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Garrett has his guitar in his hand, and he starts playing the bridal chorus as I walk Maxi down to her groom.
I place her hand in his and kiss both their cheeks before joining Sara-Beth and Hilton in the front row to watch our kiddos promise themselves to each other.
Sara-Beth and I are both a blubbering mess by the time Isley pronounces them husband and wife.
Corbin kisses his bride, and then he sweeps her up and tosses her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and carries her down the aisle.
“Sorry, guys, but I’m out on the slumber party. I’m taking my wife to our room,” he yells.
Maxi grins and waves.
We all cheer until they disappear behind the doors of the elevator.
“Well, the night sure took an unexpected turn,” I say.
“It did indeed. I feel like we’re on some kind of roll this weekend. Weston and Anna got engaged, Maxi is pregnant, and now, she and Corbin are married, and Garrett and Ansley are getting married tomorrow. And then it’s Christmas. Does anybody else want in? Leona and Ralph?” Sara-Beth asks.
“We have to save something for Easter,” I say.
“I wanna get married,” Erin shouts.
“You’re already married,” Jena reminds her.
Erin pouts. “Oh, right.”
“You should have a baby,” Taeli suggests.
Erin scoffs. “The hell you say. I’m not built for children full-time. I’m made to be the fun aunt. The one who fills you up on chocolate and soda pop and sends you home. The one you can call to pick your drunk underage ass up from a party after sneaking out of your bedroom window. The one you know won’t narc on you.”
“Everyone does need one of those,” I note.
“Yep, and every single one of these bitches’ kiddos will have one,” Erin agrees.
“Speaking of, I have a little flower girl sleeping that I need to get back to,” Jena says.
“Right. Let’s get back to our regularly scheduled night, shall we?” I suggest.
Ansley looks over at Garrett. “Meet back here tomorrow?”
“You’d better,” he replies.
Garrett
Iawaken to my brothers dragging me out of bed. I kick at them as they carry me into the kitchen of the suite, where breakfast has been delivered by room service.
Corbin is part of the shenanigans.
“What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you still be worn out from your night with your new bride?” I ask.
He grins. “We got back to the room, I set her on the bed, and I went to run a bath in the jetted tub. By the time I made it back to her, she was fast asleep.”
“No,” Langford shouts.
“Yes,” Corbin confirms.
“Damn, man, that’s a disappointing wedding night,” Weston quips.
Corbin shakes his head. “No, it wasn’t. I held her all night while she slept. My wife and our baby that she’s growing. It was the perfect night.”
