Page 10 of Zac

I am so confused.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Aurora looks at me, Luna rolls her eyes, and Oliver chuckles.

“Luna and I got married,” he declares, tossing his arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer. Nothing but pride is in his eyes as he looks over at her and she offers him a smile in return.

“Excuse me what?” It had only been two days, okay two and a half since I had seen them. “How, when, wait, what?”

“They went to Vegas,” Bree says, swaying from side to side to keep Piper happy. She is wiggling around getting antsy. Without a second thought I go over and snatch her, holding her up in the air, pretending she is flying and I move her around the room. She kicks her legs, giggling, forgetting all about the irritated adults in the room.

“We wanted to be there,” Aurora demands.

“We wanted to share the moment between the two of us,” Oliver says with no regret.

“And Elvis.” Daxton chuckles.

“There was no Elvis.” Luna laughs, waving him off. “We met this older couple, who’ve been married for fifty years. They were having dinner, and I overheard him telling her that she was his best friend and that his life is full because of her. It was beautiful, and I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping but I couldn’t help it. I was in awe of them.”

“They ended up noticing us, and the next thing I know the four us are having dessert together,” Oliver explains.

“They own the cutest little chapel?—”

“And they are who married you?” Bree suddenly is very invested in the story. Her hands held together in front of her, her eyes lit up with interest.

“Yes,” Luna says. “It was only the four of us, it was perfect.”

“But we wanted to do the whole bachelor, bachelorette parties. The planning and dress shopping.”

“I didn’t need the dress and all the flowers.” Luna shrugs. “All I needed was him and me.”

The look on her face, one of pure contentment and adoration for Oliver, says it all. How could any of us be upset with them for following their hearts?

“So we throw a party now,” I suggest. “A reception to celebrate our friends.” They all look at me like I’m a little crazy. “We find a venue here local, nothing too flashy. Hell even my place. We have ourselves a little party. Just no travels to any out of town place, because last time we tried that, we all ended up in the ER, barely holding ourselves together.”

Daxton and Jace both give me a stern look. That day was hell, as were the several that followed. Aurora and Bree were on their way back from visiting the venue where Daxton and Breanna’s wedding would be held. They were in a car accident and Dax was on the phone with Bree when it took place. He was left with only the sounds of the crash, the screams from the girls, and nothing more. Thankfully they were both okay after several weeks of recovery and a lot of worry on the parts of all of us.

Aurora and Bree share a look then turn to Luna. “We promise there will be no flowers,” Bree declares. “But there will be Jell-O shots and lots of dancing.” I may have just created two monsters but to be honest I didn’t care. Spending time with my family was the favorite part of my days. Yes, out of all of us, I’m the sappiest.

* * *

Standing outside of Presley’s door, I juggle the bags in my hands and lift my elbow to press the buzzer. Aurora gave me some tips on what her cousin’s favorites are. Apparently she is craving anything cheesy, and peanut butter. A little weird but I wasn’t about to question it.

I’ve been sent in with strict instructions on not to upset Presley. Apparently her emotions are running wild and it doesn’t take much to set her off.

I can hear the sounds of Grayson running around inside, squealing, and Presley telling him to calm down. Then the sounds of a chain sliding on the opposite side, followed by the flip of a deadbolt. Then the door opens and she is looking up at me. She looks tired, her hair pulled up and piled onto her head. She has dark circles under her eyes, I assume from the makeup she wore today. She’s wearing a tight pair of leggings, a cropped T-shirt, and big fuzzy socks on her feet.

“I look like a stranded hooker after a long night, I know.” She huffs and turns around walking away leaving the door open for me. I’m so taken back by her description of herself that I’m frozen with a smile on my face.

That is the Presley I remember prior to her deciding she’d somehow made a mess of things and was too afraid to talk to me about it. She is a sassy, full of attitude woman that never had a problem saying what was on her mind.

Seems she’s starting to resurface.

As I step inside, my legs are tackled by Grayson as he appears out of nowhere. Like a tiny football player, he holds onto my legs tightly and growls.

“Grayson!” Presley starts to scold him, but I offer her a smile and lower the bags to the small kitchen table. Reaching down, I grab hold of him and lift, holding him high above my head. He giggles, trying to reach out for me, wiggling like a little worm.

I notice his pile of trucks in the middle of the living room floor. “You like trucks?”

“Yes!” he screams.

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