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“On it,” I promise, making my way up the aisle. The place is packed and I search over everyone to try and find Jessie, I finally locate him talking with the priest of all people.
“Jessie, sorry to interrupt but you’re needed outside, the bride is on her way,” I try my best to sound formal, smiling at the priest apologetically for interrupting.
“Brax, that’s us,” Jessie calls over the room. I follow his voice to where Brax is standing and almost pass out when he turns around. Also dressed in a tux, Brax looks roguishly handsome and dangerously sexy, and his eyes remain fixed on me as he strides over.
“You look beautiful,” he tells me matter of factly, ignoring the fact Jessie is standing right beside me, and I look down at the dress I’m wearing modestly.
“It’s actually Maddy’s,” I admit, trying my best to still sound mad at him. I can’t think about what he was doing last night. It shouldn’t, but it makes me jealous. He’s still staring at me, and I’m grateful when Jessie breaks the silence.
“Brax, come on,” he nods his head toward the back aisle and when I look around, I notice everyone has taken their seats.
“What do you mean, come on? I’ve done my part, I showed everyone to their seats.” He leans in closer to Jessie. “I even let Maddy’s mom squeeze my ass,” he tells him under his breath.
“You’re a groomsman, you have to walk the aisle,” Jessie informs him.
“What the f…” I dig my heel into his toe, gesturing my eyes at the priest. “No one said anything about walking no aisle,” he whisper-yells back.
“I thought you already knew that shit,” Nyx comes from behind me, cutting into the conversation.
“I don’t make a habit of going to weddings, this is my first one,” Brax admits.
“We haven’t got time for this,” Jessie interrupts, shaking his head. “It’s simple. We wait at the door for the bride. That’s Ella by the way.” The smirk Jessie directs at me and Nyx causes me to giggle. “I walk with Maddy and you walk with the kid.”
“Wait, how come I get the kid?” Brax looks genuinely horrified.
“Because you sure as hell ain’t walking the aisle with my old lady.” Jessie eyes open wide, and his look turns threatening.
“One, the kid doesn’t even walk, and two, what the hell am I supposed to do with him when I get to the top?” Brax asks Nyx.
“You carry him, obviously, and then just amuse him while the priest does his thing.”
“Amuse him, how? He’s a baby,” Brax keeps his voice low, the room has fallen into silence and I’m guessing it’s due to the priest taking his position and Maddy’s frantic arm movements at the other end of the aisle.
“Look how cute she gets when she’s panicking,” Jessie says to no one in particular as he watches her.
“Brax,” I take over the situation before the poor girl passes out. “I’ll sit here on the end. Carry Dylan up the aisle, pass him to me and I’ll take care of him through the service,” I say, hurrying them to Maddy who is clearly going out of her mind.
I take a seat near the front and when the music starts, I stand up and turn my head like the rest of the congregation. Maddy and Jessie come first. Both of them smiling proudly and looking like they belong on a runway. It’s hard not to imagine how beautiful their kids will be.
Then when they separate at the top. Brax comes through the door. His eyes darting side to side, and his mouth straight as he moves closer. He holds his nephew awkwardly in his arms, who laps up the attention with a huge grin on his sweet little face. He reaches out to go to his daddy after Brax makes it to the top of the aisle at record pace. Nyx takes his little boy’s hand and kisses it, before Brax takes his place beside me and immediately hands Dylan over.
“That was horrific,” he tells me sharply, making me snort with a giggle before my attention goes back to the entrance to watch Prez walk Ella toward Nyx.
The people here are an unlikely bunch to be gathered at a wedding, there’s plenty of other bikers who all wear leather vests, some are accompanied by who, I assume, are their old ladies. But there is one woman who stands out from them all. A classy dressed lady who sits alone, behind Nyx, and her eyes are full of tears as she watches Prez hand his daughter over to him.
She dabs her eyes with her handkerchief, and I notice the way Prez looks at her as he steps away to stand beside Jessie.
I bounce Dylan on my knee while the priest does his sermon. And despite Brax not giving him any incentive, he struggles with me to go to his uncle. In the end, Brax gives up, taking him from my arms and letting him sit on the edge of his knee to watch the rest of the service. I can’t help smile to myself when without realizing it, Brax instinctively drops a kiss on the top of his nephew’s head.
When the service is over, everyone heads out of the barn for official photographs. Squealer moans some more about his Tux, and I watch curiously as Ella tearfully wraps her arms around the woman I noticed sitting alone. Eventually, she takes her by the hand and pulls her over toward Brax and me.
“Mom, this is Brax, Nyx’s brother and Grace, she’s his…” Ella smiles awkwardly and Brax does nothing to help her out, he does however tip his head at the woman in the biker style greeting I've come to know.
“It’s lovely to meet you.” I hold out my hand and the woman takes it, smiling back.
“And this…” Ella takes Dylan out of Brax’s arms and turns him to face the woman she’s just introduced to us as her mom, “…is Dylan, your grandson.”
More tears build in the woman’s eyes as she stretches out her hand and touches his rosy little cheek.
