Page 24 of Brides and Brothers
“At least your aunt is destined to like me. It’s hard to believe I’ve met her before. And you still need to meet the rest of my brothers. My uncle and aunt, one set of cousins, and my grandma can make it. I told them they can stay at the house, but you haven’t even had a chance to really see it.”
“It’ll jinx everything,” Camille said, even though it didn’t make sense. The idea of her sharing everything he owned seemed selfish somehow. Hopefully after they were married it would feel natural instead.
“But you want to meet my family before we get married, right?”
“Uh...” Dread tightened her chest. The house was a small issue compared to his family. Now that they’d moved up the wedding, the idea of meeting his brothers had turned into full-fledged fear. Even though a big family held a certain appeal, marrying into one was a lot of pressure. Besides, they were a bunch of single guys, and what was she supposed to say to them? Meeting sisters sounded far easier. Why didn’t he have any of those? “I’ll meet them after I take care of everything else. Amy is going to help me put together flowers, Daisha is going to help whip up a cake, and I’ll look for a dress tomorrow. I have a lifetime to get to know your family. I promise you’ll thank me later.”
Aiden crossed the room and sat down beside her. He kissed her softly on the forehead, making her feel like the most adored person alive. “Those things are formalities. Your dress could look like a mushroom, and I would still think you’re beautiful.”
She tucked her head under his chin. It was quickly becoming her favorite place to be. “You’ve seen me once without my makeup, and that was the day you proposed to me. Either you need to get your eyes checked, or you have poor judgment.”
“Neither,” Aiden said. “I’m still trying to figure out how to deserve you.” He lifted her chin and kissed her, making her insides melt with happiness. When he released her, he lifted his hand and let his thumb trail down her cheek.
Camille swooned. “You’d better get out of here before I change my mind about a dress and decide to look like a mushroom for my wedding after all.”
Aiden stood to leave but turned to her once more. “Are you sure you’re okay about waiting until Thanksgiving for our honeymoon? The house is going to be—”
Camille cut him off. “I think it would be best for my students. And I’m sure it will be easier for your work too.”
“I’m my own boss, remember? I plan on spending plenty of time watching you in the kitchen while you bake, or pretending your computer needs fixing again.”
Camille grinned as she waved goodbye. Why had everyone tried to talk her out of this? What could possibly go wrong?
