“Because, right now, she’s planning the grandest wedding Nashville has ever seen.”
My phone buzzes with a text from Ember: 311!!! 311!!
“Gotta go reel Mom in. She’s freaking Ember out.”
“Told you,” Thad grunts.
I walk inside just as the next wave of people come through the door. Blake, Charlie, Nate, and Cooper all walk in. Charlie goes straight to the group of women with a clearly uncomfortable Ember in the middle.
“I told you!” she yells and grabs Ember’s hand.
The guys each give Ember a hug then go to the back with Declan following. I squeeze through the group and pull her to my side, kissing her forehead lightly.
“You guys smothering my fiancée?”
“Hardly, we’re talking about the wedding. I’m trying to convince Ember that next fall would be a great time to get married.”
“No,” I say.
“No?” Ember questions me.
“No fucking way. We’re not waiting that long. How about March?”
“March?” my mom asks, horrified. “There’s no way we can plan an event like this in a few months.”
“I hate to say it, Robbie, but I’m due in March. It would suck to be big as a house at your wedding,” Raven tells me.
“She’s going to be a bridesmaid,” Ember explains.
“All right, let’s do it in December. We don’t want anything huge, anyways.”
My mom’s face heats up, and she looks like she’s going to explode.
“We can’t do December. That’s when Abbi and Jimi are getting married,” Ember says quietly.
I look at all the women, and Charlie’s the only one grinning.
“April, and that’s the longest I’ll wait. That’s pretty gracious, considering the fact that I want to take Ember to Vegas tomorrow.”
My mom gasps as Raven bursts into laughter. “Oh my God! You and Declan are both crazy.”
“Beginning to see where he was coming from,” I tell her, remembering Declan trying to elope.
“I can do April.” Ember links her hand through mine. “Or I can do Vegas, too.”
“Are both my children going to rob me of a big wedding? This is what mothers dream about, and twice, my kids have stolen it away.”
“Mom, I really didn’t have a choice. And you still had your big party.” Raven tries to help.
“Ugh! I’m not even sure we can pull it off in six months.”
“Jenna, I want something small and intimate. I don’t have a lot of family. The people that are most important are all here locally.”
Mom’s face softens when she realizes Ember’s social circuit is much smaller than hers.
“I can do that. But promise me you won’t go to Vegas.”
“I make no promises. You get out of control, we’ll leave immediately,” I tell her seriously.