far-off it-will-never-happen way because I wouldn’t know how to love a kid. But in that tiny dream, I’m married and have the white picket fence deal.
“How do I look?” Edie asks as she steps out of the bathroom. I shake away my thoughts and smile. I won’t let my pity party ruin her day. She looks amazing, wearing a fitted, cream dress that fits her form perfectly, but flares at the waist.
My eyes tear up and I wipe at them quickly. My best friend, the person that means more to me than anyone in this world, is getting married. And in spite of my own problems, I’m truly happy for her. If anyone in this world deserves happiness, it’s Edie James.
“Are you crying?” Edie gasps as she rushes back in the bathroom and hurries back with tissues. “Do I look that bad?” she jokes.
“Fucking pregnancy hormones,” I complain as I dab my face with the tissues she’s brought me. “I fell asleep on the couch last night watching Braveheart and when I woke up the last five minutes of The Iron Giant was on and I sobbed.”
“The Iron Giant?” she questions.
“It’s a goddamn cartoon movie and I fucking cried over it.”
Edie chuckles as she stands up straight and places her hands on her narrow hips. “I cry all the time,” she confesses with a shrug. “I love books and movies that make me cry. I think it’s cleansing for the soul. Suit isn’t a fan though.”
“I’m sorry.” I stand and hug her tightly. “Edie,” I say, as I step back and look her over. “You’re breathtaking.” She gives a tight smile and nods. She’s getting emotional, too. I need to keep her happy. This is her day. She shouldn’t be crying.
“Now, I know this is your party, but I hope you and John can refrain from banging in closets, or anywhere for that matter, while this shindig goes on.”
Edie’s cheeks turn pink and she grins as she rolls her eyes. “You will never let me forget about the cleaning closet, will you?”
I chuckle. “No. Never. Definitely not.”
“Damn.”
“Are you at least wearing panties tonight?”
“Shut up, Nikki,” she laughs as she grabs her earrings off her nightstand and proceeds to quickly put them on.
“Well, are you?”
“Yes!” she snorts. “Oh my God, I hate you.” My mission is accomplished. She’s laughing, just as it should be on her special day. Following her out into the hall, I shut her bedroom door behind me.
“Pull that dress up. I want to see. I think I have the responsibility as your best friend to make sure everything stays PG-rated tonight.”
Edie purses her lips as she glances at me over her shoulder, before flashing me her ass. She’s wearing a G-string. “Happy now?” she laughs as she pulls her dress back down. I can’t answer her. I’m keeled over lost in a fit of laughter myself.
“Can you do that again?” a deep voice asks and we both snap our heads to the bedroom door. John is standing in the doorway of the guest room down the hall, his dark eyes fixated on Edie.
“Flash her ass?” I ask through my fading chuckles.
“Yeah,” John confirms. “Nikki, could you excuse us?” he asks as he steps toward us.
“No way, Suit.” Edie pulls me in front of her. “We don’t have time for that. Our guests are arriving.”
“Oh, baby,” John growls as he lets out something somewhere between a groan and haughty laughter. “I’ll be real quick. I promise.” John reaches a hand around me and grabs her arm, but Edie plasters her body to mine.
“Nikki, stop him!” Edie squeals.
“What the fuck do you want me to do?” I’m sandwiched between them, stiff, as they shove me from side to side.
“Is this where the party’s at?” another deep voice calls. My heart squeezes as my gaze moves to the bathroom door and I see Parker Hayes with a bright smile on his face as he watches John and Edie scrabble around me. His hair is loose and shaggy and wet. My mouth goes dry. Drops of water cling for dear life against his tight chest. He’s
“How do I look?” Edie asks as she steps out of the bathroom. I shake away my thoughts and smile. I won’t let my pity party ruin her day. She looks amazing, wearing a fitted, cream dress that fits her form perfectly, but flares at the waist.
My eyes tear up and I wipe at them quickly. My best friend, the person that means more to me than anyone in this world, is getting married. And in spite of my own problems, I’m truly happy for her. If anyone in this world deserves happiness, it’s Edie James.
“Are you crying?” Edie gasps as she rushes back in the bathroom and hurries back with tissues. “Do I look that bad?” she jokes.
“Fucking pregnancy hormones,” I complain as I dab my face with the tissues she’s brought me. “I fell asleep on the couch last night watching Braveheart and when I woke up the last five minutes of The Iron Giant was on and I sobbed.”
“The Iron Giant?” she questions.
“It’s a goddamn cartoon movie and I fucking cried over it.”
Edie chuckles as she stands up straight and places her hands on her narrow hips. “I cry all the time,” she confesses with a shrug. “I love books and movies that make me cry. I think it’s cleansing for the soul. Suit isn’t a fan though.”
“I’m sorry.” I stand and hug her tightly. “Edie,” I say, as I step back and look her over. “You’re breathtaking.” She gives a tight smile and nods. She’s getting emotional, too. I need to keep her happy. This is her day. She shouldn’t be crying.
“Now, I know this is your party, but I hope you and John can refrain from banging in closets, or anywhere for that matter, while this shindig goes on.”
Edie’s cheeks turn pink and she grins as she rolls her eyes. “You will never let me forget about the cleaning closet, will you?”
I chuckle. “No. Never. Definitely not.”
“Damn.”
“Are you at least wearing panties tonight?”
“Shut up, Nikki,” she laughs as she grabs her earrings off her nightstand and proceeds to quickly put them on.
“Well, are you?”
“Yes!” she snorts. “Oh my God, I hate you.” My mission is accomplished. She’s laughing, just as it should be on her special day. Following her out into the hall, I shut her bedroom door behind me.
“Pull that dress up. I want to see. I think I have the responsibility as your best friend to make sure everything stays PG-rated tonight.”
Edie purses her lips as she glances at me over her shoulder, before flashing me her ass. She’s wearing a G-string. “Happy now?” she laughs as she pulls her dress back down. I can’t answer her. I’m keeled over lost in a fit of laughter myself.
“Can you do that again?” a deep voice asks and we both snap our heads to the bedroom door. John is standing in the doorway of the guest room down the hall, his dark eyes fixated on Edie.
“Flash her ass?” I ask through my fading chuckles.
“Yeah,” John confirms. “Nikki, could you excuse us?” he asks as he steps toward us.
“No way, Suit.” Edie pulls me in front of her. “We don’t have time for that. Our guests are arriving.”
“Oh, baby,” John growls as he lets out something somewhere between a groan and haughty laughter. “I’ll be real quick. I promise.” John reaches a hand around me and grabs her arm, but Edie plasters her body to mine.
“Nikki, stop him!” Edie squeals.
“What the fuck do you want me to do?” I’m sandwiched between them, stiff, as they shove me from side to side.
“Is this where the party’s at?” another deep voice calls. My heart squeezes as my gaze moves to the bathroom door and I see Parker Hayes with a bright smile on his face as he watches John and Edie scrabble around me. His hair is loose and shaggy and wet. My mouth goes dry. Drops of water cling for dear life against his tight chest. He’s
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