63. Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.
“Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy,” Robert smirked, placing his hand on Aaron’s jittering knee in an effort to calm him down.
Aaron took a deep breath, exhaling sharply as he leant back in his seat in the waiting area.
“What’s taking them so long?” he frowned, glancing around at the various official-looking people as they made their way through the room.
Robert squeezed Aaron’s leg where his hand still lay, turning to face him as he brought his other hand up to Aaron’s chin, encouraging Aaron to look at him.
“Hey, calm down,” Robert soothed, in that soft voice he had reserved only for Aaron. “You weren’t this nervous last time.”
Aaron couldn’t help but smile at that; the memory of that day always seemed to calm him.
“I’m not nervous,” Aaron insisted, leg beginning to jitter again until Robert’s hand squeezed gently to calm him down.
Aaron laughed at the disbelieving look on Robert’s face.
“I’m not!” Aaron insisted again; smiling still. “I just…I just - ”
“Want it done?” Robert interrupted, finishing his sentence for him.
Aaron winced at how harsh it sounded, before nodding reluctantly.
“In the best way, yeah, kinda,” he explained, his attention diverting again to see if Vic and Adam were having any luck with the lady behind the reception desk.
Robert let his eyes linger over his man; always wanting to savour this sight of him in a suit, even more so when it was the same one he’d worn to their first wedding in the garage less than twelve months ago.
There was something about Aaron Dingle in a suit that just made his insides turn to jelly; made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, amongst other things; filling him with such a sense of love and wanting that he sometimes wondered how he ever managed to wait this long to succumb to him.
The leg started jittering again, and Robert laughed.
“Hey,” he whispered, gently. “Look at me, Aaron.”
He obliged, exhaling as he turned to face him.
“It’s fine, they’re just running a bit behind, okay? It’s not like I’m gonna run off and leave you here, is it?”
Aaron took a deep breath as he nodded.
“I love you,” Robert added, as if he knew it was the one thing Aaron needed to hear.
And it was.
“I love you, too,” Aaron replied, smiling again now, his leg stilling automatically. “It’s just, after everything,” he hesitated for a second, blinded by the memory of it all, “I just wanna make it official, y’know?”
Robert breathed out a gentle laugh.
“Yeah, I know,” he smiled warmly. “Me too, Aaron. You’re already my husband, and I never needed a piece of paper to prove that you’re the love of my life and this is it for me, for us, forever, but I wanna get that flipping register signed just as much as you do right now.”
“Same here,” he replied gently, before leaning in and placing a kiss against his husband’s – or was this his husband-to-be’s? – lips.
Robert deepened the kiss; indifferent now to their public displays of affection, especially seeing as this was their second wedding day, and if that wasn’t a special enough occasion to kiss his man in public, he didn’t know what was.
“Aaron Dingle and Robert Sugden?”
They broke apart at the sound of their names being called by the registrar, looking up to see Vic and Adam stood beside the lady waiting to make them official, legal, husbands.
“Let’s do this, Mr Sugden,” Robert smiled, standing up and holding out his hand for Aaron to take.
Aaron took his hand as he stood, his gaze never leaving Robert’s, his smile wider than Robert had ever seen.
“Try and stop me, Mr Dingle.”