“Can you believe it? I’m getting married.” I squeal.
“Did you sleep?” Isla asks.
“Barely. I’m just too excited.”
“You look good for someone who hasn’t closed their eyes,” Stacey says, wobbling past me to grab some food. She is ready to pop in a month, and I can’t believe she made the trek out here for me. Everyone is on standby in case the baby comes early. The Dirty Texas jet is fueled and ready to go, and a doctor is on hand at the event just in case.
“You need to eat, D,” Sienna tells me, dragging me over to where the food is, my brothers already devouring it.
“Morning, team,” Camryn says, strolling in looking very determined. Her eyes land on me, and she rushes over, pulling me into a hug. “Derrick, it’s your day. I’m so excited. And don’t worry, I have everything under control.”
“Of course you do. You’re the fucking best.”
“I am.” She smirks before she launches into her run sheet of what is happening today. Thankfully, it’s not going to take me long to get ready, so all the girls have to leave, heading back to their cabins to get their hair and makeup done before returning here to get ready.
Toby appears, rushing through the door, clutching a garment bag like it contains state secrets.
“The suits are steamed. The hats are accounted for. Do not ask why they were not accounted for ...”
“I wasn’t going to.” I’m in my Zen era this morning.
“Good,” he says, then bursts into tears. “I’m just so happy for you.”
“No,” I interrupt. “Not yet. Save it for after the ceremony.” I feel my own eyes shimmer with emotion.
He wipes his face. “Okay, but you look beautiful already, and you’re not even dressed.”
“Get this man a mimosa, he needs to calm down,” I call out to my brothers who laugh and usher Toby over to the bar where they sit him down, hand him a glass, and then make him stuff his face with pastries.
A little while later, the Dirty Texas boys come strolling in, all pressed and dressed looking hot in their get-ups. The theme for the wedding is black tie cowboy,no jeans.I shut that suggestion down real quick when Charlie suggested it.You can take the fashionista out of the city, but you can’t take the fashionista out of the boy.I wanted elevated country as it is the weekend after Thanksgiving, which we hosted here on Thursday with all our families getting together for the first time. We all had the best time ever, it made the holiday feel so special, and we were so much more thankful. So, we kept with the theme for our wedding and used all those gorgeous fall colors throughout our wedding. I chose this gorgeous white tuxedo jacket and black velvet pants, a white tuxedo shirt underneath with a black tuxedo tie. I have no idea what Charlie is wearing, but I did send Toby shopping with him so I know it will be Derrick Jones approved.
The Dirty Texas boys are all wearing fall-colored tweed three-piece suits in mixtures of greens, copper, and bronze with cowboy boots. While I asked my brothers if they wouldn’t mindwearing their kilts with the Sinclair tartan, which they were so excited to do.
“Think this calls for shots of whiskey, don’t you?” Christian asks.
“Hell yeah, we can pop the Sinclair whiskey we brought over,” Callum adds, which the boys all agree excitedly.
“Not too many,” I warn them.
“Never.” Evan winks, and they start pouring out shots for everyone.
Thankfully, before they get too wild, the girls start coming back in from hair and makeup to get changed into their dresses, thanks to my wonderful designer friend, Yvette Sanchez. They are all in various color spectrums of copper, greens, champagne, and burnt orange, and each dress matches the color combination of their husbands. Tears well in my eyes as I see my girls, one by one, come out dressed.
“You all look so beautiful.”
“D, no crying,” Sienna tells me.
“I can’t help it.” I sniffle.
“Wait until you see the kids,” Vanessa chuckles, “you’re going to lose it then.” And she isn’t wrong, as the grandparents escort all the Dirty Texas kids out of the rooms they were getting dressed in, I gasp. They all look so beautiful. The boys are in mini versions of their dad’s suits with little cowboy boots, and the little girls are in floral and lace fall-colored dresses with flowers in their hair. The older girls, Stacey’s nieces, are dressed like the other bridesmaids. I lose it. I can’t help it. I can’t contain myself any longer and let it all out. Everyone hugs me, but I’m so overwhelmed.
“It’s your turn now to get dressed, D,” Camryn tells me. I nod and sniffle my way to the bedroom with Sienna and Vanessa on my heels. They help me get dressed and clean myself up.
“I’m so happy for you, D, getting your happily ever after,” Sienna says, putting the boutonniere on my suit.
“He means getting your Dirty ever after.” Vanessa chuckles.
“You’re not wrong there.” I smirk.
