Sarah and Chris both stand there with their mouths gaping.
He wants to give his friends the best wedding they can possibly have.
“Seriously, dude? I can’t let you do that,” Chris declares.
“Why not? Does it hurt your fragile male ego?” Sarah asks in a laugh.
“No, not at all. If Aiden wants to pay, then that saves me from having to work until I’m ninety-eight and a half to pay it off,” Chris jokes.
We all laugh. “That’s a very specific age,” I tell him.
He nods and pulls Sarah closer to him. “Yep, but I’d do it if it makes Sarah happy.”
“Well, you don’t have to. It’s on me. And I won’t have any arguments,” Aiden replies as Sarah looks up at Chris for his approval.
He hesitates and sighs. “Okay, thanks, man. I owe you big time for this.”
Aiden shakes his head. “No, you don’t. Like I said, it’s our gift for being the best friends we could ever ask for.”
Sarah runs over to Aiden and hugs him tightly. “I think I might love you a little bit, Aiden.”
Chris scoffs. “Seriously? I just proposed to you, you’re pregnant with my firstborn, and you’re already falling for my best man? Jeez,” Chris jokes.
She shrugs. “Well, he is hot and rich,” she jests.
Chris pulls her away from Aiden and into his arms as he caresses her cheek.
“But I guess you’ll do.” Sarah smirks.
Chris shakes his head and then leans down to kiss her.
It’s been two weeks since the incident with Niall. His treatment and care are ongoing but I’m not sure what has changed.
Sarah and Chris wanting to get married as soon as possible has made things hectic to say the least. We found dresses and have organized everything down to the last detail, including getting married at Caesars Palace. Aiden spared no expense and has made sure they are getting the best of everything.
With Aiden letting Brielle hold down the fort at work, we can have a few days to celebrate with our best friends. It’s time I’m dying to have after everything that’s transpired.
“Vegas, baby!” Chris yells as we board the plane for Las Vegas.
“I hate flying,” Sarah mumbles.
“You’ll be fine, babe. I’m here. I’ll protect you if the plane crashes into the ocean,” Chris mocks.
Sarah raises her eyebrow. “Seriously? How are you going to protect me from the explosion, the flames and then the impact? And then if I survive all that, how will you protect me from the sharks and the bitter, ice-cold water? Huh? Tell me that.” She rubs her face in exasperation. “Why am I marrying you again?”
Chris chuckles. “Because I’m ruggedly handsome, and you’re carrying my Starke spawn.”
She huffs. “Oh my God, you’re such a child. And my daughter is not spawn or a pigmy from the Starke tribe. She’s a human, an actual human being with emotions and feelings, and right now, our daughter hates you, and so do I.”
I look up at Aiden and smirk at her overly heightened emotional state.
Aiden looks at me as we take our seats in first-class. “Wow! She’s a hot mess,” Aiden whispers, taking my hand in his.
“Yeah, hormones are a bitch.” I sit back and relax into my deluxe seat.
Our suite is to die for with a luxurious king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi in the bathroom, which Aiden and I have already made good use of. Sarah and I had a long phone conversation about how hormonal she is, but she’s making it up to Chris, in typical honeymoon suite fashion, and I haven’t heard from her since.
Dinner reservations are soon, so we head downstairs to the restaurant to join Sarah and Chris. We are the first to arrive at our table. Aiden pulls my chair out for me before he takes his seat. As we wait for everyone, he orders a bottle of Cristal champagne and a glass of orange juice for Sarah.