“I think we look cute,” Elsie states and she looks at Jasper with a smile. “All we have to do is walk around and offer kids balloons, which we have to go and inflate.”
Adrianne declares this war between her and Kalen, making me laugh. I don’t know if they will ever fully get along, but her not wanting to kill him every time that he walks into a room is a huge improvement.
“Hey, Amelie.”
I turn my head as Adrianne's brother Falon runs past me, fairy floss in his hand. Maggie chases after him.
“Why isn’t Adrianne watching her brother?” I ask Kalen.
“Because that wouldn’t have annoyed her, and my mum is old, she doesn’t need to be dressing up as a sexy clown, which is also gross. I don’t want to see her half naked. Adrianne couldn’t get her sitter and I suggested Mum step in, since she has to be involved in all Order activities.”
When my dad and Chelsea come back with the fairy floss we all walk around. My brother and Bex head out on their own. They say they’re going to amuse the kids, but I think they just want to be alone. I don’t mind. I have no idea what I was going to say to Bex yet and it’s all a little awkward. I watch them leave, bickering between themselves. I’m unsure why Kalen made them mimes since they can’t be in the same room as each other without fighting.
Kalen leads us to what we call sideshow alley in Australia. We start with the balloon bust, where Onyx is very competitive, ofcourse. He walks away with the biggest stuffed bear that I have ever seen.
“For you,” he says with a smirk when I take it. Kalen also gave me his prize, a small purple and pink unicorn toy.
“Thank you.”
We make our way through a few games and move to the rides. I end up with more teddies than I could carry, and Jasper calls down Cap to come and take them all to the minivan. I try not to laugh at him staggering away under the weight of so many fluffies, while wondering what the hell I’m meant to do with all of them. Momo is partial to a soft toy or two, so it looks like all his doggy Christmases have just come at once.
All the guys decide to go on a ride that looks like ahell nofor me. You’re locked inside a cage with another person, both strapped to a seat and as it swings around, the chair rotates.
Chelsea dragged my father to go on the teacups which are for kids, but she didn’t care. They’re safer than the cage of doom.
“How is your day going?” Sawyer asks, sneaking up behind me. When I turn, he has a huge smile on his face.
“You knew about this?”
He nods. “Kalen couldn’t pull it off by himself, and I usually wouldn’t have allowed it but he had a strong argument that we hadn’t spent much time with you, and your family is here. They deserve to make special memories, and they did the same for him. He adores Chelsea, you know. He also mentioned that you had a small fair in your town every year around this time, and I caved.”
“We do.” I grin both at the memory and that Kalen remembered me telling him about it. That boy deserves more credit. “We all go every year and take Chelsea’s nieces and nephews. It’s always an amazing day.”
Onyx races back over to us. All the worry lines have eased from his face and he’s smiling. I don’t think in the entire timethat I have known him that I’ve actually seen him look this carefree.
“Having fun?” I ask him as wraps his arms around my waist.
“Yes. Slate had to sit next to Kalen and he threw up! He shouldn’t have had that much candy floss before going on rides, and you should see the shirt he has to wear.”
His laughter rings through the air as a green-faced Kalen and a sour-faced Slate walk closer to us. Slate is wearing a Hawaiian shirt a few sizes too big for him. The shoulder keeps falling down and he keeps adjusting it. I can tell how uncomfortable he is. I pull Slate into my embrace and he holds on tight. It may be something simple to everyone else, but not him. The thought of anyone other than his family seeing him with no shirt on causes him anxiety, and I get that. I hate anyone seeing my scars.
“Let’s go for a walk, Slate,” Jasper states. “Amelie, you need to come too.” I don’t question it.
“Where are we going?” Kalen asks, unable to pick up on body language or any type of social cues. He’s lucky that I love him.
Jasper brings us to a first aid tent, and he asks the guy to step outside because he needs the tent for a minute. The paramedic leaves without question.
“Slate, Amelie, in,” Jasper barks, pointing inside. We both walk past him.
“Oh, orgy! Yes please!” Jasper holds his arm out, blocking Kalen’s entry into the tent and Kalen pouts. “So...no orgy?”
Jasper shakes his head and steps inside. Wordlessly, he unbuttons his white business shirt and shrugs it off, he has on a tight white T-shirt and he also pulls that off over his head too and hands it to Slate.
“Thanks,” Slate mumbles as Jasper turns away from us to give him privacy. Jasper puts his smart shirt back on as Slate pulls off the hideous Hawaiian shirt and slips into Jasper’s T-shirt.
With both guys dressed, we head back outside.
“I can see your nipples,” Kalen laughs.
