“Damn, bro. You serious?” Shades turned, frowning at Ghost.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so you big secretive bastard!” Shades shrugged out of his cut and slipped the white shirt on, then put his cut back on.
Ghost dragged him to the courtyard, where he watched Shades’ eyes take in the decorations.
“Damn, when’d you do all this?”
“Never mind that now, just shut up and stand here with me,” Gh
ost grumbled, pulling Shades to the altar. They waited while everyone took their seats.
Ghost’s eyes connected with Tink’s at the back of the aisle, and he gave her a slight nod. She nodded back, and disappeared out of sight.
***
Shades glanced at the minister standing at the altar as some recorded music began to play, and he leaned to Ghost’s ear. “Think it through, bro. You sure you want to do this? Last chance to run for the hills.”
“I’m sure.”
Shades tried one last attempt. “Call me old fashioned, but what’s wrong with living in sin?”
“Remind me later today that you said that,” Ghost tried to hold back his grin.
“Maybe there’s a very small chance you aren’t about to make the biggest mistake of your life,” Shades continued teasing.
“You’re right. I changed my mind.” Ghost changed places with Shades, shoving him forward.
“Dude, I was just giving you hell,” Shades tried to apologize. “I like Jessie. Hell, marry the girl if that’s what you want.”
The strains of The Wedding March began to play and everyone stood. Shades turned to look and saw Skylar standing at the end of the aisle. She was dressed in a long white wedding gown, a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and the other tucked in Undertakers arm. She looked beautiful, and his mouth dropped open.
“Close your mouth, bro,” Ghost said under his breath to him.
“You know about this, asshole?” Shades whispered back, his stomach dropping to the floor.
“Found out about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Just breathe, buddy. You got this.”
She came down the aisle on Undertaker’s arm. And Goddamn if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She practically floated with the most radiant smile on her face.
“Surprise, baby,” she whispered as they stopped in front of him.
He nodded, huffing out a laugh. “Yeah, I’ll say.” Then he sobered. “You look gorgeous, Sky.”
“Gorgeous enough to marry me, Shades?”
Undertaker glared at him. “Only one acceptable answer to that, son.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The ceremony was a blur. He remembered the minister asking him for a ring, and he’d looked at the man stupidly, with the panicked thought running through his head that crap, he had no wedding band to put on her finger, until Ghost had tapped his shoulder and extended a plain gold band to him.
Fuck, they’d thought of everything.