Miles Ever After (Miles High Series)(17)

We all laugh and I shake my head in disbelief. “Who the hell am I these days?”

“Maybe you’re pregnant too?” Christopher winks.

“Fuck off.”

We’re out on the terrace of my penthouse, as hungover as all fuck. What was supposed to be a quiet night with my boys ended up in a rowdy card game with my brothers as well. They ended up all staying here and I don’t know what happened, one minute we were playing cards and then Jameson brought out a case of Dalmore Scotch, next minute, all seven of us were dancing on the furniture.

Even Patrick.

I look in at the boys as they play PlayStation. “You reckon it’s late enough for them to get dressed yet?”

“They can’t get dirty now, surely?” Jameson shrugs.

“You’d be surprised.” I glance at my watch. “Yeah it’s getting close, we leave in just over an hour.” I stick my head in through the glass doors. “Start getting ready, boys.”

“Yes, finally.” Patrick drops the remote like a hot potato and runs upstairs at full speed.

“I think he’s excited.” Elliot smiles.

“I fucking love that kid,” Christopher says as he watches him disappear out of view. “I’m excited too.”

I drain my glass of champagne. “I’m going to go and help them.” I pat my suit pockets. “Jay, you’ve got the rings, right?”

He pats his jacket inside pocket to check. “Yep.”

“Elliot?” I ask.

Elliot pulls out folded pieces of paper from his pocket. “Got the speeches.”

“Christopher?” I ask him.

“I know, I know. No photos.” He ticks his finger. “Check, check, double fucking check, if I see a phone I’m going ham.”

I don’t want any details of the wedding to leak to the press, it’s just not happening.

“Okay.” My brothers may not be acting as my official groomsmen in the church, but they are unofficially still my groomsmen.

I couldn’t do this without them.

“Okay, I’m getting the boys ready.” I slap Jameson on the back as I walk past him into the house. “Back soon.”

I take the stairs and walk down the hall; Patrick is in one bathroom showering and Fletcher is in another I find Harry lying on his bed in his room. “How come you aren’t in the shower?” I ask him.

“I was thinking.” He scrunches his pillow up and rolls it under his head as he lies on his back as if he has all the time in the world.

Fuck me, not now.

“About what?” I take his suit bag from his wardrobe and hang it from the door.

“I think I need to shave today…you know, for the wedding.”

My eyes flick over to him, he doesn’t have one fucking whisker. “Do you now?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” I throw my hands out and gesture to the bathroom. “So go shave.”

“Yeah but…” he continues, “…it’s going to take time.”

“So don’t get any ideas about shaving your two pubes, we are in a hurry today.”

“Why would I shave my pubes?” He frowns.

“I don’t know. Why do you do any of the weird shit you do?” I throw a towel at him. “Get up.”

He exhales heavily and drags himself into the bathroom and closes the door.

Seriously….

I hear Patrick’s shower turn off and I walk into his bedroom, his suit is already laid out on his bed and I smile as I look over it. His bathroom door opens and he appears with a towel around his waist. I go to his wardrobe and grab a bottle of deodorant and pass it over to him. “Wear deodorant today.”

He looks at it in his hand and then back up at me. “Why, I’m just a kid. I don’t sweat.”

“I’m not taking any chances. You will smell nice today if it kills you.”

“Okay then.” He rolls his eyes in an overdramatic way. “Fine.”

“Call me when you’re dressed and I’ll do your tie.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t forget your vest,” I remind him as I walk out of the room, I head down to Fletcher. His bedroom is at the end of the hall, I find him already dressed in his suit and doing his tie in the mirror, I feel myself relax a little bit. “That’s my boy.” I slap him on the back as he looks in the mirror at himself. “Do I look okay?” he asks.

“You look great, man.” I take over doing his tie for him.

He gives me a proud smile. “I do, don’t I?”

“Argh,” We hear a cry come from Harry’s room. “Tristan.”

“Fuck’s sake, what now?” I whisper as I march down the hall.

Harry has a towel around his waist, the hot water is running and the bathroom is full of steam. He is holding a flannel to his face and there is blood everywhere.

“What the fuck is happening in here?” I gasp.

“I nicked myself shaving.”

I lift the flannel back to see a huge laceration to his lip and my eyes bulge. “You shaved your lip? In what universe do you shave your fucking lip? You don’t shave a lip, nobody shaves a lip. Everybody knows you don’t shave a fucking lip.”