Page 693 of Rock Me All Night
"Then I will."
I can't argue. It's reasonable. Even if it's fucking weird that I need my younger brother taking care of me.
I…
Fuck, toast is probably all I can handle. My stomach is in knots. These are good nerves. About to play the Grammy's nerves.
But it's still a fucking lot.
Of course, Pete wouldn't know shit about that. He was cool as a cucumber before we played to god knows how many million people watching the show at home.
My brother plops on the couch next to me. He motions to the remote. "You want to watch something?"
"I guess."
He chuckles. "Never seen you this nervous."
"I've never gotten married before."
"It suits you."
Fuck. I need to think about something else. I turn to my brother. "You're fucking cruel, the way you torture your girlfriend with everybody else around."
His smile spreads to his cheeks. "Jess likes it."
I shake my head even though it's true. She obviously likes it. "Nobody else likes it."
He shrugs. "Don't really care if anybody but Jess likes it. I'm not about to deny her to spare your ears."
"You're a fucking pervert."
He presses his hand to his heart. "Thanks. That means the world to me."
This is more normal.
We slip into teasing each other until the food arrives.
I manage to eat my entire fucking sandwich. And the toast.
My nerves settle until he's pouring sparkling cider into champagne flutes and holding up his glass.
"To happily ever after," he says.
"To happily ever after." I toast.
And I slam my glass of sparkling cider.
And I get as light and floaty as I would if I'd downed a whole bottle of champagne.
