“Duh, we’re going to the courthouse to get you two married,” Ethan said, as if it was the most obvious response.
“I’ll sign as the witness. Oh, let’s swing by the elementary school to grab Emma. She can be a flower girl. It would be adorable,” Miles said.
Ethan and Noah nodded.
“Mom and Dad will be pissed if we don’t tell them. Ethan, run inside and get them,” Noah said.
“What the hell are you guys doing? We aren’t getting married.”
As if a record scratched, they paused and looked at him.
“Why?” they all asked at once.
Jackson stared at them incredulously. “Because it was a pact we made when we were twelve.”
“Point being?” Noah asked.
He huffed out a laugh. “Because we aren’t in love with each other.”
Noah, Ethan, and Miles each let out a collective breath before sitting back down.
“For fuck’s sake. Are we still on this?” Miles muttered.
“I think the question is, ‘Why are we still on this?’ I’ve told you numerous times nothing is there. We aren’t getting married. Besides, Mia isn’t even thirty yet.”
Ethan laughed. “She will be in, what? Two months? So then you’ll get married?”
“No!” Jackson tossed his hands in the air. “No one is getting married. Except Noah and Jessa.”
His brothers exchanged looks again. Normally Jackson would roll his eyes, but this time it unsettled him. Especially when they all shrugged, followed by an “okay,” and a change of subject.
Nothing ever good came from that.
