Page 135 of Conception
Branson echoes my sentiments.
“I know. And thanks. Love you assholes.”
And just like that, we’re back to normal.
After Branson’s toast filled with anecdotes from our childhood and Dad in the office, I start to sweat. I’m not one for speeches, but Dad deserves this. And I want to give it to him.
“Thank you all for coming to celebrate our dad with us. I hope you enjoy the party!” Branson’s about to pass the microphone off to the maestro when I hop up onto stage.
“Hold up. Can I have the mic for a second?”
Branson raises an eyebrow in my direction but shrugs as I walk towards him. “You, making a speech?” he asks as he hands me the mic
I shrug back. “I’ve been known to do it once or twice. Only when it really matters.”
“You’re actually doing this in public?” he questions.
“Should I not? Are you having second thoughts?”
Branson barely lets the words get through before he wraps me up in big bro bear hug. “Knox, I couldn’t think of anything better. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Damn him.
“Branson, I know I’ve never said this…” I trail off, wanting to say the words that just won’t come out of my damn mouth. “But I, uh…”
He slaps a hand on my shoulder. I look up and, for the first time in forever, realize I’m practically staring in a mirror. “I know, Knox. I fucking love you, too.”
Blowing out a breath of air, I run my free hand over my freshly buzzed hair. “Uh. Pretty sure you all know me,” I say into the mic toward the crowd. “I may not be as dapper or articulate as Branson, but I think I can hold my own.”
Damn, there are a lot of people here. It’s warming to know that my dad has so many who care about him. Hell, even my best friends and their families are here. Over the past five years, we’ve all entwined in each other lives in such a way that I don’t think we’ll ever not be family, even if we aren’t all blood. And I fucking love it.
“Before I begin, I have to give props to my mom. It couldn’t have been easy raising three boys who were the spitting image of their stubborn father…”
“Hey!” Cohen shouts from somewhere in the crowd. Chuckles echo around him because everyone knows Cohen’s only stubborn when it comes to his wife.
“Okay, two stubborn boys and one who was constantly bringing injured animals home so he could try to tend to their wounds. And thank god for it, because Cohen, you probably saved Dad’s life. So, thanks to you, little bro. You’re a pain in my ass, but I love you.”
A round of awwws forces me to clear my throat and take a drink of the champagne Branson hands me.
“I also have to thank my wife, Charlie. Most of you know the dirty, gritty details of what happened, so I don’t need to get into here. I spent ten years outside of the family fold, and to be honest, I never thought I’d really be part of the Wellingtons anymore. It wasn’t until I met Charlie that I learned life isn’t so black and white. Perceptions are a bitch when you’re eighteen and think you know everything. It wasn’t until Charlie that I realized I actually had the capacity for forgiveness. That I could own up to my own failings, misgivings, whatever the hell you want to call them. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that she taught me true, unconditional love and what it means to be a family. Charlie, come up here, sweetheart.”
As she ascends to the stage, all eyes are on her. And I don’t blame one soul. She’s freaking gorgeous in a swaying, emerald-green sundress that shows off her excellent tan.
“Hi.” My usually confident wife waves with a shy smile to the crowd. “I’m Charlie.”
Everyone laughs because it’s an asinine statement. Everyone here knows who she is. And if they don’t? They’ve already asked someone who the breathtaking brunette is here with. Sure, my chest puffs up a bit at knowing she’s with me. Six fucking years and nothing’s changed.
Charlie wraps one arm around my waist and then presses the other to my chest. Her eyes shine up at me. “Ready?” she mouths.
I answer her with a sweet kiss to her lips. I could continue this moment for eternity, but even with as much as I love showing off my wife, this is one department that is for me only.
Throats clear and I glance over to see Branson grinning. Ari’s drawn to his side, a toddler on one hip and another clinging to her legs. What a fucking life us Wellingtons lead.
“Speech!”
I scour the crowd and find Cohen’s devilish grin egging me on. He has zero idea what’s going on. Branson and Charlie are the only ones who know.
I kiss my wife’s lips then glance out to the crowd. “Dad. Where are you?”
