The wedding planning started almost as soon as Julian’s mother left.
Sebastian had imagined something simple for them... a small ceremony with close friends and good food but Julian had other ideas.
“I want flowers,” Julian announced.
“Okay. Flowers.”
“Not just any flowers. They need to mean something.”
Sebastian blinked. “Flowers mean things?”
Julian stared at him. “You’ve never heard of flower language?”
“I’m a hockey player. I only know puck language.”
Julian laughed and dragged him to the couch. They spent the evening tangled together with laptops open, researching. Roses for love, Lilies for purity, Sunflowers for happiness. When they found forget-me-nots—true love and memorie...Julian’s voice softened.
“These,” he said. “I want these.”
Sebastian looked at the delicate blue
