My men are waiting for me, in actual tuxes this time, each with a cummerbund that matches his eye color. They’re so beautiful. I’m glad that Bliss precedes me down the aisle, so I can take a breath and not start crying at the sight of them.
Then it’s my moment. Everyone stands, and every eye turns to me as I make my way toward my future. My loves. My happily ever afters.
CONAL
That was a beautiful ceremony.
My brothers and I wrote our own vows, and fortunately Bliss planned ahead. She had a bunch of tissues hidden away, and kept pulling them out so Hazel could dry her eyes. Her waterproof mascara held up well, but we put it to the test today.
Hazel wrote her vows, too, and the three of us got choked up in a very manly way while she recited them.
We held the ceremony in one of Belle Epoque’s banquet rooms, and the reception in another, where we’re now enjoying delicious food. Apparently the head chef here, a guy named Thorn, has quite a reputation, and as far as I’m concerned it’s well deserved.
I’m not paying that much attention to my food, though, stellar as it is. I can’t stop looking at my gorgeous bride, and thanking my lucky stars for whatever gut-deep impulse saidThis one right herethe night I met her.
After this celebration is done, we’re finally taking our wife on a proper honeymoon. I can’t wait.
RAFE
I’ve never gotten married before. In truth, I’ve always been cynical about marriage as an institution. Tool of the patriarchy and all that.
But I’ll be damned if I wasn’t deeply moved by standing up with the woman I love and exchanging vows with her in front of our families and friends. There’s something really special about making those promises from the heart.
I never imagined that my brothers and I would end up marrying the same woman, but it’s fitting. We share our music, and now we share our wife. The two closest things to our hearts.
Hazel is perfect for us, and I hope we’re perfect for her. We’ve got the rest of our lives to keep showing her how glad we are that she said yes to us.
The honeymoon is going to be amazing. Hazel doesn’t know where we’re going; hardly anyone does, just us and our assistant. Top secret trip.
Hazel keeps asking how she can pack when she doesn’t know where she’s going, and I told her she doesn’t need anything but a toothbrush. It’s not like she’ll need clothes.
BRON
Damn.
The only thing better than marrying the sexiest woman alive is getting to share her with your brothers, your best friends, your partners in music.
If someone put me on a drum kit right now, I could play a solo that lasted for hours, that’s how jazzed I am.
I always had this fantasy of a woman who could be a part of our lives in a deep way. Someone who really cared about us and our music and could share in that.
Hazel may not be a musician, but she cares, and we’re teaching her little by little. She’s got her photography, which is awesome, and still she finds ways to support us in everything we do. It wasfantastic having her on tour with us, and once our honeymoon is over—not that I’m in any hurry for that to happen—we’ll be able to show her parts of the world she’s never seen before.
She complements us in the most wonderful way, and I know we’re never going to take that for granted. We’re going to make sure she’s the most appreciated, worshipped, spoiled wife in existence.
And the start of that is going to be some very carnal worship on our honeymoon. We’ve rented an entire island, one far away from nosy photographers, with a reputation for ironclad discretion. Only us, and a tiny handful of staff to keep us comfortable.
It’s going to be one of the best memories of our lives.
HAZEL
I’m not surprised that my men had to give me rockstar-sized wedding gifts.
They paid off my student loans, and then they paid off my mom’s house. She tried to protest, but they insisted. They even told her they’d build her a new one, anywhere she wanted, but Mom wants to stay in her town where she knows everyone, and where my little sister can finish school with her friends.
So instead, my husbands built us a new house outside of Vegas, so we can easily visit my family whenever we want to.
They asked me what I liked and didn’t like about the house they recorded the album in. I loved the enormous bed, and they assured me that they’d havean even bigger one custom-built. I said I wasn’t a big fan of all the marble and gilt edges, that I preferred a home that was, well, homey. Welcoming.
