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“Son” The old, bulldog of a man stared up at Lake “It’s late I’version, wait ‘til the ”

Lake took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling while Kirsty giggled “Fine” His eyes came back down to fix on Kirsty “I do”

There was a loud cheer, which rumble and demand silence

“You’d think they were born in a barn” He turned to Kirsty “Kirsty Campbell, do you take Lake Benson”

“Benson-McLeod,” Betty interrupted “I’ him”

The vicar glared at her “Have you done the paperwork? Do you have proof of nae?”

She didn’t say anything, but her hand gesture spoke volumes The vicar narrowed his eyes and took a step towards his nemesis

“Lake Benson” Lake tugged the neck of Betty’s dress to keep her in place “Just Benson”

“That’s an insult, son” Betty got a calculating glea the firstborn after me instead?”

“Done,” Lake said

“Lake!” Kirsty smacked him with her bouquet as Betty cackled

He shrugged “She’s old She’ll be dead by then She won’t knoe call him”

He had a point Betty kicked Lake in the back of his leg,him flinch

“Do you,” shouted the vicar, “Kirsty Campbell, take Lake Benson Only Benson To have and to hold from this day forward until death do you part?”

“I do,” Kirsty said, and there was another whoop