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I don’t know how I would survive in a warmer climate again anyway. Hopefully I never get traded.

“So, Logan… Your last night as a bachelor. How does it feel?” Nolan slurs and chugs another beer before tossing the empty can into the snow behind him.

Logan chuckles and shrugs his broad shoulders. “She’s the one, man. I’m stoked to be marrying her tomorrow. We booked a honeymoon for the summer so that we can have a whole month. We're going to Bora Bora and then Hawaii.”

I nod and sip on my beer, wanting to gag. It tastes like shit. “Damn, that sounds amazing.”

Nolan and Landon start playing some drinking game and Blake and I relax side by side as we watch the other guys start peppering Logan with questions about the wedding tomorrow. How many single women are showing up, what type of food. Closest hotel. Apparently I was one of the only smart ones that booked way in advance.

Morgan sits back watching us all like it’s a damn comedy show and shakes his head. He’s been married for like ten years and has three kids, I don’t think he even remembers what it’s like to be single. Well, maybe he’ll find out soon.

I have noticed that he’s been coming out a lot more lately. I need to pull him aside to ask him if he’s alright. Maybe tomorrow.

It’s going to be a good night, it has been a fucking good night partying with all of my favorite people. Watching the ball drop at the reception on projector screens, partying some more, then crashing at the hotel. I just hope Alex doesn’t get too upset.

I also booked a suite for Marie and the girls so that they could use my driver to head over there instead of driving home in the dark, in the snow. Hell no.

It was a part of their Christmas gifts, so they couldn’t say no anyway.

I also took them all shopping for their dresses and shoes and got them gift certificates to get their hair and makeup done last weekend. Marie said she was waiting because she didn’t know how big she was going to be, and then forgot about it.

Marie scowled at me when she opened up all of her presents on Christmas morning and the ones for the babies.

More merch, but it’s worth it. Those babies deserve to be spoiled as much as she’s always spoiled my sisters since they came into the world. Shit. I need to slow down on the alcohol. I’m getting too fucking sappy.

If I ever would have children, I would hope Marie was the mother of them. Not that it’s ever going to happen.

“What are you thinking about so hard over there man?” Nolan grunts at me and I blink over to him.

The steam is billowing from the hot water and I chuckle to myself when the lights change from red to orange. Definitely not Nolan’s color.

“Nothing much. I think I’m going to head to bed. See you assholes in the morning,” I wave and dry off before heading down the halls to the guest rooms.

I jump into the soft bed naked and decide on showering in the morning. In my intoxicated state, I would probably somehow drown in the shower anyway.

Good night world.

Chapter 11

Marie

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The girls and I hop in the limo that’s taking us to the wedding venue. I groan. We’ve been plucked, buffed, and primped to death for hours.

“I’m already exhausted,” Alyssa moans as she grabs water from the bar across from us.

I nod and yawn. “I feel you. I woke up at four to pee and couldn’t go back to sleep. At least we can leave early and head to the hotel whenever we want. There’s going to be fireworks at 11:45 and you girls can watch from the balcony or something.”

Caroline hums, nodding against my shoulder. “Good idea. I can’t believe James did all of this for us.”

I send her a look and roll my eyes. “Yes you can. He’s always been like this. He’s just been an idiot for a couple of months.”

We stay silent for the rest of the drive and I’m able to get a quick nap in. Thank goodness Logan and Bianca promisedthere’s going to be plenty of seating available during the reception so that I don’t cry about my feet hurting or swelling. I can’t wait to crawl into bed and it’s only five o’clock.

The driver pulls up to the country club and opens the door for us, slowly helping me out to wobble on my feet. I smile at him and hand him a tip before I step aside and wait for the girls.

“The tip is already taken care of, ma’am,” The man replies, tipping his hat to me. He tries to hand me the money and I wave him away.

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