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My eyes turn toward Marcello… and I lick my lips. Ooh la la, he looks even better than Lazaro. What. A. Dream. And he brought champagne?
That’s what I love most about my three Daddies—they’re gentlemen. They’d never let me languish alone at a wedding without a drink. No, they take care of my needs, not only in the bedroom or the playroom, but in real life, too.
They’re the types to push in my chair at a fancy restaurant and praise me in front of their friends. Never hide me, never grow ashamed of me.
I accept the champagne flute. "Wonderful."
After Santino joins us, we head to our reserved seats.
I take Santino and Marcello’s hands in mine as I lean back, letting the warm Italian sunshine, cool breeze, and music playing from the live orchestra lull my senses.
It’s amazing how fast you can throw a wedding together when you’re rich—the Lucianos paid their vendors triple their asking rate to prioritize them.
In life, I’ve learned that you either "fly by the seat of your pants" or plan things. The former is more expensive, but more freeing. The second requires you to stick to a pre-planned schedule, but cheaper. When you’re rich, all concerns about costs go out the window and you can do whatever you want.What a joy.
The wedding starts sooner than I expected. Nonna and Nonno walk Enzo and Cyan down the aisle—standing in for their absent parents. Each boy has a stuffy pinned to their tuxedo, which is what I expected.
Romeo and Isabella walk Amedeo and Tommaso down the aisle next. The two brothers look at each other—then head toward their boys.
"Today," the officiating priest says, whose tie boasts googly eyed dinosaurs, "we gather here to celebrate the union of these two couples. Amedeo and Cyan—and Tommaso and Enzo. These two have been through kidnappings, struggles, pain, and so much more. Today, they join forces and become not only Daddy and boy, but husbands."
Amedeo sniffles as he takes Cyan’s hand. "I love being your Daddy, boy. Love changing your diapers, cuddling you at night, tucking you into bed, and reading you bedtime stories. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again."
Tommaso stares into Enzo’s eyes. "You’ve helped my family more than you ever could know. Without you, we never would’ve cracked the bedbug virus mystery—or found out that Riccardis could hear our conversations. You’re an invaluable part of our family. And I adore you as your Daddy and your husband."
Amedeo crushes his lips to Cyan. "Kiss me, beautiful boy."
Tommaso does the same to Enzo. "Give Daddy a taste of those pretty lips."
The priest clears his throat. "I didn’t say you could kiss your spouses yet, but whatever."
Everyone bursts into applause as the two Lucianos make it official with their partners. People throw their drinks into the air, wolf whistle, and cat call from the audience.
Tommaso and Amedeo lead their boys to a giant bouncy house that’s set up across from the ceremony. "Let’s have the first bounce of our marriage."
Cyan squeals as he runs toward the bouncy house. "Nowthisis a wedding."
Enzo nods in agreement. "I don't know why we bothered with the whole 'ceremony' thing. We should’ve gotten married in the bouncy house."
The boys leap up and down, shaking and jiggling. At this moment, their plus-sized bodies don't matter, they feel as light as air no doubt.
Lazaro squeezes the back of my neck. "You look like you want to bounce."
My cheeks flush pink. "Later."
Just then, Medici rises to his feet holding Mattie’s hand. "As long as everyone’s here, we might as well tie the knot, too."
Mattie stares lovingly at Medici. "Does this mean I can bounce with my friends after?"
"Yes, beautiful boy."
The priest welcomes them under the gazebo where he married the previous two Lucianos. "This is certainly an eventful day."
Isabella whistles loudly—that thing where you whistle with your fingers and break everyone’s eardrums. I’ve always wanted to learn how to do it, but my mouth doesn’t cooperate. It must be a skill you’re born with.
"More marriage," Isabella shouts, waving a drink in the air.
Her partner from the country club (this is the rumor I heard), who’s sitting by her side, grips her thigh. "Calm down, dear."
