that it their wedding anniversary!

In honor of it being a year since The Wedding Squanchers first aired, here’s the grandpa busting out of space prison.

Thirty Years Ago Today...

We’ve never been able to find out if sharing the cover with Jupiter was a compliment, a wisecrack or some in-joke so far in it would take a drilling crew to find the punch-line.

Small print is important. There should have been an apostrophe possessive in “Authors’ Wedding” - “Author’s Wedding” would have meant only one author and there seem to be two, while no apostrophe at all is an oopsie. It’s not the only one.

Who is this Moorwood guy?

He must be my doppelganger or something. Looks just like me, the fortunate fellow. :->

So that’s the first thirty. Hey @dduane, feel like going round the block again?

I love you, hon. More than all the words I’ve ever written can begin to say.

So I’d better get busy writing some more…

More flowers

Part 1


Today was another long and hard day. Draco isn’t exactly in a bad mood, but it could be better. When he steps into the living room, he knits his brows together on purpose, though. This is another thing Draco would never admit out loud, but this isn’t the first time he acts a little more grumpy than he actually is, to get more flowers. Merlin, is Draco Malfoy turning soft?

When Harry simply announces that dinner is ready, Draco frowns at him for real. When Harry doesn’t jump up right after dinner either, Draco glowers at him.

“Where are my flowers, Potter? You’re slacking!”

Harry snickers at that and leans back in his chair.

“Don’t get your wand in a knot. They’re already in the bedroom,” he winks.

“What?” Draco says, wide-eyed. Harry beams at him, obviously anticipating this reaction. He probably saw through Draco all those times he practically begged for flowers, with his little charade, as well.

Today, Draco doesn’t care. He heads straight into the bedroom, wondering what kind of flowers Harry got him this time. But the sight before him, when he enters the bedroom, isn’t at all what he expected. There’s no bouquet on his bedside table, but a sea of rose petals, all over the floor, on the bed… Draco doesn’t know what to say… except…

“Merlin, what were you thinking, making such a mess?”

“Oh come on, Draco! It’s romantic,” Harry says, although he does sound a little unsure. Draco snorts, to which Harry just snickers again.

“You are such a sap,” Draco mutters, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Only for you,” Harry murmurs back as he pulls Draco in an embrace and buries his face in the crook of his neck.

Draco can’t help but roll his eyes while he wraps his arms around Harry as well.

“You’re an idiot,” he mumbles into Harry’s hair.

“A lovable idiot?”

Draco barks out a laugh and pulls Harry closer.

“Unfortunately, yes. I don’t think I would be able to ever stay away from you again, even if I tried.”

“Then don’t,” Harry says, lifting his head and staring into Draco’s eyes.

“I’m not planning to,” Draco replies, wondering about the strange tone in Harry’s voice.

“Then marry m-”

Draco slaps his hand over Harry’s mouth before he can finish.

“Oh no, you don’t! What are you doing? Wait, is that what the rose petals are all about? You must be joking!”

“I’m not,” Harry mumbles against Draco’s hand.

“Ugh!” Draco withdraws his hand and steps away from Harry.

“So… you don’t want to?”

Draco can hear Harry’s disappointment loud and clear.

“You really thought being cheesy was the way to go here?” Draco asks, gesturing around the room.  

“Well…” Harry knots his hands together and bites his lip. He bows his head, clearly not wanting Draco to see how disappointed he is.

Draco rolls his eyes at his boyfriend. As much as he dislikes cheesy gestures like this, he can’t help but notice his heart is beating a lot faster all of a sudden, which makes him smile. Damn Harry and his sweet gestures.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“You better be getting me flowers as my husband as well!”