Wedding evening

After the ceremony we went to the restaurant L'Espalier in 30 Gloucester Street. Eric has booked a table for us and wanted to invite us. Lucky that he knows the owner of this really fantastic establishment. We were seated in the Salon dining room which has a truffle and cream color scheme and offers an intimate setting. A stylized fireplace and a sparkling chandelier rounded it all up. A bouquet of dark red roses was placed on our table and a bottle of Moet et Chandon was already prepared.

The champagne was poured by a waitress and Samuel cleared his throat, "Well I think it is time for a toast now." Greg looked slightly uncomfortable and I put my arm around his hip. "Look down god, and on this couple drop a blessed crown. My Greatest wish for the two of you is that through the years your love for each other will so deepen and grow, that years from now you will look back on this day, your wedding day, as the day you loved each other the least." He looked at us and I gave him a warm smile, then he continued with his speech "I am looking forward to the 9th of December when we will all gather again to celebrate this happy event with all the family and friends. May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future." He then saluted to us and we both smiled at him. "Now it is my part to say a toast" Eric spoke and I looked a bit surprised as he normally is not such a speaker, he looked from me to Greg and back and then started "Here is a toast to lying, cheating, stealing and drinking" I could feel me blushing deeply and heard Gregory breathing in, Eric grinned and continued "If you lie, lie only to keep a friend. If you cheat, may you cheat death. If you steal, steal your lover's heart. If you drink, drink deeply of the joy of your new life together." He raised his glass "The man you really love will never grow old to you. Through the wrinkles of time, through the bowed frame of years, You will always see the dear face and feel the warm heart union of your eternal love." I had to choke on a tear and was only able to nod.

Gregory cleared his throat and turned me around, then he looked me deep in the eyes and as it happens so often I didn't know wether I was still standing or floating. "I am not very good with such speeches you know. But I will try it with some simple words... I want somebody to share, share the rest of my life, share my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details, someone who'll stand by my side and give me support." He paused and swallowed, "And in return he'll get my support, he will listen to me when I want to speak about the world we live in and life in general. Though my views may be wrong, they may even be perverted, he'll hear me out and wont easily be converted to my way of thinking. In fact he'll often disagree - but at the end of it all ...he will understand me." Gregory dropped his glance and looked on the floor, I gently touched his cheek and tenderly lifted his head up "Not my words, I know..." he mumbled, I hushed him by kissing him deeply.

"You know, Greg, this was the most beautiful thing I've every heard and I am proud - more than proud - to be that someone", I said with a soft voice. Samuel and Eric were totally forgotten and my look was just focused on my husband (yes! husband!). "Let me use some words which don't belong to me as well" I said and still held his glance "One half of me is yours, the other half yours. Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours and so all yours. I love you, Gregory". We still kept eye-contact and were just brought back again by some sobbing from behind. We turned around and looked at the waitress standing there, brushing some tears away "I am sorry" she stammered "But this was all so wonderful! I wish you all the very best" and she approached and shook our hands. We all had to smile again and thanked her for the congratulation.

After that Gregory downed his champagne "Fine now" and he clapped his hands "Let us stop with that sentimental talkings now otherwise we will soon be patients in the PPTH due to starving and dehidration." Eric and Samuel started to laugh and I had to grin as it was so typical for him "Right you are Greg, we don't want to be at the hospital - not with the current staff" and I gave him a wink. He snickered "Good point!"

We all took seat and checked the menu. The food was excellent, we had a three course menu. A chilled melon soup was the starter, accompanied by some good Chenin Blanc. The main course was lobster on a bed of chosen vegetables accompanied by a Chardonnay. For dessert we had warm chocolate pie with a good, old Port wine. After that absolutely excellent dinner we talked about this and we all had a more than pleasant evening. We closed our evening with a cigar and a 30-year old Macallan single malt.

As Eric invited us for dinner we wanted to pay the beverages but Samuel insisted on paying them. The Macallan alone must have cost him a little fortune ...

In front of the restaurant we said goodbye to Eric and Samuel and must bore some salacious jokes, which we only commented with grins and laughter. Our cab finally arrived and we waved them a bye and then we were alone. On the back seats of the cab we just talked about the pleasant evening and held hands like enamored teenagers. Just a short drive later we arrived at the hotel, "A short drink a the bar or up to our room?" Gregory asked me, I raised an eyebrow "UP!" I replied and he grinned "That was exactly what I wanted to hear." I gave him a warm smile and we proceeded to our suite.

"Wait" I said when I've opened the door. Gregory gave me an enquiring look "Grab your cane" I said and he swallowed. I just shrugged "I've promised!" and with these words I lifted him up "Be careful, Jim", Greg hissed. My eyes met his and I carried him over the threshold, "You ate too much" I grunted a bit and he just shook his head and was swallowing. I shut the door with my foot, "Let me down..." he panted. "Am I hurting you?" I asked and he denied. "Fine then" I replied and carried him towards the bedroom. "I ... I don't want to cause you a hernia" he whispered, "You wont" I mumbled into his ear and then lay him softly down.

He layed on the bed, looking at me and I suddenly fell my knees becoming jelly. I bent down, caressed his cheek, fondled his hair and kept his glance. He grabbed my collar and drew me closer and murmured "Now, I can do what I was longing for the whole day!"