Epilogue

"Friends and found family," the minister, our friend Kensington's, heartfelt words kicked off the ceremony. His boy, Nico, sat in the front sweetly smiling at his Daddy. "Welcome, and many thanks to Genie and Raj for inviting us to spend this momentous weekend with them at their island home."

Raj and I were unable to get married by an officiant from his home country as they operated much like the dark ages and didn't recognize same-sex marriage. Not to mention the fact Raj never wanted to go back there. Instead, we found the perfect minister to perform the ceremony, having met him and his boy while on a trip in London. We'd made numerous friends during our travels abroad, many of which lived the same lifestyle as we did, and all of which were in attendance today. We were thrilled to host them here at our home and blessed to have them in our lives.

While home between trips, I'd added a dock to our humble island. It was more of a small marina, which housed our yacht and a smaller fishing boat. Not that we fished, mind you, but with a desire to spend time with our new friends more frequently, we needed things to help entertain them and make their visits special. And of course, being inside our magic-infused protective bubble, the weather was always perfect no matter what they chose to do.

Raj stood across from me as we took our places in front the minister. His bright smile lit my world as he stared up at me and we lovingly gazed into each other's eyes. Love. Always my first thought when it came to my sweet boy.

Raj had picked out our matching outfits. Cotton beach pants, as Raj called them, rolled up to our knees and white tank tops . Barefoot, with the sand beneath our feet, we stood on the west side of the island just before sunset. Our favorite time of day, and what a picturesque vision it was.

We had flown in our guests via our private plane which landed on a runway I'd cleared on the island. Had to take the protective barrier down for that, but only temporarily. As soon as they touched down, I reset it. Never could be too careful, not when it came to my Raj. My magic could repair nearly anything, but I'd rather not leave that to chance.

"We are gathered here today to witness the union between Genie and Raj." Kensington had asked if we wanted our last names mentioned but given I had none, we told him it wasn't necessary. No marriage license would be signed, this ceremony was for our benefit only and we were more than okay with that. A civil union was good enough for us as we already knew our forever would exceed anything on paper.

"The beauty of their love and admiration for one another is something many wait a lifetime for." We'd asked Kensington to keep it simple, though he insisted we write our own vows, stating it would make the event more meaningful and we'd appreciate it later when reflecting on the day. "Genie, would you like to begin?"

I cleared my throat and did my best to work past the rush of emotions that surged through me. "Raj, from the first time I saw you, I knew you were special. The urge to protect and care for you, to love and cherish you, was heady and wouldn't be ignored. And trust me, I tried."

My teary-eyed boy smiled up at me.

"Every day I'd go through the motions of my empty life with no purpose, and then you came along. Your smile drew me in, but your kindness sealed the deal, and I knew you were the one for me. I love you, Raj, with all my heart, and I'll spend every day of the rest of my life showing you that."

To think when we first met, he was a young lad I was meant to protect. To help nurture and teach, only my heart had other plans. Well, I think at least one of the fates had a hand in it as well.

"Genie," Raj began, but his voice broke.

Patiently I waited, as he took a moment to clear it and started again.

"Genie, when you found me, I was broken, alone, and had no hope things would get better. No one would talk to me, no one helped me. I was so young and lost." Raj sighed as the tears he'd held back spilled over. All these years later, the callous acts of his fellow villagers still hurt, and I hated that. "But then one day, there you were. Head held high, so regal, so proud. Imagine my surprise when you spoke to me the first time."

"I believe it was you who spoke first. Something along the lines of you asking why I was stalking you."

Raj and our friends laughed. Who knew I had jokes?

"I love you, Genie. Today, tomorrow, forever."

There wasn't a dry eye amongst us, and that included mine.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss your husband."

Perfect timing as the sunset turned a brilliant orange. A gorgeous landscape for our perfect moment in time.

Cheers erupted as I tipped my husband back and laid one on him. So sue me if it lasted a bit longer than need be. But hey, this was our day, and it would be done our way. Besides, our guests didn't mind. The Daddies had their boys snuggled on their laps and were doing much the same.

After everyone hugged us, Raj and his friends, Nico, Arun— who was Charles' boy—and Michel, Jean-Claire's boy, took off at a run and into the surf.

"Not too far, boys," I called out. My Daddy side was strong with this many of them running around.

We'd met Charles and Arun while touring the pyramids in Egypt. Jean-Claire and Michel while having lunch outside at a beautiful Parisian café in Paris. Having overheard their discussion and Michel calling Jean-Claire Daddy, I politely introduced myself and Raj and they'd invited us to join them. Each country came with new friendships. I wondered if when we returned to Italy, we'd make friends with a couple there. Maybe Australia after that. So many wonderful plans to be made with my gorgeous husband by my side.

Life was beautiful. Especially now that I got to live it on my own terms and with my boy by my side.

"What's got you smiling over here besides your new husband?" Jean-Claire patted my shoulder with a gentle squeeze. "By the way, congratulations, again. Raj is an amazing boy."

"Thank you, he really is. I was just standing here reflecting on how lonely my life was before Raj entered it." The truth in those words once overwhelmed me, in the beginning, though now they instead served as an incentive to always put my best foot forward rather than in my mouth.

"Funny how that goes." Charles joined us out on the beach where we stood. The boys had run inside to change after getting wet in the surf.

"They are our worlds and the reason why we're Daddies," Jean-Claire said, his words voicing my own unspoken feelings. There we stood, four proud Daddies, fulfilled smiles on our faces as we watched our boys play.

"You've got that right. At one point you can't imagine settling down with anyone, then in the next minute, you can't imagine your life without them." Kensington was spot-on.

Watching Raj become the free and loving man he was, surrounded by friends, brought our lives full circle. Was I fine with it being just the two of us? Of course I was. But why would I want that when my boy was so alive when he was with Nico, Arun, and Michel? Friends were important and something he never had. He needed this and I was coming to learn I did, too.

Celebrate the positives and welcome each day with open arms.

The caterers served dinner beneath the stars, as my Raj had requested, with fairy lights strung overhead. He was so silly sometimes, but I could deny him nothing. If this was what Raj wanted, this was what Raj would get. The oohs and the aahs from the boys as the lights came to life was more than worth it.

"Nice job. Battery-operated?" Charles asked as his eyes scanned the cords. Being an engineer, he had a knack for sorting out what made items tick.

"Yes, the battery packs are tucked inside the poles." Crisis averted as I'd come prepared to answer that question. How many more would there be? Magic, powerful, yet it left many wondering how we did what we did. Inquiring minds always wanted to know.

"I'd like to propose a toast." Kensington held his glass up as the wait staff handed out champagne flutes. "Genie and Raj. May the foundation of your marriage strengthen with each rise of the sun, and your love never dim. To Genie and Raj!"

"To Genie and Raj!" the group cheered as one.

Raj took a sip. "Oh, Daddy, that's tingly." His first taste of champagne.

"Yes, my love, it is." I pressed my lips to the top of his head. "Drink it slow or your head will get fuzzy."

After dinner, we cut the cake and ate and drank far too much. Raj and I danced until our feet could move no more and with a final kiss under the stars, we retreated to the sanctuary of our room. The others had long since turned in for the night and having been so lost in one another we hadn't noticed. Did that make us bad hosts? I think not. This was our day, after all.

"Oh, Daddy, everything was perfect. Thank you so much." Raj swooned and fell into my arms as we stood beneath the shower spray.

"My dear boy, you have sand in places you ought not have." How in the world did it get between his cheeks while fully clothed?

Raj giggled and shrugged.

Between the wiggles and giggles, I somehow managed to get us both clean and then carried my husband bridal-style to our marital bed. What a wonderful thought, married. And to my best friend and lover. The one and only man for me.

As I set Raj atop the mattress, his warm brown eyes, so filled with love, stared up at me. "I love you, Daddy."

"My heart, my Raj, I love you more than anything."

As I entered my boy that night, magic played no part in it. Not in prep or otherwise. We were just two men completely immersed in one another. No beginning, and no end, as we worked in tandem to ensure each other's pleasure. Lips, hands, and tongues trailed over sinewy curves and abdomens.

"Raj," I panted. My dear boy had perfected the art of fellatio and had me near bursting. "Close. Too close." Not how I wanted this night to end.

"He-he, Daddy, you're so silly."

Silly. I was anything but that right now. So horny I could barely see straight was a more accurate description. "Crawl up here, my love."

His cock grazed mine as he slid alongside me. My sensitivity was off the charts and with the extensive foreplay, he had me on edge. No matter how many times I entered my boy, each was like the first. But this time was as husbands and the intensity of the word elevated the moment.

"My love." I gazed into Raj's eyes and brushed his hair from his face.

"I know, Daddy. I feel it, too."

Words escaped as I began to move inside him. His tight channel firmly gripped my cock as his muscles flexed. Gods, I loved when that happened. Raj wrapped his legs around my waist as I thrust into him. I swear, I was as deep inside him as I'd ever been. Maybe it was the culmination of our marriage that made it feel like that, but whatever it was deepened our coupling.

Together we moved as one. Every moan, every pant that came from my boy heightened my own pleasure. Sins of the flesh, though there was nothing sinful about this at all. It was beautiful, as love should be.

The clue that Raj was close was when my name ghosted past his lips. As was I. "Come for me, my sweet boy. Come with me." I pressed in as hard and as far as I could and held. His channel clenching around my cock as he came sent me over the edge.

My sleepy boy yawned, and I quickly cleaned us up, then took him in my arms. "Sweet dreams, my love."

"Night, Daddy. Love you." The words barely came before he fell asleep, and I wasn't far behind him.

The next morning awakening to the smell of coffee and bacon made having staff here for the weekend more than worth it.

"Morning, Daddy."

"Good morning, husband of mine."

After breakfast, the boys were off and running, exploring the island. Raj showed them where the sea turtles laid their eggs and where the buried treasure was. My boy had taken to hiding things to find later.

Our weekend reception couldn't have gone better. At first when Raj suggested it, all I could think about was having him alone to myself, which was selfish. But he wanted our guests, who'd traveled far for the wedding, to spend the time on the island with us. With more than enough spare rooms to accommodate them there was no reason for me to deny him, and I was glad I'd agreed. It was nice, having friends over, though it was hard to sneak magic in subtly for the things we'd need last minute.

Such as food service. And cleaning. And numerous other things I'd not thought of.

Those were just a few of the many challenges I'd pulled off over the weekend when heads were turned. In order to keep questions to a minimum around food, servants' quarters had been created prior to our guests' arrival and I'd hired help for the weekend.

The boys played to their hearts' content. Saturday, we enjoyed an afternoon out on the yacht. After dinner, we sat around the firepit on the beach while the boys made s'mores. Well, the Daddies made smores, the boys inhaled them and then were subsequently bathed. Sugar-filled boys were not easy to wash but as soon as that high wore off, they crashed hard. Sunday morning, Kensington and Nico went fishing while the rest of us slept in. Early risers, we were not.

Sunday afternoon, when it was time for them to leave, the boys huddled up, hugging and crying. Little did they know their Daddies and I were already planning for them to come again, only next time I'd have the playground ready for them. While my boy wasn't a Little, the other three were, though I did have to admit to seeing a different side to Raj while they were here. He built sandcastles and colored in their coloring books with them. It was so much fun to watch. Perhaps that was a lifestyle I should research. It was quite possible my boy could have a Little side, or at least be curious.

"Daddy." My sweet boy slid his arms around my waist as I pulled him to my side. We stood alongside the runway and watched their plane take off. "Can we do this again sometime?"

"You want to get married again?" I knew what he was asking, but couldn't resist the urge to tease.

"No, silly Daddy. Have our friends over. This was so much fun." Raj danced around, barely containing his excitement. Yes, we definitely had new aspects to explore and together we would. I'd never force Raj into anything he wasn't interested in. If after we looked into a Daddy-Little relationship, he found he was interested in it, we'd move forward with that at his pace. If not, well, that was fine with me, too. As long as Raj was happy, so was I.

"Anything for you, my love."

With a quick kiss he wandered off, dancing toward the house as I followed behind him.

You always hear people say they'd follow their loved ones to the end of the earth, yet I was the lucky one who actually got to live that for real. So many wonderful things to come for my boy and I and I couldn't wait to explore each new adventure with him by my side.

THE END