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“Dorian better hope we do. It’s one thing to do this tous,but to do this to Ramses and Brielle? For them to miss their daughter’s wedding?” Royal said, and I understood.
“We’re actually kind of excited,” Ramses said, chipper as he entered the conversation. He and Brielle had just arrived; Knight and Greer, Thatcher and Bow’s parents, were right behind them.
The men of the group wore suits while the women were in lovely gowns of various colors and lengths. We all definitely looked like we were attending a wedding. In an airport whereeveryone was wearing sweats and neck pillows, we were the outliers.
Ramses touched Royal’s chest. He was a tall man who resembled Aladdin from the movie. The only difference was that he had shorter hair, and Brielle definitely looked like Princess Jasmine. Ramses grinned. “Come on, Prinze. Our kids are getting married. It’s a happy time.”
Honestly, I wasn’t surprised to see this reaction from Ramses. He was always more glass half full, like me.
Really, everyone else looked mad for him, but even Brielle didn’t appear angry.
“Is it weird that I am excited?” Brielle asked me later, on the plane. We were seated across each other in first class. The husbands had made sure all the wives were comfortable, so basically the entire first-class section was all us parents.
I bit my lip, fighting a smile. I nodded. I was only really upset for her and the Prinzes’ benefit. I obviously wasn’t thrilled my son lied, but Dorian and Sloane were like my own kids. I was happy to see them happy and tying the knot.
I took Brielle’s hand across the aisle. “I’m excited too, knowing you are.”
“I think we all are,” December said from in front of us. She spoke between the seats and had to whisper because Royal was sleeping. Funnily enough, all the men were knocked out beside us. I think they’d exhausted themselves in anger. December snickered. “I can’t believe my son is getting married.”
It really was crazy. All our kids were no longer kids. They’d always be our babies, but they were growing up.
Brielle reached over and took December’s hands. “We’re going to be in-laws.”
This made December smile. They both looked really happy, which made me happy.
“I can imagine it’ll be my kid next,” Greer said from the aisle seat across from December. Greer grinned. “Thatcher is head over heels for Aspen. Or maybe Bow, Wells, and Bru will surprise us.”
It was weird to think Greer, Brielle, and I could be family one day. I wasn’t sure about the logistics of all that, but our kids did have a way of surprising us.
I think all us moms loved surprises. We loved our children, and the four of us held hands before we lay back and closed our eyes. When we woke up, we’d be in Vegas, and I knew we all had a lot of people to report back to. Our kids had so much family. They had so much love; my son’s god-dad, LJ, and his wife, Billie, would be joining us in Vegas as well. The couple had headed out of the country after the kids’ graduation for business, but they were hightailing it back after we told them the situation. The first of our children were getting married.
And so the next adventure began.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN
Wells
My friends were getting married tonight.
I thought about that as I straightened my cuffs, then took a breath. It was my turn.
I headed down the aisle of a little white chapel off the Las Vegas strip. The shotgun wedding was Dorian’s idea. He and Sloane had only been engaged for like a second, but, according to him, he’d waited long enough to have her as his wife. He’d been in love with his girl since high school and only waited this long out of formality.
He wanted Sloane to have more time with her family. There was a history there, where she’d been separated from them for a while.
Dorian beamed from the front of the aisle. Well, “beaming”for Dorian Prinze was a strong smirk. Dude smiled, but not a ton, and he was giving the grin from up front. He rocked black on black but the rest of his groomsmen, Thatcher, Ares, Bru, and I, all wore differently styled suits. Dorian wanted us to be comfortable up there with him.
Dorian had no best man tonight. We were all his best men, and I was last to head up the aisle to join the groom. Bru waited for me behind Dorian, Ares, and Thatcher, and the moment Bru and I locked eyes, a heat rushed to my dick. His suit was ridiculously snug and hit his broad shoulders and brawny frame just right. He had his hair swept back, and he had the classic look of a nineties Val Kilmer on the red carpet.
Yeah, I was taking that ass tonight.
He appraised me too, an appreciation ringing his brown eyes as I made my way toward him. I smirked, but it slipped when we broke eye contact for a second during my strides. There were other people in the audience.
Our parents looked pissed.
I was aware the cat was let out of the bag about this event the moment my phone started blowing up after my flight to Vegas landed. Literally, my phone (and my friends’) started chiming off. Our parents, all our parents, including my god-dad, LJ, and his wife, Billie, were aware of this wedding. But not only that, they were coming to Vegas to see it.
