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Theweathergodcameout to bless the day for my brother's wedding.
Even our father who moved to Australia from England because he could not stand the grey skies, looks like he could not have asked for a bluer sky. Baxter blue, as Clarissa would say. I can't wait to sit down and talk about to him, it's been months since I had a chance to spend some time with him. It's one of the things I'm jealous most of when it comes to Damien, being so close to our father.
Damien fidgets as he stands at the altar, playing with our grandfather's cuff links on his wrists, tugging at his shirt. "Does my hair look okay?"
"If you ask me that one more time, I'm going to grab a handful and pull it out so you can see for yourself," Kingsley grumbles. He's hardly a people person at the best of times, and there are a lot of people here.
"You look good, man," Kylian pats Damien on the back. Not surprisingly, Kylian is Damien's best man.
Damien had come to Kingsley and I separately and explained to us why he had chosen Kylian. And wanted to know if that would hurt our feelings.
Godfuckingno. I've never wanted to be anyone's best man. Flattering, maybe, but the responsibility? If it was just about throwing a party, then I'd be all for it. But a Baxter getting married? Not a simple task.
And I say "not surprisingly" not because he thinks he's everyone's favorite. But because without Kylian, there probably would not be a wedding. He helped when Damien fell into a drunken depression when our mom come back into the picture, and he helped when My-Linh was in the hospital after they broke up and didn't want to see Damien.
He was the glue in some difficult situations.
And he hasn't let Damien forget it, going so far as to print "Am I the glue?" on a T-shirt that he threatens to wear to the reception every time Damien says something to piss him off.
And now he's standing there, proud as punch that Damien and My-Linh are taking their next steps to a happy life together.
No doubt thinking about when it's going to be his turn.
Both Kylian and Kiara have separately and together threatened to have the longest engagement in history, so who knows if he'll ever have to choose which one of us will be his best man. I vote not me.
I watch as Damien tenses, his jaw twitching as the last of the wedding party makes it down the aisle. I want to reassure him, but I also want him to sweat it a little. They both worked through a lot to get here, why not stretch the moment out a little?
Silence descends as the harp music fades out, and there's a gasp as My-Linh appears at the other end of the aisle. She looks beautiful in a simple white princess gown.
Damien hasn't seen her yet. He's too busy staring down at his hand, running through his vows in his head.
Kylian nudges him. "Hey, man. Look!"
Damien blinks and turns to her.
And tears spring to his eyes.
Keeping YoubyTanya Donelly, the song My-Linh chose for her entrance, starts to play and everyone rises to their feet.
As My-Linh floats down the aisle, eyes trained on her very soon-to-be husband, her smile grows wider and wider as his cheeks get wetter and wetter.
Kylian leans back towards me "He's going to drown in those tears before she even gets here."
Kingsley lets out a tiny laugh behind me, stifling it immediately.
"Shush. He'll die happy, okay?" I say.
After a few more seconds, Kylian leans back again. "It's still flowing. I'm starting to get really worried."
"Shut up, I'm not going to drown," Damien hisses without taking his eyes off his bride.
"Famous last words," Kylian whispers.
Kingsley reaches around me and pushes Kylian back to his position just as My-Linh reaches the front.
Her father lifts her veil and presses a gentle kiss to her head.
"Hi," she says, taking Damien's hand. He just swallows. She gives him a reassuring smile. "You look hot. You going somewhere?"
