“We have the hip flasks for when we get there. Seph was meant to make sure they were full.” It was possibly one of the most important tasks. “I’m driving that Lambo and I’m not touching a drop before.”
“Good move. I’ve got the Porsche. I think we’re all ready. You want a moment?” He clutched the keys to the car tight in his hand.
We were in my parent’s suite, using that and Jackson and Van’s room to get ready. Most of us had showered at the sports facility, just Callum and I waiting till we got back.
“I’m good. Where is Callum?” He’d got ready at home, checking on the numerous animals he and Wren had collected.
“Downstairs, looking a lot more nervous than you. He’s going to be shocking in a few days when it’s his turn.” Jackson laughed, looking like he was enjoying every moment of our brother’s discomfort.
I shook my head. “Can’t believe he’s getting married. I used to change his nappies.”
“Feel free to mention that in your speech.”
I raised my brow. “I thought Seph was best man? And he wasn’t having ushers?”
Jackson shrugged. “He mentioned something about speeches, but Van was telling me about Teddy and his – you don’t want to know – digestive system at the same time, and, yeah, in a few months you’ll understand.”
I could only nod and not ask any more. I’d changed a few of my nephew’s nappies and my limit of need to know was there.
“I’ll find out more tomorrow.”
“Or the day after.” My brother held something out to me. “Today’s not about Callum.”
“What’s this?” I accepted the object, half wondering it was a trick of some sort, if something would trap my finger.
“A gift.”
I opened my hand and saw a leather bracelet with a silver clasp. Simple, not showy.
Jackson held up his wrist and showed an identical one. “The girls have all got matching ankle bracelet things, so I thought we’d out-girl them.”
I laughed loudly, felt some of the tension ease. “Who’s got them?”
“All of us. Come on. You don’t want Vic to get there before you.”
I left the room to follow Jackson downstairs, but had to backtrack, forgetting my wallet. It wasn’t in my parents’ suite, so I decided to brave it and head to our room, hoping to god I didn’t see any of the women.
It was quiet, voices coming from the entrance which was where they were meant to be gathering for champagne before they were whisked off in a limo to the church. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.
The room wasn’t empty. The door opened and I looked into the mirror opposite and saw the reflection of my soon to be wife.
“Max!” She turned to me. “You’re not meant to see!”
She looked like all my dreams and fantasies rolled into one, but rather than trying to see the dress I kept my eyes on hers.
“I thought you’d be downstairs.”
“I needed a minute.” She froze, staring at me. “You look hot.”
I tipped my head back and laughed, heading towards her. “Fucking good job because you’ll be marrying it in less than an hour.”
Her arms went around my neck and she gently pressed her lips to mine. “I’m so glad to be marryingit, Maxwell Callaghan. That’s the only kiss you’re getting – I daren’t mess this make-up; Jacob will kill me.”
My hands were on her waist and all I could think about was lifting that dress and finding exactly what was underneath. “I could kiss you somewhere else.”
“Max, I’m meant to be all virginal and pure right now.”
“Vic, you’re pregnant with my baby. Only a time machine’s going to get you anywhere near virginal right now.” My words ended with a growl. I’d noticed her tits in that dress. It dipped low, her skin between them exposed and they looked fucking phenomenal.
