[BL] A Marriage Ruled by Family, Saved by Desire-Chapter 100: Where It All Finally Comes Together

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Where It All Finally Comes Together

~Alistair’s POV~

And just like that, the day of the family dinner arrived.

It was held at Alex’s parents’ estate, and the entire place had been transformed. Soft lights glowed across the grounds, and everything looked elegant without feeling overwhelming.

Guests began to arrive one after another.

Alex’s family, my family... my mom was there, along with my cousin and a few close relatives. Friends followed shortly after, filling the space with laughter and quiet conversations.

For the first time, everyone was in the same place.

I stood beside Alex, taking it all in. It felt strange... but in a good way.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his hand brushing against mine.

I nodded. "Yeah... I just didn’t think I’d ever see this happen."

He gave my hand a small squeeze. "Me neither."

The night moved easily after that.

People talked, laughed, and shared stories. There were moments of awkwardness, but nothing overwhelming. It felt... peaceful. Like everything that once stood between us had finally settled.

At some point, Alex’s mother raised her glass, saying a few words about family, love, and new beginnings.

The soft conversations around the room slowly faded as all eyes turned toward her. She stood in the centre, holding her glass, her expression calm but filled with emotion.

"I’ve been waiting for a moment like this," she began.

Her voice was steady, but there was something deeper beneath it.

"To see family and friends gathered like this... to see my son standing here, about to begin a new Chapter of his life... it means more to me than I can put into words."

She glanced at Alex, her eyes softening. "I am proud of the man you’ve become."

Then her gaze shifted to me. "And I am grateful for the partner you chose."

There was a brief pause. "I won’t pretend everything was perfect," she continued honestly. "There were misunderstandings... mistakes... and I played a part in that."

The room grew quieter.

"I made decisions that could have cost you both everything. And for that... I am truly sorry."

She took a slow breath. "Many of you here may think this is the first time my son is getting married."

A few people exchanged curious looks.

"But it isn’t."

Her voice remained steady.

"He has already chosen his partner once before... and that partner is standing right here."

She gestured toward me. "This time, I am here to witness it. This time, I give my blessing with a full heart."

A soft murmur spread across the room. "All I want for both of you now is peace, happiness, and a long, beautiful life together."

She lifted her glass slightly.

"To love that endured... and to a future that will only grow stronger."

Applause filled the room.

Warm, genuine, and full of emotion.

After her, a few others spoke.

Friends shared light memories, laughter filled the air, and even some emotional words were exchanged. It felt like everyone was finally on the same side.

While everyone else was speaking openly and sharing their thoughts, Sarah did something different.

After things had settled and we had taken our seats, she walked over to us quietly.

She didn’t address the room like the others had. Instead, she came straight to the two of us.

Her presence shifted the mood slightly, not with tension but with quiet attention. Her pregnancy was now visible, and she held her hands gently over her stomach.

"I owe you both an apology," she said softly.

She looked between Alex and me.

"I made mistakes... and I almost destroyed something that didn’t belong to me."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"I was afraid of losing the person I loved. Just like you fought for your love... I was fighting for mine too."

She exhaled slowly.

"But that doesn’t excuse what I did."

She lowered her gaze briefly.

"I’m sorry. Truly."

She hesitated, then added, "Things have changed. My family has accepted the father of my child... and soon, we’ll be starting our own life too."

I looked at her for a moment. "I was angry," I admitted honestly. "You almost broke us. But I don’t want to hold onto that anymore. I just want peace. And I hope you find yours too."

Alex said. "It’s in the past," he said calmly. "There’s no reason to hold onto it anymore. What matters is that we’re here now."

Sarah nodded, clearly relieved.

"Thank you."

Later, our friends gathered around us, laughing, teasing, and wishing us well.

And then... Andrew approached.

There was a brief silence.

He looked at Alex first.

"I’ve known about you both for a long time," Andrew said, his tone calm. "I’ve seen you from a distance... I heard about you... but I’ve never actually stood in the same space with you like this."

He paused slightly.

"And I just want to say... I wish you both a happy life."

Alex nodded. "Thank you."

Andrew was about to say something when Alex’s mother called out to us.

I glanced at him apologetically. "I have to go... my mother-in-law is calling us."

Then I turned to Alex. "Baby, let’s go. She’s calling."

Alex gave Andrew a brief nod. "We’ll talk later."

Andrew nodded in return. "Of course."

When we got closer, I realized she wasn’t alone.

She stood with a few important guests, business associates and family allies, people you could tell carried influence without saying a word.

"This is my son, Alex," she said proudly. "And this is Alis, my son-in-law."

Introductions were made, handshakes exchanged, polite smiles given. Everything felt formal but not uncomfortable.

After a short while, we excused ourselves and moved on.

Not long after, my mother called for us.

Alex and I walked over to her, and the moment we stood in front of her, her expression softened.

She looked at both of us for a second before placing her hand gently over mine.

"I’m happy for you," she said quietly. "Both of you."

Her voice carried warmth. "You’ve been through so much... but you’re still standing together. That’s all I ever wanted for you."

"Thank you, Mom," we both said, pulling her into a warm hug.

Not long after, Alex’s mother came over to speak with my mother. The two of them stepped aside, deep in conversation.

Alex and I returned to our seats together.

It wasn’t the wedding day yet, but in that moment... it felt like a blessing.

Like everything had already been sealed.

I glanced at Alex, and he gave my hand a small squeeze.

For the rest of the night, the atmosphere shifted into something lighter.

Music filled the space, conversations flowed easily, and laughter came naturally. People moved around freely, some dancing, some eating, others simply enjoying the moment.

There was no tension anymore.

Just celebration.

The dinner party was a massive success, exactly the kind of union I had dreamed of for years. Once the final guests had departed and the night came to an end, we began the transition to the next phase. Since the wedding was being held at the Montclair estate, we moved into the main house for the final forty-eight hours.

It was more comfortable than a hotel, and it allowed us to be right in the heart of the action without the stress of commuting.

We had been so consumed by the whirlwind of planning, I realized something surprising: we hadn’t touched each other in two weeks. It wasn’t intentional, no sex, no heavy intimacy. We were just so fueled by pure excitement and joy that our physical desires had taken a backseat to the excitement of the upcoming day.

The night before the wedding, as Alex walked out of the shower, the thought finally crossed my mind. I wanted him, but I bit my lip and forced myself to wait. Just one more day, I told myself. Tomorrow night will be worth the wait.

The morning of the wedding arrived in a blur of motion. Stylists and assistants moved around the guest wing, preparing everything. Alex was the first to be whisked away to get ready. When it was finally my turn, I spent an hour being tucked, pinned, and groomed until everything was flawless.

​I looked incredible. The suit didn’t just fit; it was a part of me, draped in a way that made me feel like royalty. Once the stylists gave me a final nod, I couldn’t wait any longer. I slipped away to Alex’s to show him the final result.

​As I stepped through the doors, Alex turned. The second his eyes landed on me, something in him awakened. He didn’t speak; he just stared at me with an intensity that made me think something was wrong with my suit.

​"Do I... do I look okay?" I asked tentatively.

​Alex’s voice was a low growl. "Baby... can we do a quickie?"

​I nearly choked. "What? Alex, the ceremony starts in less than an hour! What do you mean a quickie?"

​"We still have time," he insisted, stepping closer, his eyes dark with the two weeks of built-up tension. "I can’t just stand here and look at you like this. I need to touch you."

​"No way," I laughed, putting my hands up to keep him at bay. "The stylists would kill me. I’m not going back through the hair and makeup and suit pressing again. It’s impossible!"

"Alex looked at me, his eyes pleading."

​I looked at him, feeling my own resolve weakening under that gaze. Part of me wanted to give in right there, to feel him before we faced the world. But I looked at the mirror, at the perfection of the suit, and thought about the guests waiting downstairs.

​"Alex, please," I murmured. "If we start now, we won’t stop, and we’ll be an hour late to our own wedding. Can you wait? Just until the reception is over? I promise you, I’ll be all yours then."

Alex shook his head immediately, pouting like a stubborn child.

"No," he said softly. "I want you now."

He reached out and take my hand, guiding it down to feel the heavy arousal through his trousers.

​"I can’t wait, Alis," he groaned, his forehead dropping against mine. "I feel like I’m going to die before this wedding even starts. It’s been two weeks, baby. He isn’t going to go down. Please, let’s do it."

​"No, baby," I said, trying to keep my voice firm. "Look at me. Look at the suit. We’ll be a mess."

​Alex looked up, his expression a mix of desperation and playful manipulation. "Please? Be nice to your husband, baby. It’s our wedding day. Don’t you want to make me happy?"

​I stood there, torn between the desire to please him now and the need to keep this day perfect. I didn’t know if I should give in or hold my ground.