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Chapter Seven: Jaitlyn Wedding, Part Two
A loud buzzing sounded from somewhere to Nate's right and he growled and blindly reached toward it. He heard a soft whine from the bundle that was snuggled into his chest as his hand slammed down on top of the alarm clock. The buzzing stopped and Nate slowly opened his eyes. He looked down at his chest and smiled sleepily at the top of Ella's head. He placed a kiss there, and rubbed her arm.
"Did you set the alarm?" Ella asked sleepily.
"No, the last person who stayed in this room must have," he said with a sigh.
"What time is it?" Ella asked as she squinted at the sunlight streaming through the window.
He glanced over at the alarm clock and groaned. "Eight in the morning."
"Oh my God, why? We're in Hawaii, and we have nothing to do until six o'clock. Why are we up? We were up far too late last night to be awake right now."
"Yes we were," He said with a smirk. "Totally worth it, though."
Ella chuckled and hummed happily. "Definitely worth it."
Nate's stomach growled and Ella chuckled again.
"We're going to have to get up aren't we?" She asked knowingly.
"My stomach apparently wants food. Sorry, I can't help it. What about you? Are you hungry?" He asked as he pulled her closer.
She shrugged. "I could eat, I guess. Since it's your stomach that's making us get out of bed, can I have the first shower?"
He chuckled. "Fine, just save me some hot water, please?"
She grinned at him as she sat up. "I make no promises."
She grabbed her robe off the floor and wrapped it around her as she walked to the bathroom. She smiled at her reflection. Her hair was a mess and she still had traces of make up on her face. She didn't really mind though. The mornings she woke up like this were often her favorites. She knew that as soon as the girls saw her she'd be in for some teasing. She was definitely glowing a little today. The girls would notice that.
She ran her fingers through her hair and attempted to straighten out a few knots before she hopped in the shower. It was no good though. They were stuck. She pulled her hair to one side in order to try one last time, but the minute she picked her hair up off of her neck she froze.
"Shit!" She cursed as she examined her neck. "God, Nate!"
He immediately stuck his head into the bathroom. "What? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"You gave me a hickey!" She yelled as she pointed to the dark red mark on her neck.
He blinked at her in confusion. "So?"
"Nate! In two days I have to wear a strapless dress. How am I supposed to keep this hidden?" She asked frantically.
He shrugged. "I don't know; keep your hair over it? That's what you usually do."
"Caitlyn's going to have her hair down at the wedding," She told him with a glare.
"Again I ask, so?"
"The bridesmaids have to have their hair up. That means I can't use my hair to hide it, and I don't think concealer will cover it up either! I mean, it might make it lighter, but—oh my God. Caitlyn is going to kill me. You just had to give me a hickey, didn't you? You couldn't help yourself," She said with a frustrated sigh as she turned to look at Nate.
He smirked at her in amusement. "No, I couldn't. You were the one who decided to wear that dress."
"Well, I—you—ugh! Stop smirking at me! I can't yell at you when you smirk like that!"
He laughed softly and stepped into her space. He used the loose collar of her robe to pull her against him. "Maybe," He said with a mischievous grin. "I should just give you another one on the other side of your neck. At least then it would be symmetrical."
She smiled slowly as he snaked his arms around her waist. She tried to wiggle away but he held her tighter. She giggled as she shoved gently at his shoulders. "Nate! Don't you dare."
She whined as she felt his lips land on her neck. She placed a hand on either side of his face and pulled him back.
She glared playfully at him. "I thought you were hungry?"
"My stomach can wait a bit longer," He said with a lop-sided grin. He pulled her hands away and placed his lips on the corner of her jaw just below her ear.
She relaxed in his arms almost instantly. "Fine, but do not give me another hickey, Mister."
When Nate and Ella finally made it downstairs the staff was just getting ready to put breakfast away.
"Oh," Caitlyn said with a smirk when she saw them. She stopped a woman from taking away a bowl full of fruit. "We have a couple of late comers. Could you leave everything out for just a bit longer?"
"Of course, Miss," The woman said cheerfully as she returned to the kitchen.
Jason chuckled at them as they sat down. "You two almost missed breakfast. Late night?"
Caitlyn laughed and nudged Jason's shoulder. "Or early morning."
"Knowing them, though," Jason said with a teasing smile. "Probably both."
Caitlyn and Jason laughed lightly as Ella blushed and Nate glared.
"And why are you two eating so late?" Nate asked.
Jason blushed and cleared his throat while Caitlyn chuckled.
"For all the same reasons, Nate," Caitlyn said with a grin.
Ella brushed her hair back over her shoulder as she reached for a piece of toast and Caitlyn gasped. Ella paused and fearfully looked up at the bride-to-be.
"Ella, is that a hickey?" Caitlyn asked.
Ella bit her bottom lip and pointed at Nate. "His fault! Yell at him! Not me!"
"Hey!" Nate yelled as he grabbed her finger and pointed it away from him. He looked up at Caitlyn and Jason. "She wore that black dress! It's not like I could stop myself."
Caitlyn laughed at them. "Why would I yell at anyone?"
"Well, be—because the dresses are strapless and you want us to wear our hair up?" Ella said hesitantly.
"It's not a big deal, Ella. Wear your hair down if you want. Or wear it up and let everyone see the hickey. I don't care. I never conceal mine," Caitlyn said with a shrug.
"Uh, o-okay," Ella said awkwardly. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, honestly, it's fine," Caitlyn smirked as she pushed her own hair back.
Ella spotted the red mark on Caitlyn's neck and laughed. "Oh, I see."
"It seems that outfit you put together for me last night worked out really well," Caitlyn told her as she leaned into Jason slightly.
Jason cleared his throat again and put an arm around Caitlyn's shoulders. "Yeah, ah, thanks for that, Ella. You're very good at your job."
"So," Caitlyn said as she picked up her coffee mug and looked at Ella. "What's the plan for today?"
"Well, all of us girls are having lunch at around one, and then you, Lola, and myself are going shopping while the other girls get the second floor living room ready. Then we come back here for the bachelorette party of the century," Ella told her with a secretive smile.
"I totally can not wait," Caitlyn said excitedly. "You guys planned something amazing right?"
"Caitlyn, it's us. Of course, it's amazing."
"What are we doing, Nate?" Jason asked.
Nate shrugged. "I don't know. Shane took over the bachelor party stuff. He wouldn't let me near it."
Jason groaned. "Great. I should be scared, right?"
Nate nodded. "Very."
Nate glared at Shane from across the room. He'd hired a stripper. Jason had specifically told him not to, and now Jason was sitting in a chair with a terrified look on his face as a strange woman danced in front of him and touched him flirtatiously.
The stripper moved away from Jason for a moment and Nate decided enough was enough. He pulled Jason from the chair and led him quickly from the room. Once they were in the hall Jason gave Nate a relieved look.
"Thank you. I—that was very awkward for me."
Nate chuckled. "I could tell, Jase. You had that same look on your face the first time Shane made you watch Saw."
Jason shuddered. "I hate that movie."
"Me too, honestly."
Jason paused thoughtfully. "You…you don't think the girls have a stripper do you?"
Nate's brow furrowed and he shook his head. "Nah, I don't think so."
"So, where's my stripper?" Caitlyn asked Ella eagerly.
Ella and Mitchie shared a look before Ella spoke. "We didn't hire one, Cait. We didn't think you'd want one."
"What? Seriously?" She asked with wide eyes. "This is my bachelorette party, and I don't have a stripper? That's no fun!"
"I—we're sorry, Caity," Mitchie said as she bit her bottom lip. "I don't know if we can find one this late though—"
"Guys," Lola said suddenly with a smirk. "I totally have a solution. Hold on."
Lola ran off and made a phone call, and when she came back she grinned evilly at them. "So, funny story…I met this lifeguard on the beach today, and Sander was with me so I made a show of getting the guys number to make him jealous—"
The girls all laughed softly at her.
"What?" She asked defensively. "I have to get him to make a move somehow, don't I? Anyway, turns out hot life guard is a part time stripper. That managed to come up while he was pretending to flirt with me this afternoon. He's already on his way. I'm telling you, Caity, you will love him. He's hot."
There was a knock at the door and Lola wiggled her eyebrows at them. "That's him." Lola turned to Caitlyn and shoved her toward a chair. "Go find a seat, Bride-to-be. You're bachelorette party is about to begin."
Ella rubbed her eyes as she tiredly stumbled down the hall to her room. It was four in the morning. The party had gone until four in the morning. Alcohol, karaoke, and one very hot lifeguard-stripper made girls do some very crazy things. She opened the door and found Nate sitting on the bed in sweats and a t-shirt. He smirked at her.
"Long party?" He asked with a laugh.
"Caitlyn is insane. I love her, but she's crazy."
"And you're just now realizing this?" He asked.
"No, no I knew it…I just didn't know to what degree until tonight."
"I'm guessing you're not going to let her plan your bachelorette party?" He asked teasingly as he pulled back the covers on her side of the bed and patted the mattress. He got under covers himself as Ella joined him on the bed. She snuggled into his side.
"I'm not having a bachelorette party."
"You're not?" He asked in a surprised tone.
"No, I'm having a lingerie party."
His eyes widened. "That…sounds way better than a bachelorette party. That means what I think it means right? People giving you lots of lingerie?"
She laughed and kissed his jaw. "Yes, that's what it means."
"Yes, you should definitely have one of those."
He rolled over on top of her and she squealed softly. "Na-ate, I'm tired!"
"You shouldn't have brought up lingerie. Your fault," He said with a smirk before he began to kiss her neck. She tried to shove him away but he quickly pinned her wrists over her head. His lips finally found hers and she sighed happily. He pulled away and grinned at her. "Still tired?"
"Oh, just shut up and keep kissing me," She told him with a soft laugh. "I can sleep later."
