Page 590 of The Winslow Brothers

Wes is carrying his baby, Wes Jr., and Ty’s little baby, Emily.

Remy has his baby, Carmen, and his toddler, Izzy.

Flynn has both of his wild toddlers, Roman and Ryder.

And Lexi is pulling up the rear with my little man, Hawk, and a bag full of what I’m assuming is snacks, drinks, and whatever else is needed to keep the toddlers of the group busy.

It’s been decided by the women that the men will watch the kids before the wedding so they can help Rachel get ready and drink to their hearts’ content. So, here we are, on Ty’s wedding day, trying to juggle getting ready and watching four babies and three toddlers.

Whoever decided that we needed to bring Lex along for the ride was a fucking genius.

It’s a team effort to get the currently sleeping babies settled into two Pack ’n Plays that are already set up in the designated kids’area, but it’s not long before the babies are good to go and Lexi is busy keeping Flynn’s twins and Izzy entertained.

“Am I at a wedding or a day care?” Uncle Brad teases, and I just laugh. It’s unorthodox and chaotic, but it’s fucking fun too.

“I think it’s both, Uncle B.”

“Man, when you Winslow boys finally decide to settle down, you don’t waste any damn time, do ya?” he questions on a chuckle. “One day, we only had Lexi, and now, we’ve got more kids than I can count.”

He’s not wrong. It feels like overnight, my mother went from one grandkid to eight.

“That’s how it goes with Winslows,” Ty chimes in. “We go big, or we go home.”

“And trust me, these fucks never go home,” Remy adds on a funny note.

“Winslow Daddy Day Care,” Uncle Brad muses as he heads over to the food table to grab a sandwich. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

While all the kids remain calm, the men in the room divide and conquer their priorities, some focused on eating and drinking at the food table and some finishing getting ready.

The room is filled with all the important men of Ty’s life—Nathaniel, Rachel’s father, Howard, and Uncle Brad, and the groomsmen of the wedding party, which include Flynn, Remy, Wes, and me.

Even though Ty has told everyone that we’re all his best men, I know better. I’m the true best man of this wedding party. I mean, c’mon, like he’d choose Rem or Flynn. My only true competition was Howard, but there’s no way he’s managed to one-up me in the few short years he’s been with our mom. Plus, he needs to ride shotgun to his main squeeze Wendy Winslow during the ceremony.

“Damn, I’m good-looking,” Ty says, grinning at himself in the mirror as he adjusts his bow tie.

Obviously, I know he’s second place to how fucking handsome,downright stunning, I looked when Soph and I got married, but in the name of today being all about him and my soon-to-be sister-in-law Rachel, I don’t make him face the truth.

“Today is the big day, bro,” I tell him and clap a hand to his back, and when I see our reflections in the mirror, I sadly note that I’mstillthe better-looking Winslow brother. It’s out of my control, though. I can’t help it. I can only try to fade away into the background during the ceremony and reception, in the hope that I won’t take too much of the attention away from him.

“Thank fuck for that.” Ty smirks and adjusts the lapels of his tuxedo.

“You nervous?” I ask him, and he looks at me like I’ve grown two heads.

“Nervous to marry Rachel?Ha.Not a chance.”

“That’s good news,” Nathaniel Rose—aka Rachel’s father and one of Ty’s mentors—comments from the other side of the room where he stands with Uncle Brad and Howard. “Because if you mess this up, I’ll kill you.”

Ty laughs. “I think you’ve gotten grumpy in your old age, Nate. But I get it. And I promise you, I’ll spend the rest of my life kissing the ground Rachel walks on.”

Nate just grins. “That’s the spirit.”

When Howard, Uncle Brad, and Nathaniel walk over to help Ty pin his boutonniere on, and Wes, Remy, and Flynn are busy with their own boutonnieres, I head over to the other side of the room where my niece Lexi is currently keeping all the kids occupied.

The babies are still sleeping, and the toddlers are riveted by whatever their eldest cousin is doing.

So far, so good.

I steal an extra glance at my little man Hawk. He’s still sleeping on his back, resting beside his cousin Emily. And damn, I can’t deny, he’s a dapper little dude, dressed head-to-toe in a black baby tux, and his light-brown hair is styled in a tiny mohawk. He came to impress today. Hell, even his little Converse sneakers show he’s the coolest baby in this room.

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