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“The thing about being a gay couple is that in the past you referred to your ‘wife’ and there was quotation marks around it. There was always that chance that people would kind of snigger about it. But now it’s fact, it’s law. She’s my wife. I get to say that she’s my wife. And that’s just the way it is.”  - Portia de Rossi

Anon asked: My daughter wants me to marry her favorite teacher au
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Dean parked in his usual spot in front of Emma’s school and got out of the car. She had a dentist appointment at noon, but he was there an hour early because Emma was almost impossible to get anywhere on time.

He walked into the office and signed her out, then made his way down the brightly colored hallways to get her from her classroom.

Dean had been worried when he enrolled Emma in preschool, she was still so young, and she wasn’t princess crazy like a lot of little girls. His fears were laid to rest when she spent the ride home after her first day gushing about her new friends and her favorite (only) teacher.

Dean knocked lightly on the classroom door and a moment later Mr. Novak opened it.

Dean thought that the guy was hot, even if he was kind of dorky. He wore an ill fitted suit and silly ties and had glasses that took up most of his face. And what a face it was. Gorgeous blue eyes, awesome mouth, hair that Dean wanted to run his fingers through and tug, he was as close to perfect as Dean could imagine.

“Hello, Dean,” He said (oh God, Dean forgot how sexy his voice was) stepping aside and letting him in. “The kids are having playtime right now, but you’re welcome to join me at me desk and wait.”

“Thanks, Cas”

Emma whirled around at the sound of his voice and smiled brightly. Dean knew that was about to be dragged into the game and shot Castiel a helpless look. The teacher shrugged, a small smirk on his face, and walked back to his desk as Emma ran into Dean’s legs.

“Daddy, we’re playing wedding!” Emma squealed, tugging his hand. “You can be the groom!”

“Alright,” Dean said, figuring that Emma was playing the bride. They didn’t have much time, but going with her ideas tended to get him where they needed to go faster.

“Mr. Novak is gonna be the bride!” Another little girl squealed, dragging their teacher behind her.

“Clare, men aren’t called brides,” The teacher corrected, gently.

“But we already have a groom,” She whined, pointing at Dean. Dean shrugged when Castiel looked at him. He hadn’t planned on marrying another guy today, but he need to get Emma checked out.

When they Castiel to the alter (a low table with clay and crayons on it) they made them hold hands.

“Smile!” Emma said. “You’re getting married!”

“Dearly beloved,” A little boy said, in a mock adult voice. “We are gaddered here t'day to…uh…for Mr. Novak to marry Emma’s daddy.”

Castiel felt Dean shaking with laughter. He squeezed his hand and gave him a look to let him know that it wasn’t funny.

“Emma’s daddy, do you take Mr. Novak to be your awfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Mr. Novak do you take Emma’s daddy?”

“I do.”

“Then by the powers bested in me I say your married!”

Emma and Clare gave them little clay rings to put on each other.

“Kiss!” Emma said.

“Emma–”

“You have to! That’s what weddings are for!”

Castiel put his hand over Dean’s mouth and kissed it, causing the kids to squeal and laugh.

“Alright,” Castiel said, stepping away. “Play time is over. Everyone take there seats.”

Everyone groaned and went back to their desk. Dean took Emma’s hand and grabbed her backpack so that they could leave.

“Bye, Mr. Novak.”

“Goodbye, Emma.” There was a chorus of goodbyes in little voices as they walked out of the classroom.

Dean didn’t realize that he was still wearing the “ring” until half way through Emma’s appointment. He stared at for a moment, then shrugged. He’d return it to the classroom when he took Emma back.

~*~

“How did it go with the dentist?” Castiel asked, when Dean and Emma came in the next morning.

“No cavities! And I got a toothbrush!”

“You did? Good job!” Emma grinned, then went to join her friends in the middle of the room.

Dean reached into his pocket to get the ring out when he noticed something–a circle of green clay around Cas’s left ring finger. Dean bit his lip.

“Hey, uh, Cas. Do you wanna go see a movie with me tonight?” Cas smiled a little.

“Don’t know, my husband might not like that too much.” Dean grinned.

“I don’t think he’ll mind at all.”

22-3.

The Alabama Senate has voted 22-3 to scrap the State’s issuance of all marriage licenses. The bill, SB 377, would transform marriage into a contract, rather than a license, and would not require a marriage ceremony to be valid.

The purpose? Presumably, by taking the State out of the business of issuing marriage “licenses,” marriage would just become another private contractual undertaking, and any Supreme Court ruling that, under the Due Process or Equal Protection Clauses, States must issue marriage “licenses” to same-sex couples would not bind the State of Alabama, which would no longer be in the marriage license business, as a technical, formal matter.

Truthful Tuesday

Our anniversary isn’t for a couple more months, and it’s not like we’ve been married for a bazillion years or anything (though it feels like it, in the good way). The last couple of years I’ve blogged about the things I wish someone would have told me. I always feel weird, though, because inevitably there’s some friend or family member whose marriage is collapsing and it’s not like they didn’t take their vows seriously. It’s not like they wanted something other than a happy ending when it all started out.

My old legislative director is a friend on Facebook, and he and his wife celebrated their 25th anniversary last week. He posted a bunch of goofy pictures of two people that are obviously super in love, and his wife posted the following in the comments:

Thank you everybody. We had a wonderful weekend. We’ve had a pretty good 25 years. I do want to say. I love T. And I know he loves me. But, to anyone out there who hasn’t had success to in lasting relationship - a lot of it is a crapshoot. And, T., my love, that is not a shot at you. It’s just a recognition that there is a lot of work to this and a lot of luck. I am really, really, really lucky. And I am really really hard-headed. And I got lucky enough to marry someone who could handle that. So thank you, everyone. We are well aware of how quickly this could change. I don’t mean to make anyone feel badly about my posts about our anniversary. I just recognize that we got this moment, and it could change in a heartbeat, but I’m really grateful for what I have had. This is just a thank you.

I love that, so much. I sent him a note and told him to tell her it was the best and truest thing I thought I’d read about marriage. Because much like everything else in life it’s a lot of hard work and a little bit of chemistry and at the end of the day it’s still about luck.

As Tanith Lee wrote, I hope to Hell that I have him till the sky falls, and all things are flawless and need no words at all. But there are no guarantees even with - especially with - the best of intentions.  

I’m really grateful for this moment, and what we have now.