Mitch didn't know about this so he looked at Wyatt, who nodded to confirm it.
"A peach and a flower girl, is there anything you can't do?" Enrico asked her.
"No," she said.
"You'll be a great flower girl," Mitch told her. Though no one had asked him if it was OK, he was glad she would be a part of Sam and Wyatt's happy day.
Sam joined them as Sammy ran off and he looked apologetic. "Wyatt and I were going to ask you if Sammy could be a flower girl at out wedding along with Gloria. We wanted to ask you first, but I guess Gloria told her about it," he said. "Sorry."
"It's OK. And she was so happy to do it, I can't say no," Mitch told him.
"Thank you," Sam said looking relieved. "It will be nice to have my namesake in the wedding. I won't have any family there, so I want all the friendly faces I can get."
"Sorry to hear that," Mitch said but he knew how Sam felt. If he ever got married, his side of the aisle would be nearly empty. He had to stop there though because he wasn't ready to think about who it was he wanted to marry.
"Now you're all set for flower girls," Enrico told Sam. "Are you sure you don't want a bachelor party?"
Sam gave him a sideways look. "Let me guess what would be on the menu—beer, porn, and embarrassment. No, thank you."
Enrico didn't deny it. He just said, "OK."
"You're backing down so easily?" Mitch asked since that wasn't his MO.
"Sam made this pleading face so I had to," Enrico said and did an impression of poor Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes, but then he said. "That is kind of true. I asked him to take pity on me. With everything that's going on with the wedding plus the festival, I couldn't deal with it."
"And if Sam didn't want a bachelor party, I didn't want one either," Wyatt said and gave him a kiss.
"It wouldn't have worked anyway. If we didn't separate them, they would just spend the whole bachelor party making out with each other. If we did separate them, they would just pine for each other the whole time." Enrico sounded disgusted, but both Mitch and Sam nodded, agreeing with what he said. "Look at them. It's like they're already married," Enrico groused, but the two of them only smiled at each other like the accusation made them really happy. "There is no way to make these guys feel bad."
Mitch wondered what it would feel like to know that you and the one you loved would soon belong to one another. He imagined an unbreakable link being forged between two men, never to be broken. Did he yearn for that? Is that what the painful feeling in his chest meant?
While he was lost in thought, Enrico and Sam went off to talk to some coworkers from the café. Wyatt was still there keeping Mitch company and admiring the yard.
"You have a nice space here for a barbeque. You can throw some serious parties," Wyatt said.
"I just work here," Mitch said offhandedly, but what Wyatt said reminded him that his time here would come to an end, probably soon. Then he would have to make some big decisions.
"I keep forgetting this house isn't yours. I guess this place suits you," Wyatt said.
There was some truth in that. If he were ever to own a house, he would want it to be a lot like this one. Of course that might never happen for him. "It's nice but well above my price range. My price range is two months rent and a cleaning deposit."
"Too bad," Wyatt said with a sigh. "A hula hoop and a swing, this place is a retro paradise."
The kids were now using both and having fun with the dogs and the kittens too. "Sammy is certainly having a good time," Mitch said.
"She is. So why are you making that face?" Wyatt wondered.
"I'm worried that Sammy doesn't realize that we'll have to move on from here," Mitch told him.
"Do you have to move on? You might be able to find enough work around here to keep you busy," Wyatt said.
"I'm not sure," Mitch said. The thought had occurred to him.
"I'm not handy. I'll need you for sure," Wyatt told him. "When anything breaks over at our place, I'll have DJ and Ry have a crack at it, but after that, I'll definitely be calling you."
"Sam isn't handy either?" Mitch asked.
