3 n 1 (Tracob)

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This chapter and the last are short

By the time the two boys were able to set a date at the courthouse, Troye was growing weaker day by day. 

But his spirits never decreased. 

He was so happy to be marrying Jacob.

He held hands with his fiancé as they made their way down the corridor to the courtroom, Steele pushing him in his wheelchair. 

After a while, Troye smiles up at Jacob as he says two words he has always dreamt of saying. 

"I do." 

"I do," Jacob repeats a few moments later. 

Once being told they were allowed to kiss, Troye makes grabby hands toward his husband who chuckles softly and leans down to kiss his lips. 

"We're married, Jacob," Troye whispers against his husband's lips. 

"I know, baby. I'm so happy. I can't believe it." 

"I think we should celebrate." 

"How?" 

"By me having my first beer."

Jacob chuckles, "Sounds perfect to me." 

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"Ew." 

Jacob laughs, "You don't like it?" 

Troye shakes his head and hands Jacob the bottle of Bud Light.

Jacob takes it and takes a drink and sets it down next to his unopened bottle on the nightstand. 

"Anything you'd like to do tonight?" 

"I have an idea. But I'm not sure," Troye says softly. 

"What's your idea?"  Troye blushes and shrugs. 

"You can tell me," Jacob says quietly, having an idea of what it was. 

"I...I wanna have sex." 

"Are you sure you're up for it?" 

"Maybe if we go slow." 

"Of course, hunny." 

Troye nods, "I wanna try." 

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The sun is shining the next morning. 

Troye sleeps soundly by his husband's side, his legs tangled with the older man's, and his head resting gently on his chest, both naked. 

It was everything Troye had dreamt it would be. 

It was perfect.