Page 110 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

“For a while now,” I tell her, my eyes starting to sting. “I just didn’t want to admit it. That makes everything so much more complicated.”

“Aw,” she sighs as she gives my hands a squeeze. “Love isn’t complicated. We make it complicated by adding our own drama and confusion.”

Well, drama and confusion have been the highlights of my life lately.

“I don’t know if I can be in a relationship that makes my brother not even want to talk to me,” I admit, my heart sinking lower and lower. “I don’t want my relationships destroying each other. How can I be happy in the midst of that?”

“Ryan is your family. You’re not going to lose him. He’ll come around,” Sarah replies. “But you could lose the guys if you’re not honest with them.”

“I’m going to lose them regardless!” I tell her as I pull my hands away, my fear spiking. “They would be crazy too if they accepted my fantasy of a big, happy family with the four of us being together.”

Sarah places her hands on her hips, a stern look forming on her face. “There’s nothing wrong with a little crazy in your life. Besides, this would be a good kind of crazy! You’d have three guys to love you and care for you, and they would be around to help raise the baby too. That sounds like a dream!”

“Exactly. A dream,” I say with a shake of my head. “How could they be okay with sharing me like that? How could they not be jealous of each other?”

Sarah shrugs. “That’s something you’ll need to ask them, Cass. They’re the only ones who have the answers to your questions.”

If only there was a way to ask them anonymously without putting my heart and pride on the line.

“I’m too scared to ask them. I don’t want to hear their rejections or see how weirded out they look by me,” I tell her in a quiet voice.

Sarah sighs and carefully adjusts the butterfly pin in my hair that the other bridesmaids have too. “Love requires risk. If you want to be with them, you have to tell them.”

“What if I scare them away? What if they don’t even want to be around for the baby after I tell them how I feel?” I ask her, still scrambling for any answer at all. She has to have some insight for me.

“Then, they’re not right for you,” Sarah replies. “The right guy or guys will stick by your side and your child no matter what. They won’t let anything or anyone scare them off.”

That sounds like the guys in theory, but I haven’t truly put them to the test yet.

Will they stay or go?

Will they step up or step back completely?

There’s only one way to find out, and it makes me nauseous just thinking about bringing this conversation up with them. I’ve snapped at the guys for caring too much and told Tyler that I don’t even want to talk to them for about a week.

Could I blame them if they decided to cut their ties with me and abandon me when all I’ve done is push them away?

“We should really go,” I tell her, still not ready to make that final decision.

Sarah looks disappointed, but she nods.

“Hey, perk up,” I say, giving her a warm smile. “You’re about to get married!”

Her face brightens, and she takes a deep breath. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

With our arms looped together, I lead her out of the dressing room and to the large ballroom in the resort where the ceremony will be held. She visibly brims with excitement, slightly shaking from her happy nerves.

The bridesmaids wait outside the large double doors, ready to enter as we all diligently practiced. The officiant, groom, best man, and groomsmen should all already be in position inside.

Will the guys be there? Did Ryan even let them show up?

“Okay, everyone get in line. Remember your order,” I tell everyone, keeping my voice as steady as possible.

The bridesmaids fall into their positions, still whispering and giggling to each other.

Sarah goes to the very back, and I can hear her doing breathing exercises to calm herself down. I don’t have to worry about her running from the altar, but I might have to worry about her passing out from all the excitement.

Wedding days are happy days, but they don’t come without stress.