I tugged at the annoying black bowtie around my neck as I checked myself out in the tall mirror.

The suit I wore fit my body perfectly but somehow I still felt uncomfortable in it..

Maybe because it meant I was getting married.

I never imagined myself standing here getting ready for my own wedding.

It was more than unbelievable that not only was I getting married but I was marrying a guy.

"Almost ready, Royce?"

Pablo smiled proudly at me as he walked in the room and helped adjust the bowtie that was giving me trouble.

"It's crazy seeing you like this. I always thought you were going to live on your own." Pablo teased and stepped back to make sure nothing else was out of order.

"That's a lie. I would be living with all thirty of my cats." I replied causing us to share a laugh together.

Pablo placed his hand on my shoulder and for a moment was serious.

"I am proud of you, Royce. I hope Chris makes you happy little brother." he almost started to cry.

Another reason why I hated weddings. People always cried.

"Thank you." I said and embraced Pablo in a tight hug.

We were then informed that the wedding was about to start.

We headed out to the sunny park where people patiently waited in their seats.

The wedding was small but very decorated with white flowers.

Angela spent all her time arranging everything and making sure it all came out perfect.

I didn't want anything extravagant and neither did Chris.

Only a few family members and close friends were here.

The priest stood behind me as I waited for the bride to come out.

Or should I say my fiancé.

Frankie was my best man while Chris chose Luis.

It was funny that at the end they ended up getting married before Chris and I.

They were currently in the process of adopting a child while Frankie got full custody of my little bear.

Who at the moment kept waving his little hand at me across the row of people.

He wore a similar tuxedo like Frankie and had his hair nicely combed back.

My little bear was no longer the small child I once carried around.

He was growing up right in front of my eyes.

I waved back at him and held back a laugh when he flipped me off.

He does learn from the best.

I looked over at my dad and Angela as they stared at me with teary eyes.

Great, more crying.

Angela was already sobbing and her son wasn't even out here yet.

Nasiha carelessly played with her curled hair and smacked my dads face a couple of times.

My little sister looked beautiful in her white dress and a yellow sunflower crown on top of her wavy hair.

Pablo sat beside them with his pregnant girlfriend holding my boy.

Anthony was now two years old and had the brightest blue eyes ever. His baby smile was intoxicating and it always melted my heart when he called out to me.

He sucked on his pacifier and kept making grabby hands at me, but I couldn't hold him.

That's when the familiar music started to play. Everybody stood up and turned their heads to see Chris walk down the aisle.

"Here we go..you'll never forget this moment." Frankie whispered in my ear as I saw Chris with a bouquet of white roses in his hands.

He wore a tuxedo with a simple black tie to match.

Somehow he glowed in beauty as he walked towards me.

My eyes were stuck on the bright smile that wouldn't leave his face.

Chris came into my life unaware of the great impact he would have on me.

He has changed everything..

This brat was the reason that for once in my life I was hopeful for the future.

I had gone to hell and back but he was by my side through it all.

And now he was going to be here with me forever.

"Good thing you didn't trip." was the first thing I told him as he stood in front of me.

He chuckled and we both waited for the priest to begin.

As he talked, Chris and I just kept staring at each-other with grins.

The wind blew on our faces and made me blame it for the tears threatening to escape my eyes.

Chris then began to silently cry as I said my part.

"I Royce give you this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." I said out loud and placed the silver ring on his finger.

It all felt surreal as Chris said the same exact words to me and held my hand.

I was actually marrying this boy..

The priest made us say some other things before finally getting to the end.

Standing was not really my thing and the sun was hitting my face.

"I do." I said and wiped the tear that fell down Chris's cheek.

I could hear people 'aww' at my action and almost made me want to punch them.

"By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom." The priest said with a smile.

Finally.

I leaned over and passionately kissed my brat. I've been wanting to do that since the moment I saw him.

His soft lips sparked the flame that burned for him inside me.

People clapped and cheered as we walked hand in hand down the aisle.

They threw rice and I got a good handful in the face by Pablo and Danny.

Kids I swear.

Throughout the day it felt like a complete numb experience. Everything happened so fast as Chris and I had our first dance together.

And the moment we cut the three layered cake and posed for pictures with everyone who begged for them.

Chris threw his rose bouquet to the crowd of desperate women who were eager to get married next.

I was surprised when a little girl caught it and jumped up and down in joy.

I kissed Anthony's chubby cheek and pointed to Chris.

"Look at daddy with his girly friends. Little does he know that Papa is going to make a mess of him on our honeymoon." I said and received a giggle from my little boy, like he understood what I had said.

"You're a complete sicko for telling that to your child." Frankie laughed and sat beside me.

I lightly fixed Anthony's hair and sat him down on my lap.

"Didn't Danny catch you and Luis doing the dirty? Or am I wrong?" I mocked back and took a sip of my beer.

Frankie punched my arm, "You jerk! He did, but he thought we were wrestling under the covers. Luckily, he has not asked any questions about it." he sighed in relief.

"So to make this all clear..you're the sicko here." I confirmed with a smirk.

Frankie glared and started to play with Anthony's stuffed monkey.

"It's crazy how much he resembles Cymphony sometimes. Will you ever tell him about her?" he said out of thought.

I shrugged, "if he asks about his real mom then I will tell him about it." I honestly replied.

Frankie nodded, "hopefully Luis and I get to adopt a little boy as well. He's excited since Danny and him get along now." he informed.

"Look at us being parents when not too long ago we were filling water guns with our own piss and spraying each other." I said, remembering clearly that day.

Frankie laughed and held Anthony in his arms.

As the wedding came to an end, Chris and I agreed to leave Anthony with my dad and Angela for a couple of days.

That night we traveled to a private resort where we could see the beach from our glass window.

I wasted no time to rip off my clothes and wait for Chris under the clean covers.

He went to the bathroom then stepped out with nothing but a shirt I had bought him.

It said "Daddy's little girl." on it and looked extremely sexy on his body.

I was beyond aroused as his eyes were full of innocence and his cheeks were blushed red.

He knew what he was doing to me..

I quickly pulled him onto my lap and desperately kissed his mouth. My hands traveled all over his body as I felt him grind his hips on me.

This was our first night as a married couple so I wanted to make it memorable.

I picked up Chris and pinned his body underneath mine with no way of escape.

His pupils were dilated with lust when he felt my hard cock rub against his own.

He let out whiny moans when I pulled his shirt up and roughly sucked on his nipples.

I tugged and bit on them until they got a bit swollen.

I grabbed the lube on top of the nightstand and poured some on my fingers.

Chris held on to me as I spread his legs and slowly put my middle finger inside his eager hole.

I sucked a hickey on the side of his neck while I worked my finger inside of him.

I added another one and stretched him the best I could.

Chris tilted his head back in pleasure as I wasted no time to insert the tip of my shaft into his hot entrance.

He let out a groan as I thrusted completely inside of him, without waiting for him to adjust to my size.

I was going to make him remember about this in the morning.

His nails scratched down the side of my back as I pulled all the way out and thrusted hard back in.

"More.." he breathed out and kept his eyes close shut.

I grabbed the side of the headboard and moved my hips more violently. I accepted all the deep scratches and hard bites coming from my brat.

He bit down on my chest as the heat in the room kept rising with every passing second.

The bed moved with my thrusts and I was sure people outside could hear Chris moan.

By the end of the night they were surely going to know my name.

"Daddy's little girl likes it rough?" I whispered in Chris's ear and received another desperate moan.

He nodded and tugged at my hair when my speed increased.

"C'mon, cum on your Daddy." I groaned and released my cum deep inside my brat.

He came all over my lower stomach once hearing my dirty words.

I wiped my sweaty forehead and pulled out.

Chris looked exhausted and was trying to even his breathing again but I didn't let him.

I turned his fragile body around and made him expose his cute butt to me.

I jerked myself off a couple of times then forced my hardening cock back into his abused hole.

Chris moaned into the pillows and held on to them as I thrusted in and out of him.

I leaned down and bit the side of his hip while continuing to move my hips.

"Fuck..you're so tight.." I mumbled in pleasure as my body enjoyed this sexual sensation.

"Fuck me harder..fuck me daddy!" Chris dared to talk dirty to me.

An amused smile plastered on my face as my cock twitched in arousal.

I fucked him senseless until I thought for a moment that we would break the bed.

His hole dripped with my semen when we finally finished our fourth round.

Chris fell asleep on my chest right away, completely worn out with hickeys covering his entire body.

I touched my back and realized he had scratched me hard enough for them to bleed.

Since I couldn't feel pain, I did not realize they were bleeding.

I was more focused on what I was doing.

A cool breeze escaped into the room and helped out my overheated body.

I stared out to the stars above the beach and couldn't be happier here.

Chris was by my side even after he found the ouija board I had in my closet.

I knew it was wrong buying it but I wanted to know more about my mom.

I thought that was the perfect way to contact her.

Luckily, she had replied to me and even carved my name on the board so only I was able to use it.

Chris doesn't know this but I found out that my mother was actually a black witch.

I was not born this way..as a child she made me drink something to try and make me immortal.

Her plan failed and now I couldn't feel pain.

This all made me understand why I always had such gory nightmares and violent mood swings.

My mother was not a good woman and committed many voodoo spells when she was alive until the day someone killed her.

Mark had no idea about this and only remembered her when she was an innocent teenager.

I was something she wanted to protect by using black magic which made me realize I was no saint.

I had evil in my veins but I wasn't going to let that stop me from being a good father and husband.

Chris was that light that made those dark shadows at night run away.

He made me forget what I was and what I had been through.

I owed my life to this brat and in all honesty I loved it..

He had found out my dirty secret I had always been taught to hide away and accepted it with open arms.

Now I had everything I have always wanted thanks to this little brat or should I say.. my husband...