“She says that just because Owen has a dad with money, she won’t let him become spoiled, and she wants to him appreciate non-materialistic things… or something.” I wrap the tie around my neck, frowning as I look at it. “How does this tie go again?” I ask.
“Ha,” Adrian cries. “I love that girl, and it’s a cravat. Hang on. I’ll tie it.”
“Yeah, well, if you love it so much then you get married in this bad version of Old McDonald Had a Farm!” I snap. “I get why she likes it, but seriously, this is going too far.”
I hear Joshua chuckle in his changing room. “Blake loves that song,” he snickers.
“Now she wants to get married in the barn...” I continue. “And I know how much she loves it so, obviously, I feel bad if I don’t let her have it there.” I shake my head in disgust. “I’m getting fucked up against the wall here...” I mutter. “Damned if I do and damned if I don’t.”
“What was the old lady’s name? The one who left her this house?” Joshua asks.
“Gloria,” I answer.
Joshua laughs. “So, effectively, Gloria left you a glory hole and you’re the receiver.”
Adrian chuckles. “Good one.”
“Fuck off,” I snap. “Although it’s completely true.” I pull my jacket on over my shoulders. “Ass-fucked. And there’s another problem...” I add.
“What now?” Adrian asks.
“If we do have the wedding at the farm...where will we have our wedding night?” I shake my head at my predicament. “I want to take her someone nice for our first night together. I’m not spending my wedding night on a damn blow-up airbed in some barn.”
They both laugh at my misfortune.
“Well…” Adrian thinks for a moment. “You could do up the master suite.”
I frown as I process his suggestion.
“Oh my God. Yes. Do it up for her yourself in secret and surprise her with it on the wedding night as a gift.”
I raise my eyebrows at the possibility.
“Huge brownie points. Fucking huge,” Joshua says. “She would go ape if you did that for her.”
“I wouldn’t even know where to start, though,” I reply.
“Happy wife, happy life, Cam…” Joshua murmurs.
Hmm. I guess that would be kind of cool to do for her. She would love it.
We all open the changing room doors at the same time and step out into the store to stand in a line in front of the mirror. Adrian smiles broadly, and Joshua slaps me on the back. “This is it, big boy.”
Adrian secures our cravats and we all look at our reflections again. “Vests or no vests?” I ask.
“Vests,” Adrian replies as he fusses with my tie. “But yours will be white,” he adds.
I scrunch up my face. “I’m not a fan of a white vest, I’ll feel like a pigeon. I think black.”
“Black vest, black bowtie,” Adrian replies.
“Okay, so where are the bowties?” I ask.
“Dad!” Owen calls as he runs into the store and jumps into my arms.
“Hey, buddy.” I laugh as I catch him and kiss his perfect little head. “You ready to try on your suit?” I ask as I tickle his ribs.
“Uh-huh.” Owen smiles goofily. He slaps hands with Joshua and Adrian in a greeting.
“Hey, big guy.” Joshua rubs his hair affectionately.
Jenna’s hands go to her mouth in excitement as she sees me. “You look gorgeous, Cam.” She smiles.
“Hi, Jenna.” I smirk as I lift the little black suit hung on a hanger from the back of my changing room door. “We going to try this on, Owen, so we can be ready for our wedding?”
“Yes!” Owen cries out in excitement. “Mom’s going to love us in these.”
Ashley
Cameron sips his scotch, his sexy eyes locked on mine. “Don’t look at me like that, Bloss, unless you’re getting under the table and sucking my cock.”
I raise my eyebrow and smile into my glass. It’s Friday night—date night—and my man is in a very naughty mood.
He has that look in his eye... the one that I love.
We haven’t talked about the wedding all week. I’m trying not to bring it up. I don’t want to push him. Renovating the house is enough for me, and he has every right to have a say in where we have our wedding.
I’m thinking maybe his L.A. house is an option now. I really can’t stand those pretentious wedding venues. I know he went and got his suit this week with the boys, and I miraculously found a dress.