Dad held up his hands. “Relax, son. I was going to say we can’t have that kid coming out without his parents being properly wed.”
“Good. Let’s keep it that way,” Parker grunted.
“I’ll need six weeks,” Adam spoke up.
“Nah, six weeks is too long,” Dad answered.
“How about you?—”
But I never got the chance to answer because I was interrupted yet again.
“You can’t find anyone in six weeks,” Todd snorted. “When was the last time you took a woman out and made it last more than a week?”
“Hey, I’ll have you know that I have my eye on a very special lady.”
“And then you’ll bring her to a wedding and break up with her the next day,” Matt chuckled.
“We’re not waiting six weeks,” Parker said in frustration.
“Right, this is our wedding, and we’ll get married when we want,” I chimed in.
“Right, next weekend.”
I rolled my eyes at Parker as he plopped his arm around my shoulders. “Not next weekend.”
“Why wait? Your dad is right. Besides, they’re already here. Why make them go home?”
By that logic, why would we wait even a day? “They have to go home at some point anyway.”
“Yeah, but they’ll go home, then have to come back. It’s so much driving around.”
“Then they can fly,” I said angrily.
Todd raised his hand sheepishly. “Actually, I really don’t like to fly. Makes me queasy.”
“That’s because you shouldn’t drink before you get on the flight,” Doug snorted.
“It’s not drinking that makes me queasy. It’s the idea that the plane might crash with me on board.”
“You’d hardly even notice it,” Matt argued. “By the time the plane went down, you’d already be half-dead.”
“How do you figure?” Todd asked. “Seriously, if the plane is still going down, but hasn’t crashed, then I would still be alive.”
“Yeah, but you’d already know you were going to die.”
“That’s precisely my point!” Todd snapped. “I don’t want to know I’m going to die. I want to go peacefully in my sleep!”
Matt shot him an odd look. “Really? Honestly, I think I’d like a fighting chance.”
“And who are you going to fight on a plane that’s going down?” Doug shouted.
Geez, enough of this. They were worse than women bickering over purses. I stepped in between them, but the moment I did, Parker yanked me out of the middle of their argument.
“Excuse me!” I said, getting more pissed by the second.
“What are you thinking, putting yourself between them?”
“I was thinking I was going to break up the fight.”
