One Bride for Five Brothers

“Actually, yes,” I admit.

I step out of my simple housedress and stand there in just my slip for a moment. Hank eyes me hungrily, just as passionate about my body now as he was the very first time. He never seems to waver in his lust. He is as constant as the sun.

“You’re starting to show,” he smiles, biting his lip.

“Do you think so?” I ask, turning slightly to see my outlines. I suppose he’s right. My belly is already rounded and full. There’s no sign it’s twins again… but then again there’s no sign it isn’t, either. Could be.

“When do I get you to myself again?” he murmurs as he picks the dress up carefully off the mattress.

“Only the rest of your life,” I reply sweetly.

He winks, grinning. “Good answer.

I step into the glorious dress and allow him to fasten the buttons one by one. Each button sends a chill through me, a nervous electrical current. But the time he's done, I'm sizzling.

His hands drift over me as I stand in front of the mirror. I look like something out of a magazine. The pregnancy glow makes me shine. That, and an internal joy like I’ve never known.

Hank is gorgeous in his fitted blue suit, all shaven and respectable looking. There’s a soft knock on the door and it opens. Tim and Tom arrive, snapping their lapels down smartly.

“You guys look amazing,” I gasp, struggling to breathe. The three of them in a row are simply breathtaking. So handsome, so strong. They wear those custom-made Armani suits with ease, just as much ease as red flannel, toolbelts, and blue jeans.

“Come on then,” Tim winks, the bare notch in his eyebrow twitching. “I think your dad is ready to do his job.”

“Oh, come on… are we really doing all that?”

“What can I say,” Tom shrugs. “We’re just a bunch of traditional guys at heart.”

The sound of my dress rustling as we walk back through the house is like something familiar, and I realize it almost sounds like the twins’ heartbeats, the first time I heard them. That tremendous rustling, that whooshing that changed our lives forever.

I walk through the kitchen and out onto the back patio, where the whole place has been decorated with garlands of flowers, ribbons, and lights.

“You guys,” I sigh. “Did you do all this?”

“Actually, your mom did,” Charlie says, leaning in close.

I stare over at my mom, where she is standing with Bella in her arms. Next to her, Hannah holds Earl close to her giant bosom, bouncing him and scowling in her own affectionate way.

I feel a tug at my elbow and look up, startled, to see my dad smiling down on me. He offers me his arm and I slip my hand through it. As if in a dream, he guides me forward to where a pudgy, startled pastor stands there, nervously holding a black book between his hands.

I hear the quiet strains of a guitar and glance over to see Tom plucking out a melody on a nylon string. Dad and I walk slowly across the patio, until he releases me in front of the pastor. He nudges my chin up so that he can place a single, lingering kiss on my forehead.

“I'm so happy you have found your bliss,” he whispers, before joining my mother on the side.

“Ahem, well, so,” the pastor starts. His jowls tremble as he begins talking.

Though he's nervous, honestly, I could not care less what he says. I'm glad he's here, but I'm even more glad for Stan, Hank, Tim, Tom, and Charlie. They gather around me, blindingly handsome in their matching midnight blue suits. I gaze up at each of their faces individually as the sunlight streams on our mountain palace.

We exchange rings, binding ourselves to each other for eternity, though we probably didn't need rings to do this. I feel as though I am woven with them, sewn into the fabric of their lives just as they are sewn into mine.

It's a perfect fairytale ending, and a perfect fairytale beginning too.

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