“How did you know?” she asks incredulously.

I smile, I’m so happy she likes the idea. “It was obvious I guess.” I shrug. “It wasn’t about the money.” I’m suddenly worried she’ll think I’m mean. “I looked around at what was available and nothing suited us. I just knew you’d want to have it here.” I stop and kiss her lightly. “Are you happy?”

“Ecstatic!” She beams.

“Me too.” I lead her through the open gate, past the sign saying ‘LADY LUCK’S IS CLOSED FOR A PRIVATE FUNCTION’ and into the garden.

Home.

“Wow,” she whispers as she soaks up the scene. We kept her out all day yesterday and then when she came home she went upstairs and then only came out into the garden, she didn’t see anything in the bar and I had people on standby to stop her if she had tried to go in. The staff worked late on the decorations and started again early this morning. Most of them came to the service, but a couple were here finishing up.

They come out to greet us and we let Liv have a good look at what we’ve done. The stage is back inside, set up for the live music. All the doors of the bar are open and both inside and out the tables have all been decorated with flowers and candles. There are no table settings or place cards, and there is plenty of room for milling around. It’s a really casual affair.

A table is set up inside with our cake, a huge pile of doughnuts. Jen has made tiny flags to stick all over it indicating which ones have jelly and which ones have jam. Liv thinks it’s great. I love watching her laugh as all over the place she is finding the little touches that make today so personal to us. On every table, tucked in the flowers, Jen has printed cards with all the movie quotes I gave her. All the classics, like ‘Nobody puts Baby in a corner.’ (We put that one in a corner!), she loves it!

We have a real old-school photo-booth set up for some fun shots later, because it reminds me of our teens. In fact, on an easel beside it there is a grainy, enlarged strip of Liv and I. We must have been about seventeen and we’re kissing, sticking out our tongues, laughing and then kissing again. It’s one of the few things I allowed myself to hold onto.

“Oh my God, look at us!” she squeals.

The buses will be here any minute and I just want her to myself for a moment, so I pull her over to Baby’s table in the corner and sit her down.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” I say hurriedly. She frowns. But I have to get this out before everyone comes. “I chose to do this here because there is nowhere more perfect for us than this world you have created. You made it like this because it made you feel at home, but without knowing or realising, you built me into it as well. The two of us are all over this place and I wanted to celebrate us, in our home. But I know you, and you need some rules. So, the conditions are: You don’t work here tonight, you’re here as the focus of everyone’s attention, the guest of honor. Everyone knows what they’re doing, you don’t need to help. You are mine tonight and I won’t share you with a bar. Everything is paid for, we won’t be discussing that again. I have everything under control. It’s all planned. Don’t interfere. Do you understand?”

She visibly shudders. “Uh-huh.” She mutters as she lunges at me. Our lips lock and I feel her tongue brush against them. I succumb for a moment, parting them to allow her exploration. Then I hear the damned buses pull up.

“Liv.” I halt her. “They’re here.”

“Shit!” She giggles. “You got me all turned on and now I can’t have you.”

“How did I get you turned on?” I ask, pulling her to her feet.

“You don’t know what it does to me when you lay down the law!” She laughs, not quite believing it herself.

“Sometimes with you, it’s the only way.” I tug her hand so that she is pressed against me.

“Well, it does things to me.” She laughs ruefully. “You’ve messed with my brain Danny Morgan. I’ve changed.”

“Things?” My face moves close to hers until we are sharing air. "What things?"

She nods. “Rude things.”

I run my fingers up her back until my hand is at the back of her neck, poised to make her close the remaining inch between us. “I’ll have to remember that,” I whisper, breathing harder, just from the closeness.

Just then, Scott and Max walk into the bar. “Get a room!” yells Scott.

I close my eyes and sigh. “Later Mrs. Morgan,” I say kissing her forehead instead and prising myself away. I don’t let go of her though, we hold hands all night.

She seems to love everything. I’ve arranged an American feast from our American diner. Jake has done all of the best stuff they do here in smaller versions and it’s being served canapé style. Except these canapés will actually feed you and I've told them just to keep it flowing. No half bottle per head here. Everyone is enjoying it, it’s way better than a sit-down meal.

We manage to take some group photos. I didn't ask for all that formal stuff, but having everyone together like this it seems ridiculous not to. But they are not the posed, stuffy kind. We are all laughing at each other and having fun. I know the shots will be animated and full of life. The photographer gets a great shot of me and my groomsmen showing Liv our matching shoes. Then one of just Liv and I with our ‘his and hers’ shoes. She loves the shoe thing best of all I think. Every photo I’m aware of (and I'm sure there are so many I'm not aware of) makes me think of the house that we will fill with them. I can't wait to be living there now, with any luck we'll sign the papers before we leave on our honeymoon.

Liv is laughing with Connie about Dave and Connie's husband, Jack, wanting to be 'down with the kids' and insisting on getting Converse too. I wasn't planning on it becoming a feature, but as I’d mentioned it to lots of people, everyone seemed to get involved. I would say over half of the guests are wearing them or at least pushing the accepted formal footwear boundaries. I’ve seen some Vans and one friend of Liv's is wearing velvet Doc Martins. This is just what I wanted. No pretences, just us.

I spot Ali and Carla coming out of the diner. Ali nods to confirm their job is done. I asked them to fix up the flat for me. When I decided to have the wedding here, I also gave our wedding night some thought. Although it would be nice to go to a hotel, then we'd have to leave the party. I decided Liv would prefer to be at home, so I asked the girls to tidy away all the traces of everyone getting ready there this morning. They said they would make it romantic for us, I trust them, they seemed really into the idea.

Max taps my shoulder and tells me it's time for the speeches, so I gather Liv and some drinks and head inside to the stage. Everyone either files in or finds a spot in the garden where they can see. Liv and I step up onto the stage and join Max and Jen.

"Hello everyone," Max says into the mic, to settle the crowd. "Where are the bride and groom's parents?" We wait while they position themselves either side of us. "I think we'll start with Dave."

Dave gives a wave as friends cheer. "Thanks!" he says. "I only want to say a few words about this wonderful girl. She was ten when she came barrelling into my life. I was already in love with her mum, so I knew I would love her girls easily. We have certainly had our ups and downs, becoming a family. Being a step-parent is a constant test. Some days you pass, some days you don't. But Liv is one of those people that doesn't make things more difficult than they need to be and I’m very grateful to have her as my daughter. She has made her mother and me so proud with her accomplishments. We’ve watched her grow into a superb business woman. She has a rebellious streak, sure. But we’ve never needed to worry about her. We’re so happy that she found Danny again, because we have always known that they are perfect for each other. Danny doesn't need to be welcomed into our family, he knows he has always had a place with us. So let me just say, we’re glad you’re back where you belong. Please raise your glasses to our girl and her perfect man." Everyone, murmurs 'to the bride and groom' as Liv hugs Dave and then her mom.

I'm slightly surprised to see my dad then step up to the mic. We hadn't planned for him to say anything.

"Hi everyone, I know it’s unconventional for the groom’s dad to join in, but hey, I'm in unconventional company. I just wanted to add a few words about Danny, while we are doing the proud parent thing. I hope you don't mind?" He looks to Dave as he says this and Dave laughs and signals that the floor is all his.

"Most of you know that Danny is an American, which may or may not have inspired Liv's path in life," he says waving at the surroundings. "But you may not know that I was born here, a couple of roads away as a matter of fact. Like Liv, I too know what it is to be infatuated with all things American, so I decided to study there. I met Pam in the library at Stanford and the rest, as they say, is history. But when we were given the opportunity to come back here, I jumped at the chance to bring our boy up in my hometown. He settled in straight away, no doubt because on his first day here, literally his first day, he fell in love. We always knew we would go back to California eventually, but we didn't fully appreciate how difficult that would be for Danny. We are so proud of the difficult choices he’s made. He followed us home when we suspected he might refuse and took the opportunity to get the finest education and become an expert in his field. But we always knew his heart got left behind. So we are so pleased that he has finally made himself whole again. Being so far from your child isn't something you necessarily want as a parent, but we have divided our life between two places, so as far away as it is, at least it's home. Danny, we are so proud of you for coming home." I bite back tears as my parents hug me. I really need to keep my shit together, I still have to speak.