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The officiant's gentle voice nudges us back to the now, to the purpose of this gathering, as he prompts us to start our vows.
"Kat," Wyatt begins, his voice a smooth baritone that sends shivers down my spine. "From the day we met, I knew there was something special about you. You are fierce, independent, and the most genuine person I've ever known." He slips a simple wedding band onto my finger, and it's like a promise etched in metal.
Emrys steps forward, his intense eyes locking onto mine. "Kat," he says, and even his accent feels like it's wrapping around me. "You are the muse of my life. Your laughter is the music I dance to, and your spirit is the flame that warms my soul." He adds my engagement ring to my finger and it nestles perfectly up to the curved band Wyatt placed there.
Then, there's Wilder, the embodiment of his name, with a smile that could light up the darkest corners of any heart. He takes my hand, and his touch is a thrill ride I never want to end. "Kat," he grins, and I'm reminded why falling for him was as easy as breathing. "You’re the adventure I didn’t know I needed. Your courage inspires me, and your love is the ultimate freedom." His ring joins the others, the band a twin to Wyatt’s that perfectly encases the engagement ring with the three stones.
Trying to discreetly wipe at my tear streaked face, I take a deep breath, finding my voice amidst the flutters in my chest. "Wilder," I begin, the word an anchor. "You are my leap of faith, my heart's wild ride. With you, I've ziplined through canyons and soared over fears. You've taught me that love isn't just about the quiet moments but also the pulse-pounding ones. I vow to embrace every adventure with you, to laugh louder, and to always seek the thrill of what if."
Wilder's eyes glint with unshed tears, a tender smirk playing on his lips. His hand, rough from years of holding scalpels and climbing gear alike, squeezes mine, grounding me. And I gently place one of three mens rings on his finger. His ring is a thing of rugged beauty, silver etched with the unmistakable silhouette of a cowboy hat and boots–a testament to the man whose heart is as vast as the plains he loves.
I turn to Wyatt, whose presence is as calming as the New Zealand breeze. "Wyatt, you are my unexpected solace, my safe harbor. In your eyes, I found a love that doesn't waver when challenged; it grows stronger. You showed me that trust isn't given lightly but earned with patience and honesty. I vow to stand by you, to build dreams that won't crumble, and to be your unwavering support through every twist life may throw our way."
The soft crinkling around Wyatt's eyes tells me more than words ever could. He nods slightly, the motion full of conviction and warmth, his lawyer's mind silently cataloging every word we're promising each other. I slip his ring on his finger. And because he is, apparently, a secret geek, his is a twin to the The Lord of the Rings ring. He chuckles as he looks at the shiny surface with elvish writing.
Lastly, I face Emrys, whose soulful gaze has always seen right through to my core. "Emrys, you are my whispered secret, my animalistic instinct. With you, I've learned that love can be as quiet as a shared glance and as loud as a declaration. You've been the other half to our passion, our souls recognizing kinship and shared drives. I vow to cherish each verse of our lives, to listen to the unsaid, and to always keep our story alive within my heart."
His response is a teardrop that escapes down his cheek, an eloquent testament to his depth of feeling. The depth in him resonates with the sincerity in my voice, and I know he hears every unspoken promise too. I place his ring on his finger, a beautiful, but simple band, with nearly invisible paw prints etched into the surface.
I draw a deep breath, feeling the knots of nerves unravel within me. My family and friends are watching us, some with wide-eyed wonder, others with tears glistening in their eyes, all wrapped up in the magic of this unconventional yet perfect moment.
"Today I stand before not one, but three incredible men," I declare, my voice steady despite the emotions flitting around erratically inside of me.
"Wilder, with your undying zest for life; Emrys, with your twin soul that ignites my passions ever-brighter; and Wyatt, with your steadfast heart that offers safety in every storm. Each of you has awakened a part of me I didn't know existed. Love isn't about choosing one–it's about embracing the love that is true for you. And my truth is standing right here with me. Let's face it, guys–I win," I say with a wink, drawing laughter from our audience.
"Kat, Wyatt, Emrys and Wilder," the officiant's voice is a soft intrusion, commanding in its quiet intensity, but holding just a sliver of humor. "I now pronounce you man...and man...and man...and wife."
The words hang in the air, suspended like the sunbeams filtering through the leafy canopy above us. Time stretches, elongates, becomes infinite in this single, silent moment. I stand stock-still, my breath caught in my chest, my heart thundering loud enough that I swear it echoes off the surrounding mountains.
Beside me, Wilder's hand finds mine, his calloused fingers a familiar pressure. Wyatt's presence to my left is a rock, stable and reassuring, while Emrys' gaze holds mine, deep and soulful, his poet's heart beating in tandem with my own.
We're in this together–truly, madly, deeply–with no way of turning back. The rings on our fingers, heavy with meaning, are the silent witnesses to our vows, our love, our crazy, beautiful truth.
And then, as if on cue, the world erupts around us.
Applause crashes over us like a wave, joyous and deafening. Cheers from our family and friends swell, filling the space with a cacophony of happiness and celebration. It's the sound of barriers breaking, of love triumphing. I can't help but laugh—a bright, effervescent sound that bubbles up from somewhere deep inside.
"Kiss her already!" Someone shouts from the crowd, their voice lost amidst the revelry.
Wyatt’s first, his mouth capturing mine with a tender fierceness that speaks of long nights and heartfelt conversations, of the steadfast shelter he offers. His kiss is grounding, a reminder of the quiet strength of our connection.
Emrys. Oh, Emrys. He kisses me in a sweet, lingering touch that whispers of dark promises and shared secrets. His kiss is a melody, a song meant only for us.
Wilder grins, that boyish, devil-may-care smile that spells adventure, as he leans in last. Instead of doing the gentlemanly thing like the other two, the crazy fool grabs, and spins me into a dip, devouring my mouth with every ounce of thrill-seeking enthusiasm he possesses.
We break apart, breathless and grinning like fools, to face the world together. As one. My husbands–three hearts that beat as strongly for me as mine does for them.
When I turn, Mom's got that misty-eyed pride thing going on, her hand over her mouth as if she's capturing a whisper of this fairy tale to keep forever. Dad has that crinkle around his eyes, the one that's for me and me alone, telling a thousand words of support without him having to utter a single one. Annabelle, my best friend and partner-in-crime, practically vibrates with delight, her grin so wide it's a wonder it doesn't split her face. And Ethan, reliable Ethan, gives me a nod that's an entire conversation–a declaration of I told you so mixed with an aren't you a lucky one.
"Looks like we did it," I say, my voice barely audible over the pleasant chaos of the crowd.
"We did," they affirm, their voices a layered harmony.
We begin to walk, hand in hand, our first steps echoed by the symphony of cheers still cascading around us. It's not just a chapter closing–it's an entire book, and the sequel is going to be epic.
"Let's show them how love really looks," I whisper, squeezing their hands.
"Let's," they agree.
