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Hollywood
Today isthe day Rascal and Marley get married. With Tink being her maid of honor, I haven’t seen her since yesterday afternoon. Her, Marley, Minx, Sienna, and Cali stayed at Minx’s house last night for a night of pampering before all the craziness of today. As for us, we’ve been helping out around the clubhouse, getting everything in order for the ceremony and reception.
With all this wedding stuff going on, it has me thinking more and more about mine, Tink and Diesel’s future. I don’t think the three of us getting married is in the cards, but there’s got to be something we can do. I’ll have to remember to talk to them about it sometime.
Living with them has been the best. I never imagined I’d end up settling down, let alone settling down with a mananda woman. It works for us and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Once everything is ready for the wedding, I head to my room to shower and get ready. Rascal asked me to be his best man and lucky for us guys, we get to wear jeans, a button-up shirt, and our cuts. I’ll be wearing some pinkish color to match Tink. I have no idea what her dress looks like, only that my shirt will match it.
After my shower, I get dressed and am about to do something with my hair when there’s a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I shout.
Diesel walks in and freezes when his eyes land on me.
“You clean up nice.” He smirks.
“Thanks.” I give him a small smile.
“What’s wrong?”
“Today just got me thinkin’,” I tell him.
“What about?”
“The three of us. Our future.” It’s gotten a lot easier for me to open up and talk to Tink and Diesel about my emotions. They don’t make me feel wrong for anything I feel, even if I’m mad about something stupid. And I love them that much more for it.
“Getting married,” he asks.
I nod.
“We don’t need some piece of paper saying you’re my husband or that Tink is my wife. Everyone who’s anyone knows the three of us belong to each other and they understand. Fuck what anyone else thinks.”
“Don’t you think Tink will want a wedding someday?”
“Honestly, I’ve never heard her talk about it. If she does, then we’ll give her a wedding. Just without the paperwork. I’m sure she and I could even get our last names changed,” he suggests.
“To what? Mine? Fuck that. I’d rather her and I take your last name. You at least talk to your family still.” I hang my head.
“Hey, look at me,” he demands. I lift my eyes to his. “We’re your family. Me, Tink, and the rest of the club. Now let’s get out there withour familyand watch as two of our best friends get married.”
“Thanks for the pep talk.” I chuckle.
“Anytime, H.” He gives me a quick kiss and leaves the room. I walk into the bathroom and gel my hair back then head outside.
Twenty minutes later, a photographer has all the guys together taking pictures. It’s another twenty minutes before we’re done and lining up to get the ceremony started. When Tink walks out with the other women, my jaw hits the ground. The pinkish dress with her pink hair is stunning. The dress fits her like it was made for her, hugging her curves in all the right places and the leg slit makes it sexy without being too sexy.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear, leaving a kiss just below her ear.
“Hey, yourself handsome.” She winks at me. “You ready for this?”
“With you by my side, I’m ready for anything.”
We wait our turn to walk down the aisle. Being the maid of honor and best man, we are the last ones before the bride. I can’t hold back my smile as we walk together. I honestly had no interest in getting married, but something about Tink and Diesel makes it more intriguing. Piece of paper or not, I want to spend the rest of my life with both of them, and I want to do something big to show them and everyone else.
The entire ceremony, I focus only on Tink. I can’t take my eyes off her. I know she notices by the way her cheeks turn pink. I watch as a couple of tears fall from her eyes during Marley and Rascal’s vows. Once the ceremony is over, the whole wedding party takes pictures together. It’s another thirty minutes before we’re released to go eat and dance at the reception.
