“Yea, when’s the wedding?” Justin chirps, and Kemper coughs into his drink.
“Babe,” Nikki scolds. Even that sounds like a lullaby right now. “Way to make it awkward.”
Pretty sure it was already awkward…
“What?” Her hubby frowns. “They are engaged… You said that, didn’t you?”
I laugh.
“Yea, no, we’re definitely engaged…” Kemper shifts in his seat.
“He just gets really squirmy when it comes to the idea of planning a wedding.” I cast him an evil smirk.
He scowls, leaning in to whisper by my ear, “Behave, Luscious.”
Okay, felt that one in the junk.
“Understandable.” Justin nods along.
The dude is very sweet. A little ditzy, but he’s an EMT, so it’s okay.First responders get a pass on most things.
“We just went down to city hall,” he goes on, loving smile aimed at Nikki. “Then had a party afterward.”
“Since… well, you know,” Nikki teases, nodding at the baby.
We chuckle.
“It’s just that… I already had a big wedding,” Kemper mumbles. Then he pauses, eyes widening at Nikki.
“And nothing can ever live up to that one?” I keep roasting my fiancé, because it’s just so much fun seeing my big, surlyOfficerflopping around like a fish out of water.
He narrows his gaze at me while Nikki laughs.
“Our wedding wasn’t big,” she tells me. “Barely a hundred and fifty people. Ceremony was short and sweet. The food was good.”
Kemper’s fingers are strangling mine. “The foodwasgood…”
The look I’m giving him is a sort of stupefied awe.
Icannotimagine Kellan Kemper as a groom at an actual wedding with over a hundred guests. Dancing, cutting a cake… All those things on their own seem like something he would never do, but also doing them with abrideis even stranger to me.
He isdeeplyhomosexual.
But more than that, he just doesn’t seem like the type to enjoy that kind oftraditional weddingstuff. And the more I watch him fidgeting through this conversation, the more my heart hurts for him. Because it’s abundantly clear he only did it as a cover—part of the disguise.
Hey, I’m not the big, fat traditional wedding type either. Even more proof that we’re meant to be.
“Something small and simple on the beach sounds good to me,” I hum, winking at my fiancé.
He shows me an appreciative smile, losing the stress around his eyes.
“I think that’s perfect,” Nikki says. “You already live in paradise.”
“I can’t believe you left that to come to New York in February,” Justin remarks. “And taking the boat out, no less! You guys are mucho loco!”
He’s just chuckling away, but Kemper and I have frozen solid.
Oh, boy…
