My toes wiggle in the sand. “Yes, sir, Officer.”
We pry our eyes off one another and look to Velle, who’s smirking at us.
Yes, we’re having Velle officiate, because Kemper wanted Joy to be his best man. And honestly, who better to marry us than King Chevelle himself?
“Who would’a thought someday I’d be standing up here in front of our family, and Fenwick,” Velle jeers, and everyone laughs, “Officiating the wedding of my least favorite coworker, and the kid who kneed me in the balls.Twice.” I cackle, and he beams. “No, but seriously, we kid because we love in this group. It’s kind of our thing. We’re fucking menaces, degenerates… heathens. And I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want my family any other way.”
We all nod along.
“Welcoming you into our world was the beginning of the end, 101,” he sighs. “Am I annoyed that you stole my boat and fucked my shit up? Notanymore.” I chuckle. “I’m just glad it was worth it, which it was. You two turned fate into a real-ass concept. We see it every time we watch you together.”
Ren is weeping, and I look down to snicker, but mostly so I don’t burst into hysterics myself.
“Enough of this sappy shit.” Velle shakes it off.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and Kemper laughs.
Luthor and Joy hand us the rings, and we put them on. And we vow to have and hold, in sickness and in health, in the good times, and the bad… toloveone another.
Undying, in its every shade, in our lives together, in this prism of color, we will be together and in love.
Dascha and Kellan, forever.
“I do, my Officer Kemper.”
“I do, Dascha Luscious.”
And we kiss to make it official.
To make itreal.
Now…
My husband is excited.
We’re building a house.From the ground-up!
Not just remodeling like with ours. This one we’re building from scratch, right next door to ours.
Wanna guess who’s gonna live there?
There’s only a few months until Luthor and Ren’s wedding, and the plan was to have their house ready so they could move down here when they get back from their honeymoon in Italy. Which means we need to hustle. And bywe, I mean Kellan and his crew.
The place is coming right along, but according to him, this is the annoying part. The electrical and HVAC; complicated shit that needs to work right. It’s fine, I have faith in him.
Plus, I’m getting the hell out of here in a few days, so it won’t be my problem.
I’m going to Cali to visit and help with some wedding shit. It’ll suck leaving Kel behind, but he’s got his hands full anyway. He needs me and Dog out of his hair for a few.
Pulling up thePenitentiFamilygroup chat—I mean theAP Familygroup chat, since Velle settled on the much more boring name than the oneIcame up with—I check the regular spamming nonsense that neverliterallystops pinging.
Ren sent a picture of Parker in a Gucci cape and little dog shoes, and now everyone’s ragging on him.
Velle: Does your dog know you’re a bigger bitch than she is?
Ren: ok you know he’s a boy
Velle: my bad. He’s dressed like a slut
