Page 56 of Endless Harmonies

Rina trails off as she inspects the dress, twitching the bottom into place, and then has me step down to walk so she can watch me.

“Were your breasts the same size before as they are now? I know that’s an odd question, but you look as if you have a little room?” Rina looks perplexed and it’s adorable. Her shrewd brown eyes try to figure out what’s happening with my chest as she stands there in her flowy blue dress.

“I just recently had twins, so I had a lot of milk in my breasts, which increased the size,” I explain. “I have the baby with me today, so they’re a little more normal sized, though they still feel enormous.”

Jordan doesn’t say a word, kissing Saira’s head as he bites his tongue.

“They’re fine,” Layla tells me. “Is there any way to make an adjustment so that I can loosen it or tighten it based on what her milk jugs decide to do during the wedding?”

“Layla,” Jordan snickers, covering his mouth.

“I mean, they feel like milk jugs,” I giggle. “Ugh, if we talk about it, they’ll hear us and decide it’s time to feed babies.”

“You’re insane, Lenny. Who will hear us? The baby is sleeping,” Layla says, holding her side as she laughs.

“My boobs,” I hiss, cackling when my uncle chokes back a laugh.

Rina looks around and shakes her head at us, but a smile is clearly on her face.

“I can add something to the top so it doesn’t gap and you can tighten it or loosen as needed,” she muses, pinching the bodice just a bit from the back. “Yes… I need the dress for another hour or so, and then you can have it back. Strip!”

“I need help getting out,” I explain, turning to give her my back.

Deft fingers unbutton me in a no-nonsense manner before pushing me toward the changing stall.

“Go to lunch or something after you’re done changing, and then come back,” she says. I hear her walk out of the room and I have to applaud her idea, as well as her professionalism.

I am not safe for people on my best day, much less a lactating one. Smirking, I finish dressing. The wedding dress is with a smart seamstress in the back, and I have my marching orders.

“She told us,” Uncle Jordan chuckles as we walk to find a lunch spot. It’s beautiful on the island, and we luck out when we discover a restaurant on the water. Saira is still asleep, and my boobs are holding strong. Sweet!

“I’m starving,” Layla murmurs as she looks at the menu once we’re seated. The gentle breeze is refreshing, and I know it’s probably going to be one of the last times that I can sit outside for lunch before it gets too cold. “Sooo… do I get a plus one for your wedding, or can I steal one of your husbands to dance with?”

My cheeks hurt from laughing, but I can’t help it. “You have as many as you’d like, I expect. Jordan is the boss for this, aren’t you, Uncle?”

“Hmm? Oh, I think it’ll be easy to arrange, Layla. Who would you like to bring?” he asks.

“Well, I kind of wanted to invite Tyler. It’s super short notice so I don’t even know if he’d want to,” Layla rushes out. That boy is smitten, even I can see that.

He pays very close attention when Layla speaks from what she’s told me, and actually cares about their discussions. Tyler makes my baby sister feel seen, and I’m here for that. The second he hurts her, all bets are off, but for the moment I’m Team Tyler.

“I’m totally fine with him being invited to the wedding,” I tell her. “Ask him if he can come.”

Layla’s eyes cut to our uncle who is swaying in his seat almost unintentionally. Best great-uncle ever. “I’ll add him to the list, Layla,” my uncle says. “I’ve heard of this young man, but haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him. I’ve also screened him through my database and he doesn’t have so much as a parking ticket. Tyler also looks as if he’s very smart.”

“He is,” Layla sighs happily as her fingers fly across the screen. “Now to see… Yes!” she hisses. “He’s in. Thank God I’m going to look cute in my dress.”

Layla is my maid of honor, and I told her to wear whatever she wanted. The girl could wear black and I wouldn’t have batted an eye. I bet she’d make it a fashion statement too.

“Look out, St. Augustine, here we come,” I grin. My curly blue and purple hair flutters in the breeze, and I’m glad that I decided to keep my hair this color.

It fits who I am now. I’m Turner’s Lavender and always will be, but there’s an edge to me after Xav’s sick experiments. I’ve been trying to meld the two together.

While Orion was yelled at after by the typically calm Dr. Bradley, I’m glad that he threw caution to the wind. I needed to know if I could stop myself from hurting someone when triggered, and O was the only one with the balls to do it.

He’s lucky he was right. Now, I just need to focus on the future. In two days I’ll be married to them all. I can hardly believe it.

Roark

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