A very unlady-like snort slips free from my lips as I grin so wide it hurts. We’re all filled with this bubbling happiness. Which is a dramatic contrast to how we’ve felt over the past six months.
My laugh sets off a chain reaction, and before you know it, we’re all laughing like a bunch of hyenas, getting odd looks from the people around us.
“Can we have your attention?” the preacher says, and we all shut up. “The groom has been found, and the wedding will continue as planned. Please, take your seats, the ceremony will now begin.”
My stomach flips as nerves take over—excited ones for once.
Alright everyone, it’s show time.
To say that shit’s been crazy over the last month is the biggest understatement of my life, but having my family here by my side is everything. We leave the room and I slip outside, wandering toward the cemetery.
That’s where Missi’s father finds me. “Where the fuck have you been? The ceremony was supposed to start thirty minutes ago,” he roars, coming over to me and tugging on my arm. “Let’s go, you have hurt my baby enough!”
“I just needed some time to myself. This is my last moment as a single man. You understand how I’m feeling, right?” I ask him, and he pauses, then nods.
“Yeah, I can see how this next step would be frightening. Your life is changing, and that’s scary. Are you good now, or should I ask for a few more minutes? Missi currently has hair and make-up with her in her room. She had a tiny fit when we couldn’t find you.”
“I’m good now. I’m ready,” I tell him with a huge, fake-ass smile on my face.
“Thatta boy, or should I start calling you ‘Son’ now?” he jokes, and I have to fight to swallow down the bile.
We walk back to the church, and I nod to a few surprise guests in the back pew, as I head for my place at the front, besidethe preacher. He seems rattled, and I feel bad. I look toward our guests and laugh.
“Sorry, I had a case of cold feet, but they are toasty now.” A few people laugh, and a guy in the back shouts that it’s not too late to run.
Rylee and the guys are sitting in the front row on my side, and she gives me a wink, licking her cherry-red lips. Damn, she's so sexy.
I haven't been able to get her out of my head since Thanksgiving… but having an erection in front of all of these people probably isn't the best idea.
Donny snorts as I put my hands in my pants pockets and try to discreetly adjust myself.
“Are you ready?” the preacher asks and I nod, before glancing at the person in the back row again. They give me a smirk, and I know it’s ready.
“Showtime,” I say loudly, and a few people giggle.
I wait until the music starts and the doors at the end of the aisle open. Her bridesmaids begin to move down the aisle, and when the music changes to the traditional Wedding March, my jaw drops and I have to glance away from Missi when she enters.
I can't believe that is the dress she chose for this ‘special’ day. She has been raving to everyone about having a custom design, but I don't know what we paid for.
It's see-through. That's the best way to explain it. There is a large slit up the center, and when she starts to walk, I can see her upper thigh.
She's not even wearing underwear. What the fuck was she thinking? I may not be overly religious, but we are in a house of God!
The preacher clears his throat and looks down at his Bible. I don't blame him. This is fucking uncomfortable.
Missi gives me a wink, and I think I might throw up. This is so much worse than I thought. Isla finishes walking down the aisle, standing off to the side, waiting for Missi.
I take in her sheer orange dress, but it seems the bridesmaids have a protective lining covering themselves. I guess Missi just needed to be the center of attention, like always.
I can hear murmurs about how indecent she looks. Not only is she pregnant at her wedding, but she's showing off her body in such a distasteful way. They think her mother must be rolling in her grave.
Missi begins her strut down the aisle and I have to close my eyes. There's no denying she is a beautiful woman, but this is too much.
Not only is she incredibly swollen from her preeclampsia, but she decided to self tan, and is almost as orange as our color scheme.
That's when I realize what she looks like. A pregnant Oompa-fucking-Loompa. Fuck my life. At least after today this sham will be over and I can leave her crazy ass.
Donny hops out of his seat, pulling out his phone and getting low to photograph her, while shouting ridiculous things.
