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Bobby
July 4th, 1:30pm
Jimmy smiles and lays back on my childhood bed. “You need to calm the fuck down, B. You’re gonna give yourself an ulcer.”
“I can’t calm down. Shit’s getting real.” I stalk across my carpet and run hands through my hair. I swear, I brushed it for the big day, but you’d never know by the amount of times I’ve pulled at it.
I’m anxious to see my girl. I want to see her.
Now.
“Dude, it’s not like she won’t come.” Aiden steps in front of me with a smirk. “I’m pretty sure she likes you.”
I know she likes me. She loves me. I’m not worried she’ll ditch me at the altar, but the fact I haven’t seen her in ages, the fact that today is such a big deal, I feel like the universe is going to fuck us over.
I’ve never worried about the checks and balances before – happy people versus miserable, lucky versus unlucky. Before meeting Kit, I’d never even thought about it, but now that I’mthisclose to making her mine, I feel like all the shit things I did when I was younger might come back and haunt me.
I’ve had a happy life. I’ve had a really fortunate life. So what if I’ve already used up my allocation? What if I get no more? What if something happens to her on the way here? Or if the church bells fall on her head on the way in?
I mean, shit, I have a whole list of happy dates inked onto my chest. It was a good idea at the time, an amazing way to remind myself of my good fortune, but now I see it as a giant‘fuck you, universe. Smite me down. I dare you.’
I’m such an idiot.
I want to run out of here and snatch her up. I want to physically bring her to the altar myself, before the universe has the chance to fuck it up for me.
“Seriously, peacock, she’s fine.” Jon undoes his tie just to be an asshole. “Come and help me do this shit up. It was uncomfortable.” I know for a damn fact he knows how to knot a tie, but taking the opportunity for what it is, I step to him and work on the silk. “She’ll be here soon, B. You need to breathe.”
His words are a whisper. His presence comforting. “Can’t.”
“She’s badass. She’s kicked asses with a dead arm and only half the blood she should have. She’s more badass than all of us combined, so really, it’ll be her carrying you over the threshold tonight. Does that make you feel like a little bitch?”
Just as he’d intended, I let out a small laugh. “I don’t mind. As long as we get across that threshold together.”
“Tink just texted me.” Jack stands up excitedly, like a little kid whose mom just announced dessert. “They’re in the cars. They’re on the way.”
Oh my God, I want to tear my hair out.
My eyes wheel around and undo the work Jon did. The girls stayed at our place last night, the guys stayed at my mom’s, and no matter how much I bitched and complained, no one would let me go home to my girl.
Apparently, tradition and some fucker from way back decided it was bad luck for a bride and groom to stay together the night before their wedding. But the asshole who made that rule a million years ago can’t have known me and Kit. He didn’t factor us into his equation, so he couldn’t have known that being forced apart for the first and only time since she was rushed to hospital, for us, is the bad luck.
We’re stronger together.
