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Yeah, so pretty much half my life.
Obviously I don’t care about the wedding. I don’t care about the flowers or the music or what kind of cake we’re gonna eat. Or even my dress.
I’m marrying the fucking love of my life.
Who cares if my veil is slightly tilted or if there isn’t enough booze for the guests?
Who cares about a perfect wedding when you’remarryingyour perfect?
Although I wish everyone agreed with this logic.
Callie has been freaking out about it ever since I told her that there is going tobea wedding, and she’s not the only one. My other two best friends from high school, Bronwyn and Poe, have been freaking out about it too.
Well, Poe more than Wyn because Wyn somehow is the calmest of us all.
High school was almost three years ago and we live in different cities now, but there’s been a lot of coordination over the phone and FaceTime while they helped me plan the whole thing. Or rather, they planned it for me.
Now, I stare at Callie and explain, “It’s not the wedding. It’s not a freak-out. It’s just something that I have to do.”
“No, it’s not. That’s what I keep telling you.”
“She’s my sister,” I tell her.
Callie’s features ripple with anger. “Yes, unfortunately. But you don’t owe her anything.”
My heart squeezes. “She wants to see me.”
“She’s a bitch.”
I gasp and she gasps as well.
Then she looks down at her giant baby belly and pats her stomach. “Sorry. Mommy didn’t mean it.”
She looks like she’s about to pop, but she still has about three more weeks to go before she becomes a mommy for the second time. In less than like, three years by the way.
Apparently, abstinence is not something she and her husband, Reed Jackson, practice. That’s how they ended up with the first baby over two years ago when Callie was still a senior in high school.
I wish I could say that it was a joyous thing for them but it wasn’t.
It so fucking wasn’t.
It’s hard to believe now but back then, Callie hated Reed. Like, really, really hated him, and I’m not gonna go into detail about that because there’s too much history there. But she didn’t want anything to do with him and especially didn’t want to tell him about the pregnancy.
And well, Reed reacted like a crazy, possessive asshole to that. Just a fun little factoid—Arrow seems to think that Reed did nothing wrong.
His exact words when I asked him if he would’ve done the same thing: “Yeah. She’s his girl. She belongs with him, period.”
Yeah, okay, so the guy I’m marrying is crazy as well. And fine, a little bit sexy for saying that, but Reed and Callie were a big mess and for a long time, I was really scared for them.
But hey, it all worked out and now she’s having another baby.
Not that I blame her.
The fault lies completely on her husband’s shoulders. No one told him to be that gorgeous. Like, so insanely gorgeous that my friend here can’t help but throw her panties at him out of extreme horniness.
Callie’s words, not mine.
“What about the other one?” I ask, referring to her first baby.
