Page 99 of Our Broken Pieces
“Did you ever see yourself getting married before all of this with your father?”
“Maybe.”
“What about kids? I know your dad talks about grandchildren, but do you ever want to be a dad?”
“I’m not sure. Sometimes, I think about my childhood and don’t want to make the same mistakes with a child of my own. But then I think about doing better, being the dad I didn’t have.”
“I can understand that.”
“I think Millie has really changed how I feel toward children. I would just hope I could have such a chill baby.”
“It’s weird hearing you say the word baby.”
He laughs. “Why?”
“Just is.”
“What about you?”
“I’ve always wanted to get married. I thought I would be married by twenty-eight. My teenage mind thought I would be settled by then, but that certainly didn’t work out. I love kids, but right now, I’m happy to be the fun aunt. I’ve thought about adoption a lot over the years. Give a child a home that I never had.”
“I think that’s awesome, G.” He slings his arm around my shoulders. “Want to go home and take a nap? That wore me out.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Marcus
Icalled my brother to give him our wedding date and ask him to be my best man. Although I felt a twinge of guilt for not choosing Jax or Linc, it just felt right for my brother to be there. He’s been by my side my entire life, and it made sense that he should stand with me as I say my vows.
It’s been two weeks since Gigi and I left the hotel and she mentioned the way she would want to get married. Honestly, it would be so much easier, and so much more fun, to elope and celebrate the way we want. A few days away, before the spectacle of my father’s version of the perfect wedding, would be the ideal way to unwind.
Gigi has done so much to help me, putting her life on hold to make sure I inherited the business, always sticking by my side,so she deserves to have some fun in the midst of all this. We never know what this life will bring, and sometimes I think ‘what if this is her only wedding?’. Shit, sometimes I wonder if this will be my only wedding. Even if we do part ways when this is all over, if this were the only time for her, I would want her to have everything she wanted. That’s why I took her to Disney and it’s why I’m pulling my phone out of my pocket to text Melonie and Audrey that we need to make another set of plans.
I walk in the door from the garage after meeting with Audrey and Melonie for a couple hours. They’re going to coordinate their men; I’ll make sure Gigi is on board. I would surprise her, but this is a bit more of a commitment than an engagement.
“G?” I call out as I loosen my tie, walking into the living room. Her car is in the driveway, but she’s not on the couch, no answer coming from the kitchen. I’m helped by Ethel, who is sitting outside Gigi’s room, meowing in protest at her closed door.
“Is she in there?” I ask the cat. I receive another meow in response.
Is this how far gone I am? I’m having a conversation with her damn cat?
I walk to the door and gently knock. “Princess?”
“Yeah?”
“Ethel wants in. Can I open the door?”
It’s quiet for a moment, then she responds with an ‘okay’. I turn the knob and Ethel shoots into the room, jumping onto the bed where Gigi is laying.
“Are you okay?”
She keeps her back to me as she pets Ethel. “I’m fine.”
I might not be experienced in relationships, but I’m pretty sure when a woman says ‘I’m fine’, nothing, in fact, is fine. I walk to the bed, sitting on the edge, facing away from her.
“Are you sure?”
