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Henley excitedly nodded her pretty little head.
Gulping, I looked around for help. I didn’t know how to answer her. I mean, I would love to stand next to her while she married my best friend, but I worried Devlyn would get mad. I didn’t want to piss anyone off. Was that all I had to do? What about helping her with the wedding? I knew nothing about planning a wedding. And what about the bachelorette party? She mentioned a movie. What kind of movie? Comedy, action, thriller, documentary?
“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought since you and I were friends, we could find something we’d both like to do instead of the traditional pre-wedding stuff.”
“Well,” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “If you really want me, I would be happy to stand beside you, Henley.”
“You would?” She smiled brightly, her face lighting up like the sun.
God, she was so sweet.
No wonder Scribe fell in love with her.
Nodding, she squealed, throwing her arms around my neck again, hugging me tightly.
“Are you making a move on my girl, Frank?”
Gently peeling Henley off me, I muttered, “Nope. Wouldn’t think of it, brother.”
“Scribe,” Henley preened up at him. “He said yes.”
“Of course he did, Princess. Told you Frank wouldn’t let you down. Now, I need you to come with me while I tell King we want a Valentine’s Day wedding. With you there, he can’t kill me.”
“That’s two months away, Scribe,” I stated factually. Actually, it was less than that, but I didn’t think Scribe needed me to tell him that. He was pretty smart.
“Sure is, Frank buddy, and if Henley would agree to a justice of the peace, we’d be married tomorrow.”
“Not happening, stud muffin.” The cute woman smirked, shaking her head. “You will crush your mom’s heart if you do that. Besides, she’s excited to help officiate the ceremony.”
Scribe stiffened. “When did you talk to my mom?”
“When Freyja called her. She can’t wait to bless our wedding.”
“Oh, no!” Scribe yelled. “We are not having a Wiccan wedding!”
“Why the hell not!” Freyja yelled back, storming over, with Athena and Phoebe in tow. I didn’t envy Scribe, having three sisters. I had one brother, and that was enough for me.
“Because we’re having a simple, normal ceremony. Nothing more.”
“Well, there better be a priest,” Devlyn stated firmly. “We’re Catholic and my sister isn’t getting married in some willy-nilly way. She’s getting married in a church, in white, before God and everybody.”
“Priest can officiate. There. Easy peasy!”
“What?” Priest piped up from somewhere in the room upon hearing his name.
“I’m still your best man, right?” Bailey asked, walking over.
“Gotta have a penis to be a man, Cupcake.” King chuckled and high-fived Gunner.
“Don’t fuck with me right now, asshole. I’m still pissed at you for infecting my womb. Besides, I have to stand next to Scribe. I can’t let my bestie get married without me. He needs me.”
Scribe pulled Bailey over, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and kissed the top of her head. “Wouldn’t dream of getting married without you, woman. You’re my ride or die.”
Bailey smiled warmly and stuck her tongue out at King.
Seeing that the conversation turned to wedding stuff, I quietly ducked away. It didn’t surprise me when no one noticed. I was only the biggest brother in the club. They probably didn’t see me.
Heading upstairs, I looked down at the people I called my family, all loud, rambunctious and full of mirth.
