Blair looked around the room. He couldn't believe it. They spread that was out on the table. He would have thought it was set for a visiting dignitary not just for modest birthday party.
Jim came up behind him, putting his hand on his shoulder. "What you think?"
"Too much. Look at that seafood bar."
"Dad wanted something that everyone would like, and our friends have extreme tastes, so they decided on a little bit of this and that."
Blair looked from the Steamboat beef being carved by the chef, to the dessert table that offered many sinful delights.
Blair watched as Henri was loading his plate. "That's his second trip," Jim pointed out.
Blair shook his head, he couldn't believe the reception. He never would have approved such decadence. "Don't you think this is a bit elaborate?"
"Chief, my Dad wanted to throw a grand show. I know it's a bit excessive."
"Excessive, this a bit out of control."
"Well, let him have his moment." The band changed tempo. He took Blair by his hand and pulled him towards the dance floor.
Blair relaxed against Jim as the slowly moved to the music, letting him lose himself within Jim's embrace.
"I love you," he whispered against Jim's chest.
Jim hugged him closer and kissed the top of his head. "I love you too Chief." He gently stroked the back of Blair's back, thinking ahead of what would be their honeymoon night. The Honeymoon suite at the Grand Hotel, then they would be leaving in the morning for the Bahamas, courtesy of one of Naomi's boyfriends who kept up with Blair.