Page 82 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

“Let me guess. It was more mess than you could handle.” I smirked.

“You have no idea.” Shaun shook his head.

“Go grab your stuff and come on down here.” I patted his back.

Suddenly, Sebastian stepped out and shouted from his patio.

“Get your asses over here. I made a big breakfast for us.”

“Perfect timing.” Jackson grinned.

After we ate, we all hung out at my house until it was time to get ready. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I sent Charleigh a text.

“I love you and can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you more, my soon-to-be husband.”

“Grayson and I were just talking about how nice it is actually to be here for the wedding,” Gabriel said.

“What do you mean?” Shaun asked.

“That we live here and don’t have to fly in and have to fly back to Boston.” Grayson smiled.

“And the best part is you can get totally wasted and only have to walk a few steps home,” I said.

“I’m going to head home to get ready.” Conner patted my back. “I miss my angel.”

“Charlotte or Isabella?” Stefan asked with a smirk.

“If I answer incorrectly, one of you douchebags will tell Charlotte. So, I’m taking the fifth.”

We all laughed.

“Isabella is in good hands with June, bro,” Nathan said.

“I know, but I want some snuggly time before I put my tuxedo on. I’ll see you soon.” He walked out the sliding door.

“We all better go and get ready,” Sam said. “Shaun, are you getting ready here?”

“You bet. I dare you to go down to my house.” A smirk crossed his lips.

“I’m good, bro. I don’t need that kind of stress.” He chuckled.

After Shaun and I got ready, and I put on my tux, I stepped out the sliding door and smiled at the beach that had been turned into a wedding venue. I stared at the white runner that would lead my beautiful bride to me. Rows of white chairs lined the beach, all elegantly decorated with satin bows and peonies. Two white pedestals with large white vases filled with flowers graced the entrance, along with an archway made up of peonies.

My brothers and cousins walked over, all looking dapper in their tuxedos. As we stood in the living room, making sure I had Charleigh’s ring, the front door opened, and Aunt Barb walked in. She stood there for a moment and stared at us.

“Look at all my handsome boys.” She smiled. “Christian, the beach looks beautiful.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Stefan said.

“Yeah, thanks.” Sam smiled.

“I’m happy to say this won’t be the last Kind wedding.” She smiled as she straightened my bowtie.

“If you’re referring to Grayson and Gabriel, you can forget it, Mom,” Sebastian said. “They have no interest in a relationship, let alone marriage.”

“Thanks, cousin.” Grayson grinned.

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