Young Revelations (Young Series) (49 page)

“I would have if that damn remote control car didn’t beep when your sister nearly stepped on it,” he grumbles. “At any rate, it doesn’t matter. You’re going to look incredible in whatever you wear, and it won’t hurt my feelings if you decide not to wear the bracelet.”

Good to know, but I was planning on wearing my locket, and the bracelet goes so well with it,” I say. “Did you ever talk Danny out of the bachelor party?”

He snorts a laugh. “His idea of a bachelor party is a
Star Trek
marathon and strippers dressed like female videogame characters. Completely harmless. Anyway, Claire is planning on kicking me out of the house after Christmas dinner, so at least I’ll have Danny to make fun of to take my mind off my nerves.”

“Unless I’m very much mistaken, I’ve seen pictures of you and Danny at
Star Trek
conventions dressed in costume,” I tell him with a raised eyebrow. “So don’t even try to convince me you wouldn’t have the time of your life.”

He only chuckles in response. “Do you know what Claire and Lily have in store for you?” he asks after a few minutes.

I shake my head. “Hopefully not a
Star Trek
marathon. I know it won’t be anything too crazy, though I think I heard the words strip-o-gram earlier today.”

“Well, you should enjoy that,” he says, his voice shaking with laughter. “I still don’t think it’s necessary for us to spend the night apart. It’s not like we haven’t been through this before.”

“True, but Claire is insistent,” I reply. “And since this will be the last time we do this,” I shoot him a pointed glare that makes him chuckle, “she thinks we should do it right.”

His only response is a sigh and I know my argument did nothing to convince him. I’m not really looking forward to the separation either, but it’s only one night and afterwards, we’ve got our entire life together. And while we can joke about bachelor/bachelorette parties, we both know without a shadow of a doubt we won’t be doing anything we’ll regret later. Tyler will be joining his father his cousins, Uncle Danny, and Marcus so strippers and booze are out of the question. As for me, I think my pregnancy will stop me from doing most things, and the night will probably be spent watching movies or something equally innocent.

It’s a far cry from our first wedding and just goes to prove we’ve both grown up drastically since then. Leo had been in charge of Matthew’s bachelor party back then and I’d actually been concerned that he might be late. I still don’t know all of what went on that night, but Matthew wouldn’t even look at an alcoholic beverage for months afterwards and nobody missed how the men who had been present at the party would barely meet each other’s eyes. My night had been relatively tamer. The fact that most of the girls attending my party weren’t legal to drink didn’t seem to stop anybody and I have a vague recollection of Claire dragging me to a strip club where I may or may not have gotten a lap dance from one of the dancers. Though she denies it completely, I suspect Claire might still have photographic evidence of that night and I wouldn’t put it past her to use those photos for blackmail if the mood struck her.

Maybe I can get her drunk enough tonight to hand them over…

I glance over, finding Matthew fast asleep on the couch beside me with a puppy on his chest and I’ve rarely seen anything so adorable. Only for a moment, I consider waking him so we can go upstairs, but then I decide we’re both perfectly comfortable where we are—and in our pajamas since we had to convince our son we were going to bed soon after him so Santa would visit—so I grab a blanket from the back of the couch, find a way to curl up with my fiancé and the puppy, and within minutes, we’re all snoring.

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I wake up to muffled giggling and it takes me several moments to realize what’s going on. Glancing down at my chest, I find Samantha still fast asleep, the arm with her bracelet resting across my chest. I smile, remembering the evening before and our little gift exchange, and I smile more widely when I recall this is our first Christmas together in five years and in about a day and a half, we’ll be married again.

This reminds me about the puppy and the giggling. I crack open an eye and stifle a laugh at the sight of my son rolling around on the floor with one of his Christmas presents while still trying to keep quiet so as to not wake us. Gently, I shake Samantha’s shoulder and she grumbles something under her breath as her eyes blink open.

“Morning, beautiful,” I whisper.

She responds with a sleepy smile. “Morning,” she replies through a large yawn. “What time is it?”

“No idea, but apparently late enough for Tyler to be wide awake and find his way to the Christmas presents.”

We both glance over to find the puppy has latched on to Tyler’s pajama pants and the two are playing some sort of tug of war. Samantha chuckles, drawing our son’s attention and he gives us a breathless smile.

“Look, Mom! Santa left a puppy here!” Tyler exclaims as the puppy jumps onto his lap and starts licking his face. “Can we keep him?”

I smirk down at Samantha. “I think we can,” she says with a feigned reluctant tone. “But you have to take care of him. Feed him, play with him, take him outside… Can you do that?”

Tyler nods fervently, his eyes wide and excited. “What’s his name?”

Samantha and I sit up. “He doesn’t have one yet,” I tell him. “Why don’t you pick his name?”

We watch as Tyler’s little brow furrows and his head cocks to the side as he thinks. Meanwhile, the puppy with no name is still trying to play with his new friend. “Bandit,” Tyler finally says firmly and decisively.

I make an impressed face and nod. “Very good name for a puppy,” I agree. “What do you think, Sam?”

“Better than Stumpy,” she mutters teasingly. I narrow my eyes at her and she responds by standing and crossing the room to sit next to Tyler. “Are you ready to open your other presents?”

“There’s more?” Tyler asks almost incredulously.

I snort a laugh. “Did you not see the tree?” I ask him, pointing to the corner of the room.

Tyler’s eyes widen so much that I think they might fall out of their sockets. I wonder if he’s ever seen so many gifts under a tree before, since I know Samantha and Tom were always living with a budget that I never had to deal with. There’s a slight pang in my heart at the recollection of how much time I’ve lost with my family. It’s getting easier to think about the more I remind myself we’re all back where we belong and there’s no point lingering on a past I can’t change.

“Why don’t you go up and wake your Aunt Lily,” Samantha suggests. “And I’ll make all of us some breakfast, then we can open presents.”

It’s no surprise that Tyler doesn’t hesitate even for a second to rush upstairs, calling for Bandit to follow him. Samantha and I head into the kitchen and while she cooks a quick breakfast, I get the coffee brewing since we learned from experience that if Lily doesn’t have coffee in the morning, no one has a good day.

Barely ten minutes later, we hear the unmistakable sounds of boy, puppy, and annoyed aunt approaching. We manage to get through breakfast without incident, though Samantha had to tell Tyler puppies aren’t supposed to eat syrup, and we abandon the dirty dishes in exchange for making a mess under the Christmas tree. I can’t get the smile off my face as I watch Tyler rip into his gifts and exclaim his pleasure at everything he found with equal excitement whether it was a book or his favorite cartoon action figure. I love seeing him so happy and I cannot wait until next year until we can share all of this with our daughter, even though she probably won’t have any concept of what’s going on. Tyler’s first Christmas was mostly him tearing paper off everything and ignoring the toys we bought him in favor of playing with the boxes.

Once the presents are finished being opened, Lily mutters something about taking a nap and disappears, and Samantha isn’t far behind her, leaving me to keep Tyler occupied all morning. When we tire of playing with toys, we take Bandit out of the backyard and spend several hours playing in the snow. Tyler starts a snowball fight that results in us tossing snowballs in the air for Bandit to try and catch. The typical result is me having to dig him out of a snow bank.

I happen to glance up at the deck and find Claire and Samantha watching us. Grinning, I scoop up Bandit, then Tyler and rush up the stairs. It’s only now I realize how cold we all are and I’m surprised Samantha isn’t glaring at me for letting our son freeze solid. She doesn’t seem to mind in the least, especially when Tyler regales her with our morning’s adventures.

The rest of the day passes very pleasantly with food and hot chocolate and laughter, and it’s perfect. I don’t even allow my and Claire’s conversation with our parents and sisters put a damper on the day. Only my mother acknowledges that I’m getting married tomorrow, though I can almost see my father’s disapproving frown and the looks of disgust on Holly’s and Elizabeth’s faces. Needless to say, those three won’t be attending as far as I know. And I think I’d be perfectly content if they stayed away completely. I’ve yet to confront my father about the things I’ve been told regarding his threatening to kick Samantha out of this house while I was “dead,” and I’m not about to do it today of all days. There will be a time and place for that and I prefer to enjoy my happiness.

Around dinnertime, Claire declares it’s time for the boys to leave until tomorrow morning. Of course, her phrasing was slightly more colorful after I told her she can’t kick me out of my own home. The glare she gave me could peel paint and I decided I’d like to live to see my wedding day, so I went upstairs with Tyler to pack a bag for the night. Samantha follows me to our bedroom and we take very good advantage of the time alone, though we never get to the really good stuff, because my wonderful baby sister is out in the hallway telling me to hurry up.

“There’s still time,” I tell Samantha, glancing down at my watch. “We can sneak out, fly to Vegas, and elope. We won’t have to deal with all this crap.”

She giggles, snuggling up next to me on the bed. “And when we get back, Claire will kill us,” she informs me. “Not sure an Elvis impersonator is worth all that.”

“I think I have to wholeheartedly disagree with that,” I respond, “but as you wish.” I force myself to roll away from her, stand up, and straighten my clothes before helping her up and pulling her against me, resting my lips against her forehead. “I’m going to miss you tonight.”

I can feel her smile against my neck. “It’s only one night,” she reminds me. “But I’ll miss you too.” She wraps her arms around my waist and takes a deep breath, and I know she’s breathing me in to hold her over until tomorrow. “Don’t have too much fun without me?”

Chuckling, I kiss her again. “Not possible to have fun without you, but I’ll certainly try. Are you going to survive with just Claire and your sister and my niece tonight?”

“We’ll find out, won’t we?”

“Well, if worse comes to worse, hide the bodies and I’ll help you bury them in the morning before the wedding,” I tell her.

She starts shaking in silent laughter. “That’s terrible,” she informs me, her voice uneven. “But I’ll take it under advisement.”

We pull away from each other slightly and spend the next several minutes kissing before I move away with a reluctant groan. “I should go before Claire bursts in here,” I say. “But I will see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you will,” she responds with a grin. And I have no choice but to kiss her again for looking so adorable.

It’s another fifteen minutes before we rejoin everybody downstairs and Claire is obviously trying to keep distance between Samantha and me. Realizing she’s really going to kick me out of my house for the night, I grab my son and Bandit and follow my brother-in-law and nephews out the door. The only thing stopping me cancelling the evening’s plans is the thought that twenty-four hours from now, I’ll be married to Samantha again and all will be right with the world.

Well. Mostly.

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Despite my protests, my bachelor party for want of a better word is actually going pretty well. We don’t have half-naked women all over place, since we’ve got the kids with us. We’ve exchanged the booze for soda. And we’re having a Batman movie marathon rather than doing whatever men normally do. The last was Tyler’s contribution to the night. He picked out all the movies while his cousins chose the junk food, and they were all so very proud of themselves that all Danny, Marcus, and I could do was go along with whatever else they have planned.

An hour or so after we arrive at my brother-in-law’s house, the doorbell rings and I inwardly, desperately, hope Danny and Marcus haven’t decided to hire a stripper after all. There’s no doubt in my mind that Tyler would relay everything about it to his mother, and his mother would not be pleased with me, even if it wasn’t my idea. Danny, however, seems to think it’s the pizza he ordered and I begin to breathe easily. At least until I hear the voice at the door and i feel a sinking sensation in my stomach.

“Problem?” Marcus asks.

“That’s Sam’s brother,” I mutter back, glancing around the corner where Jimmy and Danny are talking quietly. “He’s not my biggest fan.”

Marcus snorts a laugh. “In my experience, most people aren’t your biggest fans,” he responds. I glare at him. “Need me to run interference?”

Tempted as I am, I shake my head, knowing Jimmy is probably here to see me and it would probably be easier if I just deal with this now. The sooner he’s gone, the sooner I could get on with my night. I head out into the hallway and Danny looks between me and my again-soon-to-be brother-in-law uncertainly. Giving him a tight smile, I tell him I’ll catch up with them in a minute, gesturing for Jimmy to follow me out back. Neither of us speaks until we’ve each got a beer in our hands and we’re settled on the back deck.