Page 11 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

“Not to change the subject, but Nathan mentioned earlier that he was thinking about buying a motorcycle.”

“Yeah, so did Conner,” Charlotte spoke.

“So did the rest of the guys,” Julia said. “We were just talking about it the other day.”

“Well, Shaun can forget it. He’s not the motorcycle type. He just wants one because his brothers and cousins are putting pressure on him.”

“Did he tell you that?” I asked Jenni.

“No. But I know that’s how he feels.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t tell Sam no, but I don’t like motorcycles, and he’s not getting one.”

“Motorcycles are fun. Christian and I ride his almost every day. I don't see the harm if the guys want to get one and form their own little motorcycle gang.”

“NO!” All the girls said at the same time except Grace.

“Grace? You didn’t say no.” I smiled.

“I don’t care if Simon wants to get one, but now that we have Nora, I think he should put it out of his head for a while.”

“Well, Conner is going to have his hands full when the baby comes, and he won’t have time to ride it. So, it’ll just be a waste of money.”

“Same,” Julia and Emilia both said.

“I’m having my knee surgery in a couple of weeks, and Nathan won’t have time either. He has to take care of me. Besides, I know he’ll want to take Ella on rides, and I won’t allow it. It’s unsafe.”

“My dad always took me on his motorcycle when I was a kid. I loved it.” I smiled. “Besides, the boys wouldn’t let anything happen. They’d be safe.”

“Like they are on those stupid snowmobiles they ride up at the cabin?” Julia’s brow raised.

“Okay. I can see all of my sisters are against it, so let’s get back to the wedding plans.”

It was getting late, so we said goodnight, and I headed down to the beach to see if Christian was ready to go home.

“Hey, babe.” He smiled as I sat on his lap. His arms wrapped around me.

“Are you ready to go home, or do you still want to stay out here?”

“I’m ready.” His lips brushed against mine.

“We still have to decorate the tree,” I said.

“Now?” His brows furrowed. “It’s late. We can do it tomorrow after surfing.”

“Fine. We’ll do it tomorrow. Come on, let’s go home. Goodnight, fam.” I grinned as I stood up and grabbed Christian’s hand.

“Night, Charleigh,” they all spoke.

“We’ll see you on the water in the morning, bro,” Conner said.

“I’ll be there,” Christian spoke as we walked hand in hand back to the house.

Opening the sliding door, I stepped inside and grabbed a bottle of water.

“I made a list of everything that needs to be done for the wedding.” I turned and looked at Christian.

“Give me half, and I’ll do what I can.”

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