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"That I have very much noticed. They are planning a complete bathroom remodel just because I said I like clawfoot tubs."
"See? So, you might as well book him. Charlotte and Jackson will just be coming back from their honeymoon and it gives both your moms time to get a dress and everything."
"And me?" I chuckle. "I might want a dress, too?"
"Which is why yours truly would be calling around to make sure you are shown the nicest dresses in town."
"Ah, those rich-people-benefits kicking in."
She barks out a laugh. "I use them when I can."
We reach Charlotte's room and I tell Sophie not to mention anything about it to her. Much like me possibly being pregnant, I don't want any news to take away from her day.
Charlotte is, indeed, getting her make-up and hair touched up when we come into the room. We begin quietly giggling, trying to hold it in when she commands us not to say a word. She is radiating with much more confidence when she stands, however, so whatever Jackson said, or did, worked.
Sophie walks down the aisle with Law, one of her hands in the crook of his arm while his other arm holds Shawn tight to him. Then, Ezekiel and Jeremiah are on each side of me, both extending an arm for me to take. I put my hands on their arms and we begin walking down the aisle as well, keeping pace with the slow song playing. Then, Charlotte appears, her soft pink dress flowing along the grass as she walks towards Jackson. He watches her like she’s a moving work of art, and then they’re standing across from each other, the setting sun casting them in the most beautiful colors. Once again, the vows are lost on me because I can't stop thinking of what words I would say to Ezekiel and Jeremiah, and them to me. What scenery would Iwant as I promised them forever, and could I make it all happen in a week?
"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the officiant announces.
The small number of guests applaud as Jackson's hands come to Charlotte's cheeks, raised with her smile, cupping them as he brings his lips to hers.
The outdoor reception under tents with soft lighting is a blur with, thankfully, only two hiccups, and then Charlotte and Jackson get in a private jet to go to Italy. Ezekiel and Jeremiah watch me like hawks as I go through the last of my duties for the wedding. But once Heather has told me for the third time that everything is taken care of, they all but force me out the door...and drive us straight to the pharmacy. I don't think I've ever seen someone walk in and out so quickly. The grin on Jeremiah's face as he shakes the bag while coming back to the car makes Ezekiel and I burst into fits of laughter.
"Are you both mocking my excitement?" he asks as he gets back into the passenger seat.
"Yes, but I'm also a little worried by it," I admit. "I might not be pregnant, and this is all for nothing."
"It wouldn't be because it's clearly shown all of us that we want a child." Ezekiel points out.
"Is it strange?" I ask, chuckling. "For us to even be considering a baby so soon?"
"Who cares what anyone else thinks?" Jeremiah questions.
Of course, Ezekiel states it much harsher. "Fuck what anyone else thinks."
I smile in the backseat, knowing they're right, and that the only people's opinions that do matter would be happy for us.
"Well, we certainly know two people who think a baby can't come soon enough," I add.
Ezekiel laughs. "What were we thinking getting those two together?"
I met Jeremiah and Ezekiel's mother a week after the charity event. They met my mother two weeks after that when she returned from her cruise. A few days later, we introduced our mothers and they have been the best of friends ever since. Their mother was teaching mine to be more independent, and my mother was making their mother be more open to the idea of love again, or at least to dating. Almost every time we called them now, they were with each other, and somehow, every conversation came around to them impatiently awaiting grandchildren. Plural.
"Our mom already said the moment we tell her there's a baby on the way, she's moving into the very same block as us," Jeremiah says.
"And my mom would probably be her roommate." I chuckle.
"Well, at least we'll always have babysitters," Ezekiel adds.
We get to our hotel room, and they follow me to the bathroom, standing in the doorway as I take the test out of the box and read the instructions. Then, I glance at them and back at the test. One more time at them again.
"I know neither of you believes you're going to watch me pee."
"What's the big deal?" Ezekiel shrugs.
"We've seen everything else." Jeremiah smirks.
"Well, you won't be seeing this."
