for nothing. As soon as Tess blurted everything out, there was five seconds of silence before all hell broke loose. Everyone proceeded to argue amongst themselves without us for a good fifteen minutes about who owes who money, because half of them, including Birdie, already guessed a long time ago that Tess was pregnant. And that we’d probably do something crazy like elope while we were on vacation, all of them placing their bets the day we left Summersweet.
“You ready to do this, my little firestarter?”
Tess steps away from the open laptop Allie set up for us on a barstool, out in the backyard in the snow after the sun went down, right by the tree line where my luminary proposal went up in flames.
And Jason only got yelled at for five minutes for not telling her he almost set the entire woods surrounding the property on fire, so that was good for him.
Even though neither one of us wanted a big wedding with tons of people, we still wanted the ones we love the most to witness it, and we both thanked Allie profusely when she came up with the laptop idea. Tess even humored me and my love of Christmas by letting me handle the wedding decorations, which includes the Santa hippo tree from our room that I dragged out here with an extension cord, some twinkle lights hanging in the trees around us, and one other item from our room that I still can’t believe she agreed to.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Tess smiles up at me, still wearing the cute, slouchy black beanie over her blue hair, saying we could consider it her headpiece and veil.
Agreeing to change out of our matching pajamas so we could save them for Christmas Eve, we decided to wear whatever the hell we wanted, since this wedding is ours, and we can do whatever the hell we want with it. And since like the rest of our friends Millie assumed we’d do something crazy as well, she bought Tess and me matching shirts during her shopping spree. A black one that says Groom, and a white one that says Bride. When Millie handed them to us before we went upstairs to get changed, Tess immediately snatched the groom one out of my hand and handed me the bride one, because obviously my girl wanted to wear black on her wedding day. I will do whatever it takes to make her happy.
With her black T-shirt that’s adorably too big for her that she tied in a knot by her hip, a long black cardigan that falls to her thighs to keep her arms warm, the black joggers she had on earlier with the kickass chain hanging down from the belt loops, along with her Doc Martens, she takes my goddamn breath away, and I can’t believe she’s mine.
“You’re the prettiest bride I’ve ever seen.”
“Fuck off.” Tess rolls her eyes, even as she gives me that killer smile that stopped me in my tracks six months ago.
With my white Bride shirt that’s two-sizes too small, and my black cargo shorts to match my girl, I return her smile right as Jason throws a match on the huge pile of wood he stacked on top of the already scorched grass, along with all the lighter fluid from Tess’s travel bottle. The pile bursts into flames, and I laugh when Tess lets out a happy shriek, her eyes getting wide and excited, as I grab both of her hands and try to get her to turn to face me.
“Okay, time to look at me now.”
“Fiiire… pretty fire,” Tess mutters, still staring at the bonfire instead of me.
I give her hands a squeeze and a little shake.
“Come on, time to start the festivities.”
“So pretty,” she whispers, still not looking at me.
“Jesus, I knew we should have waited for the fire until the end. Now you’re not gonna pay attention.” Taking my life into my own hands, I let go of one of Tess’s hands to snap my fingers a few times in front of her face. “Yo! Eyes over here!” I order.
Tess’s face immediately whips back to me, and I’m kind of surprised her head doesn’t just whip all the way around in a complete circle on her neck as she narrows her eyes and growls at me a little, making my dick hard.
“Tell me what to do again when we’re not naked, and I will slit your throat.”
“There’s my girl.” I smile, grabbing her