to be small. Just family and close friends. But Jas and Viola tried that as did Gus and Naomi. Even Keith and Maia. All of their weddings were crashed by a barrage of press.
But now all the press are focused on the Grammys. On all the after parties.
Not on us.
Certainly not on our wedding that no one knows about.
Ten minutes later we pull up in front of Eden’s, her taco and tequila restaurant. This is her second restaurant in addition to Eden’s Roadside Tacos in Paradise. The girl can’t stop. She can’t get enough. She is relentless when it comes to her passions and there is absolutely nothing sexier.
Stepping out of the car, I help her down, Keith doing the same with Maia, and then we head in, the other SUV having beaten us here. The restaurant is decked out with blue and purple sparkling lights, all the tables and chairs that typically take up the main part of the restaurant are pushed back and off to the side for later when we eat.
Eden’s parents are the first to greet us, her mom kissing my cheek before taking her hand, and ushering her away from me. “I’ll see you soon,” she says to me.
“See you soon.”
You’d think I’d be nervous about this. About all of this. But everything with Eden has been natural. From the moment she jumped into my arms, there was no going back for us. It was full steam ahead without so much as a backward glance. No more second guessing. No more hesitation or fear. Just us. Just love.
Keith grips my shoulder, tugging me back to the room. He’s holding his son, Xavier. His other son, Griffith hanging on Maia who is talking with Viola who is pregnant with hers and Jasper’s third daughter, and Naomi who is holding one of her own twins, Parklyn.
Gus and Jasper are watching as Adalyn, Cora, and Gus’s other daughter Taylor dance and twirl about the open room.
Jasper’s parents are off to the side, talking to Lyric, Jameson, Ethan, and Lyric’s parents. Marco must be with Eden since he’s the one officiating this crazy thing we’re calling a wedding.
“Are you ready for this brother?”
Brother. That’s exactly what Keith’s about to become. Not just in our fraternal band sense. But in marriage. I have a family now. A real connection that means more to me than anything.
“I’ve been ready.”
“Are you sure you want to leave tonight? I mean, it’s a long motherfluffing flight to Fiji.”
I grin. “Worried about our plane?”
He scrunches up his nose. “Just saying I wouldn’t mind you not making it your honeymoon suite. Especially considering it’s where my kids nap when we fly on it.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. “I thought we were buying a bigger plane before this summer?”
We are. More kids. Bigger family. Especially since this summer, we’re all going on tour. It’s a split show. Naomi and Wild Minds. Adalyn will be on summer break. The other kids are still too young for that to matter, but since none of us are leaving anyone behind anymore, this is how it has to go.
“Yeah. But.” He groans, burying his head into Xavier who squirms and whines. He doesn’t like to be still. Much like his father, he likes to move. Keith puts him down and he runs off to join his friends. His cousins, I guess since that’s what we call them. Keith turns on me. “Fine. I won’t give you the speech. Just don’t knock up my sister tonight, okay? She’s still too young?”
“How old is Maia again?”
“Dude—”
“I’m kidding. Eden and I have no plans on getting pregnant tonight.” But if I have my way, it will be soon. The second she gives me the green light, it’s on. I want this. I want all the babies with her.
Marco steps out from the back room, his dark eyes meeting mine. “Showtime, folks. Take your places.”
“I still can’t believe you allowed Marco to talk to you into marrying you,” Jasper says, coming to stand beside me as I move to the front of the room where the alter, if you can actually call it that, is located.
“I don’t think they had a choice,” Gus tells him.
“No. They didn’t,” Marco snaps, raising a pointed eyebrow at all of us. “Besides, ask Keith, I did a fantastic job at his wedding, right?”
“I think you cried more than Maia did.”
“Whatever. I won’t cry tonight—” his words cut off, turning into a gasp instead just as the simple strings