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Chapter 35

"Mum, go on!" I hissed, pushing her towards the church doors. "You look amazing. Dad will die on the spot. Everything will be fine!" I laughed.

She nodded and inhaled deeply, breathing out quickly.

The music strikes up.

This was the cue.

Well I never.

I gawp slightly when I see who's standing next to Dad.

Who's best man.

Mr Poynter himself.

Holding Elijah in his arms.

I had wondered why my little brother wasn't with us in the car. Forgot he was a boy. And I mean that in the nicest way possible.

I just forgot.

Dougie looks kind of cute holding him.

B*llocks.

SHUT UP!

This is hopeless.

Sh|te, am meant to be moving.

"Hi." Dougie mouths from where he's stood, my baby brother wriggling in his arms. I smile in response and blush.

"You look beautiful." Dad whispers, leaning towards mum as she finally stands beside him.

"You don't scrub up too badly either, Judd." She smirks, her voice wavering. They're both as bad as each other with this nerves thing.

"We are gathered here today, to witness the joining of these here to persons in holy matrimony…" The fat balding vicar began.

This could take a while..

I don't think I can take an hour of his voice.

"Umm.. Thank you, Danny." Mum smiled, eyeing the spatula in her hand warily, then at the brightly coloured paper it had been wrapped up in. "Why?"

"I wanted to buy you something you didn't have." He beamed back at her. "And I noticed you didn't have a spatula. So.. Ta-da."

"Thank you, Danny." Mum repeated herself and hugged him.

If this was a party, I was still waiting for it to start.

After an hour.

I thought everyone's meant to be completely sh|tfaced at these gatherings.

Instead, they're still opening presents.

Then again, they did invite over two hundred people.

So it's obvious there's a lot to unwrap.

"Hey." I felt two hands on my hips, and lips press gently to the base of my neck. I looked around and stepped backwards with the mystery hands, out of the room and out of view.

"Hello." I smiled, turning to face Dougie who grinned mischievously. It's moments like that I can almost see the teenager reappearing. "I hear we're dance partners for the night."

"I heard that too." He nodded. "I guess we'll just have to now, won't we?"

"Why yes we will."

There is some amusement in talking to each other like this.

Honest.

We're not actually as thick as we make each other out to be.

"Doug," I laughed slightly, noticing a staining on his shoulder. "You have baby sick on you."

"Yeah, your brother doesn't like to keep a lot of stuff down. Especially when I'm around, and I didn't want to tae him out of the church to miss the big moment. So I let him chuck up." Dougie grumbled. "On me."

"That's really sweet. In a very disgusting way." I giggled.

"Don't do that." he moaned.

"Do what?" I asked.

"That thing with your face." He screwed his eyes shut.

"I was born this way." I muttered, not really understanding what he had meant.

"That thing you do. With your eyes." He rubbed his on eyes and opened them again, peering at me. "Makes me want to f*ck you on the spot."

"Do you want kids?" I asked.

Sh|t.

Why did I say that.

Talk about timing.

"I er.. What?" He exclaimed.

"Forget I said that." I mumbled, not waiting for an answer, turning and quickly making my way back in to the main hall where everyone was. I stood beside Dad. The best thing about him not knowing, is the fact Dougie can't talk to me about anything we just discussed now he's with me. Thank god.

"You ready for a dance?" Dad smiled, slinging an arm around me for a sideways hug.

"I guess so." I shrugged.

"What's wrong?" He asked, noticing my lack of enthusiasm

"I can't dance." I replied.

I'm astonished at how quickly I can come up with lies.

Although, I can't actually dance.

To my knowledge anyway.

Never tried.

"Well, I'm sure Dougie can keep you on your feet." Dad smiled and took mums hand, leading her to the middle of the room as the music began to chime flawlessly.

I watched them as they took to the floor.

I swear I'm turning green.

Their lives are so perfect.

Well, not perfect.

Nothing is.

I should be happy.

Then why aren't I?

I barely noticed a hand slip in to mine.

I barely noticed being pulled to the dance floor as people around us joined mum and dad.

I barely noticed finger tips trailing up my waist and back down to my hips in circular movements.

"I'm sorry I asked you that." I mumbled, my head lifting slowly, my gaze meeting Dougie's. He smiled and took hold of my hands, placing them on his shoulders, linking at the back of his neck. He returned his own to my hips.

"Were you suggesting it?" He asked, barely in a whisper.

"I was curious" I replied.

Damn!

Tell the truth woman!

"But.." I began. "If you… I would… Yes…"

I sighed.

How lame am I?

"Then I'm going to get you pregnant." He grinned, his lips meeting with mine.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!"

Shit.

Forgot Dad was in here too.

As well as the other two hundred.

Bugger.