The tickle’s getting stronger.
I don’t sneeze a lot. But when I do, I fucking sneeze the shit out of sneezing. And this is not the time or the place to sneeze.
Why thefuckdid I get a talker for a minister?
Shit.
Shit.
Gonna sneeze. Can’t hold it back. I’m trying.I’m trying.
Need to stifle it.
Need to—
“AAAAAAHHHHHH-CHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
—sneeze.
Uncle Owen startles so hard his chair wobbles and he almost goes down.
Someone behind me shrieks.
“Right now, son?” my dad whispers.
“Sick,” one of the triplets says. The admiration kind ofsick.
I look up.
The minister’s watching me again. Chandler’s staring at me withyou’re such a dumbassradiating out of him.
Really hope Emma lets me punch him one day.
My sister turns and looks at me, her face a conflicted mess of emotions.
Laney’s eyes are bugging out of her head.
But more—her lips are wobbling.
“Allergies,” I force out. I make ago ongesture.
Emma keeps staring at me.
Laney’s pinching her lips together now, her eyes dancing. Not just with amusement, but with kindness.Only you, Theo.Way to break the tension.
The minister sucks in a deep breath. “Continuing on then. Emma. Chandler. In front of your family and friends and the beauty of this majestic world, I invite you to exchange your vows.”
“Wait,” Emma says.
I suck in a breath and almost levitate out of my chair.
Dad puts a hand on my shoulder and shoves me back down. This one comes with a frown bigger than thereally, son?sneeze-frown.
Uncle Owen snickers. “Oooh, this is gonna get good,” he whispers to me.
“Babe, he’s fine,” Chandler says. “Let’s do this.”
She looks over her shoulder at me one more time, and my heart sinks.
