f**k knows? It dips in a V at the front, and fits her banging body like a glove, before gently moving out from her hips. A line it think I heard Josie call it. I don''t know, but she is absolutely gorgeous, and my length instantly stood to attention at the sight of her. Hell, I cannot wait to get her back to the hotel and consummate this marriage. There is no sign of our little secret which we found out about just a week ago. Yes, we are having a baby, but it is too early to tell everyone yet, especially not Andy, as I know he will get super excited and pregnancy is a long time to wait for a little kid.
Whip-me ces Kathline''s hand in mine and together we step forward in front of the Vicar as our ceremony begins.
Kathline''s Point of View.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I look at the two most important men in my life. Today is perfect, although I think our little secret is not so secret, considering I refused the ss of champagne Josie tried to give me, then there was the small thing of demanding the salmon canopies that Lucy had brought for us to eat as we got ready to be removed from my sight immediately before I threw up. Both girls raised an eyebrow at me, and I could not help the smile on my face, then nodded but quickly shushed them by cing a finger on my lips.
I looked at Davey''s handsome face. He was my first boyfriend, then, ignoring the little glitch in between, he is now, in approximately half an hour. If the vicar hurries up and gets to the vows, rather than the long speech he is giving about marriage and what it means, he will be my husband.
I nce down at Andy, as he pulls on Davey''s arms and shouts.
"Dad, do you need these rings yet? I still have them safe in my pocket."
The congregation all titter as Davey chuckles and looks down at him rubbing his red hair.
"Not yet son, but soon." He grins at him.
"I think that is my cue to hurry up." The vicarughs.
I look at Davey, and I can read him like a book. I know fine well, he is biting back a sarcasticment about him doing just that. But, he keeps that thought to himself, and I giggle at him, giving him a look that tells him, I know what he is thinking, and I feel exactly the same. It is strange, but we have such a close bond together, one I never knew could exist, we each know what the other is thinking.
Finally, the Vicar gets to the good bit, and we exchange our vows with each other. We went traditional, like our wedding. Making our promises before God and our friends and family. Andy pulls out the rings, dropping one on the floor, then scrambles to pick it up, as both Davey and Iugh, and I tell him he did a great job.
The vicar finally announces that Davey may kiss the bride, and Andy ps and cheers loudly.
We sign the marriage certificate, pose for photographs, then walk back up the aisle. As I stepped outside into the mid-day sun, Tracey from the office and Mel both stepped forwards, throwing practically a whole box of confetti down my dress. We allugh, as more pictures are taken, before we get into the Rolls Royce, Andy climbing in the middle of us, because this is as much his day as it is ours.
I look at Davey who smiles at me, patting his breast inside pocket, and ncing down at Andy as we both make our way to the Quayside Exchange for our wedding reception.
"Mammy, I have been thinking." Andy tells me, his eyes wide.
"Oh-oh." Davey chuckles beside him.
"What have you been thinking, son?" I asked him.
"Well, Grant said that if Ie on your honeymoon, like we promised, then you will not really be married and that Davey still will not be my real dad." He tells me.
I hold in my frustrated sigh. I know kids are kids, but I could cheerfully throttle that one. He has been filling Andy''s head full of crap for weeks now, telling him Davey isn''t his real Dad, my boying home from school in tears. I have spoken with his parents more than a few times about this, and the school, but they don''t give a crap that their son is turning into a bully, so the nastyments continue to upset my boy.
"That is not right son." Davey tells him.
"Yes, we are really married, and we are all going together on our familymoon. You ignore Grant." I told him.
Yes, Andy ising with us, we are going to Paris. Three days in Disnend, and four days in the city of love. I wouldn''t change a thing about it, and Davey was the one who insisted we bring our son with us, because today we have more to celebrate than just our wedding. However, Andy is leaving with Cal, Kirsty and Dante when they leave the reception, so we can have tonight to have our personal celebration.
We pulled up outside the venue, and walked in, heading downstairs to the cer area, which is done out in exposed brick with gorgeous arches, as our friends and family began to arrive.
"Have you got your speech ready buddy?" Davey asks
"Yes Dad, I know what I want to say." He tells him, bringing himself up to his full height, and both Davey and I chuckle at him. Andy''s Point of View.
I look up at my mammy, she looks like a pretty princess. I know she tells me that she will be really married to my daddy, but I really hope that she will be. I want Davey to be my real daddy, and Grant said he will never be that, and that made me sad inside. I go off to y with Kristie and Dante. She has got a table-cloth from one of the tables, and has put it over her head, as we pretend to get married. Dante is the boring man who married mammy and daddy. I look over to Aunty Lucy, I wish Emilia could y, but she is to little yet. All she does is sleep and cry, and poop in her nappy, making a horrid smell. But Nana Joanne tells me she will soon grow up and will be able to y with me, like Kirstie, Dante and sometimes Moses, whoes to visit Grandad Whip-me a lot now. Mammyes over to me, and smiling she asks me toe sit at the table, to get my food.
I follow her, smiling, because I get my own special food, so does Kristie and Dante. The adults all have this posh yucky food, and we are getting chicken nuggets and chips. Much better.
"You ready with your speech son?" Daddy asks me, and I nod my head.
"You can go first." He tells me, then someone picks up their fork and tters it against a ss.
I hope they don''t break it. Thest time I broke a *s when I was being silly, I got a time out.
Seven minutes sitting doing nothing is a LONG TIME!
Everybody goes very quiet, and Daddy smiles at me, nodding his head, and I stand up, and do what I have seen on the telly, and make a small coughing sound. The adults allugh a little at me, some saying Ahh, and I give them a big smile, showing them my new big teeth.
"I would like to give a ....toast?" I question looking at Mammy, who nods her head, smiling at me.
"To mammy and daddy, who got married today." I say, then lift up my ss of pop as the adults all lift their sses of white pop and say mammy and daddy''s names before drinking it, so I copy them, then sit down in my seat.
"Good job buddy." Daddy tells me, before standing up and giving his speech.
"Firstly, my wife and I would like to thank you all foring." He says in a big voice.
All the adults cheer and p. I don''t know why.
"Secondly, I would like to also thank my beautiful Kathline for agreeing to be my wife." He tells Mammy, looking down and smiling at her. Daddy always smiles when he looks at Mmmy and me.
"Kathline and I also have another important announcement, which involves this little man here." Daddy says in his big voice again, as Mammy moves beside me and sits me on her knee.
I squirm a bit, because I am a big boy now, and don''t much like to sit on her knee anymore.
"Andy, you are my son, and I love you with everyst beat of my heart." Daddy tells me.
"I know, you have had some nasty things said about me not being your real daddy. Butst week, the judge in the court, signed a piece of paper that I have here. That means I have adopted you. Which means that now, you are my real son, and nobody can tell you differently. Mammy and Daddy love you so much and I cannot wait to begin our lives together as a family."
I looked up at daddy, the judge said he is my daddy now, that is official, and I began to cry. I hope nobody sees it because I am a big boy and big boys shouldn''t cry! But mammy hugs me tighter, as Daddy wraps his big arms around us both and kisses mammy, then my head. I look up, and I see that maybe it is okay to cry, because my daddy is crying as well. Everyone else ps and cheers, as I grin at them.
I have a REAL Daddy!