Poppy giggled once she looked at her uncle, the cute toothless smile beaming as she reached up and grabbed his hat.
“Designated babysitter.” Kyla folded her arms, smiling at her brother-in-law.
I chuckled and reached a finger out to Poppy. She grasped it, her other hand gripping onto Wyatt’s shirt with dear life as she looked at me like I was stranger danger to the extreme.
“I don’t remember being asked to babysit.” Wyatt raised a brow, looking at Kyla.
“Can you?” Abi asked, coming up to my side, resting her elbow on my shoulder. “I need to steal Quinn and Kyla, and Rhett is out for the night.”
“Steal…” I turned to Abi. “Me?” I pointed at my chest. “You know, you could ask me like a normal person if I have plans, not kidnap me last minute.”
“Well,” Kyla said, “in her defense, this is last-minute for everyone. Dress shopping.”
Wyatt looked over at me. “Dress shopping? Wedding dresses?”
“Yup, and I need Quinn. So…please babysit the little?”
“Why do you need me? I’m not in the wedding.” I asked, looking from Abi to Wyatt to Kyla. She gave me a sweet smile and looked at Abi.
Abi parted her lips to speak, but instead of words, a shriek escaped her when Cash’s arm pulled her away from me.
He turned and kissed her temple. “Did I hear dress shopping?”
“Yes, and you’re busy. But…” Abi turned to her fiancé. “Can you get Stet from school?”
Cash kissed her nose. They were adorably disgusting. I loved them.
“Of course. I demand photos.”
“That’s illegal if I remember correctly.” Wyatt quipped, shifting Poppy so she sat in his arms, her back to his chest. She began kicking her legs and flaying her arms, seemingly giving him a hard time as he struggled to keep her still, but I could tell—he loved it.
“I’m not sure about illegal.” Abi turned to look at her brother. “But now you have two jobs: keep this man busy and watch Poppy.”
“I take my jobs very seriously.” He tickled Poppy’s tummy, and she let out a small giggle. Then his eyes met mine. “Rain check on the ride?”
I nodded. “Sure, because I guess I’m going dress shopping.”
I sat on the small white sofa next to Kyla, a sparkling water in hand, waiting for Abi to come out of the dressing room. Abi asked us all kinds of questions when she picked the styles, and ultimately she grabbed three dresses, one picked by each of us. Each style was different, yet stunning, and surprisingly, no massive princess dresses were picked. We each chose a dress that suited Abi. Simple. Elegant. Timeless. I even pulled experience from my inner rodeo queen from when I was thirteen, picking a dress that I would wear versus what my mom would make me wear.
The first dress she wore was Kyla’s pick, a short skirt with long lace sleeves that flowed down her arms. Her brown cowboy boots went with it nicely, and when she spun in front of the mirror, holding her hair up in a messy bun, I could picture it.
“Cash would love this one.” I smiled, watching as she studied herself in the mirror.
“Cash is going to love anything you pick,” Kyla responded, raising her glass to her lips. “That is one thing I regret about my wedding. I wore jeans.”
Abi chuckled and turned to us, taking a step off the podium to reach for her own glass of sparkling water. “Well, when you get married weeks after meeting the guy.” Abi gave her a knowing smile.
“Wait, what?” I looked at Kyla, my hair falling over my shoulder in curly waves, wanting in on the story. “You didn’t have a wedding ceremony?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Rhett and I got married after two weeks, and it was supposed to be temporary.”
“I still take full credit for that.” Abi raised her glass at Kyla before taking another drink.
“Two. Weeks?” I widened my eyes. “How did you even meet?” I raised a brow in question.
“He was a one-night stand that failed.” Kyla gave a small smile into her glass, her cheeks blushing. “My ex came to the ranch, and Abi told him I was married. Rhett showed up at the right time, and I asked him to pretend to be my husband, and well…he took the part very seriously. We got married in the courthouse. It’s a fun story if you think about it. But we didn’t get to do any of this. No dress. No wedding party. No ceremony. I wish we could.”
Abi spun again. “Vow renewal. Have an actual wedding this time.” Twisting her torso, she looked at Kyla. “I’ll accept nothing less than matron of honor.”
