Page 91 of Reign of Psychos

“Eww, no.”

Eden gritted her teeth. “Fuck, we’re late. Jasper is going to come looking for us if we don’t make an appearance.” She pulled her phone out and fired off a message. “Verity, take her arm and I’ll walk behind, like we practiced last night.”

Wow. They’d all done an amazing job of keeping this from me. I’d not noticed anything amiss. It proved how many brain cellsthis pregnancy had destroyed. My IQ was probably lower than a slug at this point.

Someone, presumably the wedding planner and his team, had transformed our garden into a wedding-themed paradise. Garlands of flowers festooned the terrace. Friends and family all stood as we walked down a petal-strewn pathway over the lawn.

I tried not to catch anyone’s eye in case I burst into tears. As much as I liked to blame pregnancy for my chaotic emotions, it wasn’t entirely true. Since meeting the guys, my walls had come down, freeing the emotions I’d locked away for most of my life.

These days, I cried at the stupidest things: a cat refusing to let me pet it. A pretty butterfly landing on a nearby flower. A sad moment in Selling Sunset, my latest reality TV obsession.

Landon often cried with me. He was very much in touch with his emotions. The rest of them remained stoical, keen to maintain their manly visages.

I swore I could see a tear in Kyril’s eye when I approached the raised dais where all five of my guys stood. Kyril wore his customary black shirt with tailored pants. Cassian had chosen a blue suit - Tom Ford, I suspected. Dario looked delicious in a white shirt and charcoal gray pants. Milo had picked a pale blue shirt and cream chinos, while Landon wore…

Fuck. My blood heated as he smirked at me.

A kilt.

A motherfucking kilt.

Hot damn. I fully got why Jasper the wedding planner had the hots for my man. He rocked a kilt, and I planned to explore whether he had gone commando the moment the ceremony ended.

The wedding celebrant, a woman with salt and pepper hair and a kind smile indicated where I needed to stand.

“You look beautiful,Malyshka,” Kyril murmured as the others all agreed. I blushed and dipped my head, conscious that all eyes were on us.

Verity smiled at me, her eyes full of love. “You rock, Sis,” she said before stepping back and joining Eden, Ronan, Conal, and Declan on the front row to the left of the dais.

"We gather here not because it is tradition, but because six hearts have chosen to write their own story. Thea, Cassian, Dario, Kyril, Landon, and Milo are here today to make promises to each other, to declare their truth, their version of love, in their own authentic way.”

A few people sighed, and at least one person, likely Eden, sobbed loudly.

“This celebration breaks traditional societal expectations. This union between these six people grew from adversity and the simple choice to be together, no matter what life threw at them.”

I wondered who penned these vows because adversity was bang on the money. I hadn’t expected to survive January, let alone be here, on a lawn overlooking the ocean, marrying the men of my dreams.

“Today isn't about 'til death do us part.' It's about choosing each other, again and again, in a world where choices are infinite. It's about six people who looked at the vast universe of possibilities and said to each other, 'You. You're my one and only.'"

Tears slid down my cheeks, and I thanked Eden for insisting I wore waterproof mascara. The internet had already seen my ‘O’ face. It didn’t need to see me with panda eyes as well.

By the time the ceremony ended, I was legally married to Kyril and near as dammit married to the other four, even if those ties were not legal in the eyes of the law. It was the best way of declaring to the world we were in a committed relationship.

“May your love continue to rebel against convention, may your partnerships defy expectations, and may your journey forward be as unique as the six of you. Now, let's celebrate!”

Everyone rose as one and whooped loudly. There was not a dry eye in the house. Even Jasper, a man who’d probably witnessed hundreds of weddings, sobbed like a baby. Although he continued to stare at Landon’s kilt with a wistful gleam in his eye.

It was only when I sent a murderous look his way that he scurried off.

Once we’d accepted everyone’s good wishes, I sat down on a chair under a flower arbor. Carrying a baby around was hard work. After the baby was born, I planned on abdicating all child-rearing responsibilities. I’d go back to the gym, choose a career that didn’t involve violence, and maybe take up a relaxing hobby like crochet.

“My wife looks tired,” Kyril said when he caught up with me.

“That’s because my asshole husband knocked me up.”

He lifted me like I weighed no more than a feather and placed me on his lap.

“Maybe my wife should have a nap before the evening party starts.” He nibbled the soft skin below my ear and I shivered, even though it was already 70 degrees.

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