Roman - Part 15 - Final Part

This was initially meant to be a very short story to see if you guys enjoyed stories that barely had any sex in them! Yet, here we are 15 parts later, and I'm pretty sure Roman has been a hit with most of you! 

You were also worried that I would somehow destroy the peace and tranquility of the relationship, so without further ado, here is the final part of Roman!

All characters are 18+

It was a nice room. A nice, bright room with a huge four poster bed, a giant window, a flashy bathroom, and all of those other things that make nice rooms, nice. On any other day, I would have thoroughly enjoyed spending the morning here, but today wasn’t just any other day.

A knock sounded, though it felt more like a bomb. Every little thing had me on edge, and when Dad pushed his head inside, I sighed with relief.

“How’s my favourite son?” He asked, smiling as he entered.

“I’m your favourite?”

He closed the door behind him and shook his head. “No, but your brother was listening”.

I let out a laugh, though it didn’t last long. I’d chewed my fingernails so much they were beginning to hurt, and when I lifted them up again, Dad held my wrists.

“If you’re hungry” he said, keeping my hands from my mouth, “there’s quite a selection downstairs”.

“I’m shitting myself” I admitted for the first time, “I think… I think Mom was right”.

He pursed his lips and shrugged. “What makes you say that, son?”

“What if I am too young, dad?” I groaned, “I mean, I’ve only known Roman for less than a year, and I’m not even twenty!”

He nodded slowly, still keeping my wrists in his hands, and cocked his head toward the bed. He sat down, I followed.

“I was sixteen when I met your mom, did you know that?”

I nodded now. He’d told me the story countless times over the years.

“I was seventeen when I proposed to her, and eighteen when we got married”.

I knew that, but hearing it today gave me a slight relief. Dad continued as he held my hands.

“Your grandmother, your mom’s mom, she said we were too young. She said that we didn’t know each other enough, that it was too soon. She said that she’d give us a year before we divorced, and people in the family even started taking bets on it, can you believe that?” He laughed. “Now here we are, twenty three years later, with two of the most amazing kids on the planet, and we’ve never been more in love. Davey, don’t let anybody else tell you what only you can decide. If you think it’s too soon and you want to call the whole thing off, I’ll take you home right now. But, if this is what you want to do, your mom and I will support you no matter what”.

I felt my eyes begin to tear up, and quickly wiped them. “Thanks, dad” I sniffled, and got back to my feet. “It’s a nice place” I said, walking toward the window that looked down onto an endless green grounds that was already lined with dozens of white chairs, all facing the large wedding arch which was now adorned with countless white roses and other decorations.

“It is” he said, draping his arm over my shoulders and pulling me into a hug, “nothing but the best for my boy”.

I smiled again. Other than Roman, there was no greater feeling in the world than my dad’s hugs. Part of me wanted to stay in the room forever, just looking out the window and wondering what would happen next. It had been almost a year since Roman had proposed on the hill back home. A whole year of loving him. A whole year of finding out more and more about him. A whole year of learning that he makes a funny sound when he sneezes, or that he lets ice cream melt before he eats it, or that he can only sleep on his right side with the sheets between his legs.

It baffled me, beyond words, how strong love actually was. It had fused into my very bones, and become part of who I was. Every time I saw Roman, even if he was just coming back from the bathroom, my heart leapt with joy. It was as though he’d become a vital organ, and without him, I simply couldn’t survive. Every single inch of him, from his head to his toes, every tiny, intricate detail, every laugh, every smile, every blink, it kept me so deeply in love with him that the truth was, I needed today.

“Son, I love you” Dad said, taking me by the shoulders, “I really do, but if you don’t learn how to fix your own tie, your mother and I have decided to put you up for adoption”.

I looked down. I could see what he meant and I laughed.

“I think it’s a bit late for that, dad” I smiled, and watched as he untied, then re-tied it for me.

“There, you’re perfect”.

The clock was ticking closer to midday. The sun had broken out from behind the clouds and covered the grounds in a warm glow. Downstairs, people began to fill the seats, and my heart felt like it was going to explode.

“Deep breaths, son” he whispered, “today is your day”.

Alex looked quite dapper in his suit. His hair was combed and he looked clean for the first time in months. He’d gotten to that age where he barely spoke to us anymore, but when I walked down the staircase, he beamed at me, and I grinned back.

Mom burst into tears immediately. Despite the fact that everyone was supposed to remain in place, she ran toward me and wrapped her arms around me.

“You look so handsome, David” she sobbed, squeezing me to death, “I’m so proud of you baby”.

Every part of my body felt like it was crawling with ants. Each step made my heart smash harder in my chest, and then I saw Dad, and I watched as he took a deep breath and wiped his eyes with his handkerchief.

“Don’t you start” I joked, feeling myself well up again, and he hugged me once more.

Right outside the large, ornate doors in the hall, the crowd all waited for me. Mom, Alex and a few aunts and cousins all left to find their seats, and Dad and I stood behind the doors and stared at them, shoulder to shoulder.

“Your uncle, Rick, arrived this morning” he told me, and even the man’s name irritated me, “drove nine hours to get here”.

“Great” I growled, remembering how the horrid man had insulted Roman and I at Christmas. “Where’s he sitting so I know where to avoid”.

“Well” Dad said, checking his watch, “right about now I’d say he’s still sitting in his car on the drive back home”.

I cocked a brow and glanced at him.

“Your mom” he smiled, “she um… Well, she had a few things she wanted to get off her chest, and you know what she’s like when she’s under pressure. I believe she called him a ‘slimy, stinking, shit-eating fuck’”.

I let out a laugh as two young men pulled open the doors and the warm sun poured over us.

“Let’s go, son” he said, and gave me his arm, and with one final deep breath, I began my journey up the aisle as soft, sweet music swished through the warm air.

Heads turned toward me. Friends from school smiled, old aunts and uncles wiped tears. Alex stood next to the arch where a female celebrant waited. He was my best man, and I truly couldn’t think of a better person for the job.

“I’m forgetting how to walk, dad” I whispered, and I wasn’t even joking. I felt like a newborn penguin.

“Just one foot in front of the other, son” he said, “that’s my life advice for you”.

When I finally reached the arch, Dad hugged me tight and kissed my head. “I love you so much”.

He walked back and joined Mom, and I trembled as I stood there. This was it. This was the moment that we’d been planning for nearly a year. People laughed when they first heard it. Some people told us we were crazy. Yet here we were.

I closed my eyes and swallowed the gigantic lump in my throat. My stomach felt like it was being swarmed with ravenous butterflies, and when the music changed, my heart began to smash inside me.

I could hear people behind me as they laid eyes on Roman. For a moment, I simply imagined what he’d look like. He was always beautiful, but today he would be even more so. I took another breath, in through my nose until my lungs filled with the flowery scent that surrounded me, and then slowly, I turned to face my future husband.

It felt like everything around us froze in time. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and in that moment, we were the only two people on the planet.

He was as perfect as I expected him to be. Every inch of him, right down to his cufflinks, all of it was right. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. Every worry that I’d had. Every niggling feeling that it was too soon, or that we were too young, all of it melted away as Roman walked slowly toward me, and his dad, Mike, wheeled himself alongside him.

Mike looked great, too. Just like everyone else, he wore a neat suit, but I hardly had a moment to take it in, when the music stopped abruptly, and heads turned toward the young man with the piano.

I cringed. Roman was in charge of the music, and he had assured me that this guy was good, but now the place fell silent, and just as I turned to my parents, it began again, only this time, it wasn’t the gentle, soft hum of a wedding march, it was an upbeat, kicker of a song that instantly had the guests bopping.

I stared at Roman, a smile slowly forming on both our faces as people began clapping, and then my jaw dropped as Mike slowly got to his feet.

Everyone gasped. We all watched as the man stood, and, with the help of his son, began to stiffly walk toward me. Claps sounded from everywhere. I’d never seen neither Roman nor Mike look so proud, and when they reached the arch, Mike handed his son over to me and took my hands.

“Look after him for me, son” he whispered to me, and I nodded intently.

“I will, Mike, I promise”.

He slapped my arm and before turning toward his seat he whispered again.

“You were right about the swimming, David” he said, “it’s done wonders”.

“I do” Roman breathed, our hands intertwined, our eyes locked together, and our hearts beating as one.

“And do you, David, take Roman to be your husband, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do” I said, and felt his strong hands squeeze mine.

“Then I now pronounce you husbands, you may kiss” she beamed merrily.

Explosions sounded from around us. Confetti poured down, people cheered, claps echoed, whistles, too. Roman pressed his lips to mine, and I fell in love just like I always did when we kissed.

“Now you’re stuck with me” he whispered, our faces still close, “forever and ever”.

“Is that a promise?” I sniggered, and the two of us laughed as he led me by the hand, back down the aisle we’d both walked up thirty minutes ago.

People stood up, still clapping and cheering as we walked back toward the hotel where Roman promised one more surprise before the party began.

“It involves you, with no clothes on, and me with no clothes on, and your legs over your head”. They were his words just prior to the celebrant beginning to ceremony, and I couldn’t help but be excited about it all throughout.

“I have one more surprise for you, too” I said, before we reached the doors, and he cocked a brow as we got to the last row of seats where some distant relatives of mine were sitting with one other person who, up until recently, I didn’t know.

Roman glanced over at them as I pointed, and it took barely a second before his face fell soft and his eyes widened.

A young man, the same age as Roman, got to his feet and stared at him like a proud father. Tears immediately fell down his cheeks, but they were happy tears, and I watched as Roman clasped his hands to his face.

“Harry” he gasped, and the young man nodded and walked toward him.

It hadn’t been easy to locate the guy, and Roman hadn’t ever asked me to do so, but I could hear it in his voice every time he spoke about his childhood friend. Finally, after painstaking effort, I’d found Harry, still in London, and invited him here.

“I’m sorry, Roman” he said, his accent, strong, “it was my dad who made me cut ties with you, I hope you can forgive me”.

Roman turned to me, gawping as he too cried.

“Of course I can” he said, and hugged his old friend.

Perhaps with anyone else, it would have been risky, but I trusted Roman with my life, and I knew this would make him happy.

They bid farewell for now, and we returned to the privacy of the hotel room before Roman locked the door and stared at me.

“That’s the kindest thing anybody has ever done for me” he said simply, “and I want you to know, Davey, I am going to be the best damn husband that you could ever ask for”.

He lunged toward me, our lips meeting once again, only this time, in a far more passionate way than downstairs.

“One more thing” he said, breathlessly, pulling open my shirt, “are you wearing them?”

I grinned at him, bit down on my lip and opened my pants. They fell to my ankles, revealing my tighty-whities, and Roman laughed out.

“There’s my tighty-whitie boy”

See, I can be romantic, too! I hope you all enjoyed it, you won't be waiting long for another romance story. In fact, it may even begin this week!