When I open my eyes, I’m blown away. My reflection doesn’t even look like me. The dress is gorgeous. It's black with long lace sleeves, so you can still see my tattoos. The front has a plunging neckline with lace detail all over, and it's a mermaid style skirt, but flares out at the bottom to a beautiful train. I turn to look at the back, which is open down to right above my ass, and it happens to look amazing in this dress.
The thing Chris put on my head wasn’t a veil, but a beautiful crown that has rubies in it. It’s gold with floral and heart details. I lift my dress up to find matching forest green high tops, that look so fucking amazing and just my style. I’m two seconds from crying because I love it all so much.
“Well, dear, don’t leave us hanging,” my grandmother snarks softly.
“This is it. This is my dress.”
Odin
While the girls are looking at dresses, the guys and I take the boys to find suits for the wedding.
Emma made an appointment at a tux shop for us all to get fitted, since we don’t have time to custom order anything for all of us. We should be able to find what we need, they just might need minor alterations. The shop itself looks nice, if expensive, when we walk in. Everything is decorated in white and creams, and there are high end suits and tuxedos spread out everywhere.
I’m in the lead, holding Arden’s hand as we walk up to the front desk. I wait for the young woman on the phone to look up. Her eyes widen at the sight of us, and she makes it obvious she’s checking us all out. She’s pretty, but nothing spectacular. Maybe it’s because I’m so used to my blue haired, tattooed beauty. I look back at the guys who have decided to leave me waiting while they check out all the different options.
As the girl–whose name tag reads Emily–hangs up the phone, Orin walks up, knowing I’d rather not be left alone with someone who was ogling us. Our experiences have taught us women can be crazy.
“Hey, there, I’m Emily. How can I help you?” She bats her eyes at us, making Orin roll his in silent response. I elbow him in his gut. Last thing we need is a pissy sales lady messing up our suits because he was a dick.
“We are here for our fitting appointment. It should be under Aaron,” I rumble out. Arden is holding both my hands behind my back and peeking around at the lady, which isn’t normal; he usually loves to talk people's heads off.
“Oh, yes, here it is. Party of seven? Who’s the groom?” she asks, grabbing a clip board and walking around the counter which makes Arden book it to where Lochlan is standing with Silas, looking at pocket square colors.
“We all are actually,” Orin answers. “I believe the wedding planner sent over the tuxes we are wanting for us and our sons?”
She looks completely stunned for a minute and stares at us while she processes what he just said. “Uhh, okay. Let me go get the stylist and pull the correct tuxes.” She hauls ass toward the back of the store.
“So, brother, how are you feeling with everything? We haven’t had a chance to check in with each other with everything going on,” Orin asks softly so the others don’t overhear anything.
For as long as I can remember, we’ve always taken the time to check in with each other when something big happened, acting as each other's sounding board. I can tell by the sound of hiss voice something is wrong.
“I’m good, really. I’m happy. I love Isla and the kids so much. I never thought we’d have this, definitely never thought we’d find a woman crazy enough to take all of us on. However, here we are, and we get a chance to be a family, and now, we are adding two more little girls to the mix. I don't think I could be happier, but why don’t you seem happy? Are you having second thoughts?” I worriedly look at my brother; I don’t know what I would do if I had to choose between them.
“Absolutely not; I’m so in love with her and the kids that it’s ridiculous. I’m just worried, I guess. I’m not sure how I can measure up to be the kind of man she deserves. I’m not as outspoken as the rest of you,” He's looking down at his feet and mumbling, which is something he’s done every time he’s nervous or scared ever since we were kids.
I grab his chin and lift his head until we are making eye contact. “Why would you think that, brother?” I search his eyes, trying to read his mind.If only.
“How could I possibly make her happy when she has four other alpha men? I’ve seen the way she melts when one of y’all takes charge. I can’t do that. I can’t be that for her,” he says sadly.
“Orin, shelovesyou just the way you are. I’ve seen her eyes fill with heat when she’s telling you to get on your knees. She likes being in control, and you give her that. She needs you as much as she needs the rest of us. Don’t ever think any differently.” I pull him into a hug.
“Thank you, brother, I needed that. I can’t believe we found someone that is crazy enough to want to deal with all of us. I never thought when we would joke about it as kids it would come true. I figured we would either just find flings or drift apart with different women and families.” He pats my back and pulls away as Emily and an older woman walk up.
“Hello, darlings, I’m Margot. I’m the head seamstress. I’m going to check the fit of all of y’alls tuxes. Would you like to start with the children?” Margot says all in one breath. She has a Cajun French accent, which matches the image she presents in her flowy black dress with an abundant amount of necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Her gray hair has pink strips that pair well with her dark umber skin.
“Hey, I’m Odin, and this is my twin, Orin. Those are the other grooms, Silas, Callum, and Bodie; and our sons Lochlan and Arden.” I point each of them out as I name them.
“We are doing black tuxes with different color ties, and the boys will have bow ties. I believe Mrs. Emma sent over the details of the tie colors.” I pick up Lochlan as he makes his way over to me. Our quiet boy seems to be getting a bit overwhelmed.
“Are you ready to try on your tux for the wedding, bubba?” I blow raspberries on his sweet little face as he giggles and nods his head.
I set him down, and Silas and I take the tiny little tuxes and get the boys in their adorable outfits.
Silas and I stand back and take a good look at our good looking little men. “Is that not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” Silas opens the door, and we turn the boys to face the others.
“Look at y’all! How freaking handsome!” Bodie pulls them both in for a hug. “Mommy is going to be so happy to see y’all.”
“I think they are going to blow us out of the water with how good they look, huh, boys?” Callum ruffles their hair.
