Sasha went to stand on the receiving line with Michael and Wylie.
"I think we should go to the hospital tomorrow, just make sure. Hi, Wylie. Can I have a hug." She, felt his hug, and gently hugged him back. Then giggled. "You, want, to come to me." She, held him gently."
Dylan felt his hug and hugged him back. He smiled softly at them. “You’re welcome, Michael, Sasha. It was my absolute pleasure. Congratulations.” He hugged Sasha then watched as they walked up the aisle. He went over to Courtney and hugged her.
Michael gave her a soft smile. “I can understand why our baby kicked and is getting excited. We finally got married.” He kissed her again and hugged her. “I love you so much, Sasha.” He turned to Dylan. “Thank you so much for performing our wedding, Uncle Dylan.” He hugged him. He chuckled softly when he saw Wiley run up to them. He knelt down and picked him up. “Hey there, buddy.”
Dylan smiled softly at them. “By the power invested in me and the state of New York. I now pronounce you, husband and wife.” He looked at Michael. “Michael, you may now kiss the bride.”
Dylan turned to Sasha. “Sasha, do you take Michael to be your wedded husband? To cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow and for as long as the two of you shall live?”
Dylan gave them a soft smile then turned to Michael. “Do you, Michael take Sasha to be your wedded wife? To cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?”