Misfit(284)
“Meggie girl got your ass wrapped around her little fuckin’ pinky,” Mort said, making his presence known with that comment.
“No, motherfucker, my girl got my ass wrapped around the motherfuckin’ nail on her lil pinky,” Christopher corrected without shame.
“C’mon, Ro,” CJ instructed, just as he squeezed between Christopher and Mort, dragging Rory with him. Both boys were adorable in matching tuxedos. “Uncle John-John, him cry for Ant Kenda. Mommie told him his mommie coming but him tired of Tilda. Him say her a bitch-ass baby.”
Johnnie wanted to be outraged that Rory had cursed, but CJ looked happy at Christopher’s and Mort’s snickers. In all honesty, Johnnie was so proud of his son, he could only clear his throat.
“Girls are pussies, Dad,” Rory said with a wide grin, encouraged that Johnnie hadn’t chastised him.
“No, silly, girls got pussies,” CJ corrected. “Remember?”
“Nuh-uh, Mother say girls got ginas and boys got peenies.”
“Enough, you two,” Johnnie said sternly, the only adult with enough coherence to speak. Mort and Christopher were almost pissing themselves laughing so hard. “Wait until you’re older then you can have a cock measuring contest if you’d like. You’re too young to talk about cocks, peenies, pussies, and ginas.”
“Knock, knock,” Megan said, walking in as she spoke.
“MegAnn,” CJ and Rory chorused.
She smiled, lovely in her turquoise colored, sweep-trained dress that gave the barest hint of her baby bump. Her swept up hair had tiny seed pearls throughout, with a few stray curls hanging down, showing off her turquoise and diamond earrings that Johnnie gave to her for helping with Kendall’s wedding. He’d asked her to be matron of honor, but she’d refused, saying it was in bad form to take that role just because she’d planned it.
He hoped Kendall didn’t mind there’d be no one to take the role, but he’d worked with what he had, hoping Megan wasn’t so fed up with Kendall that she only gave her the bare necessities for Kendall’s dream wedding and intended to return most of his money after the fact.
“Fee and Kendall are on the way,” Megan said, settling a hand on the shoulders of each little boy and smiling at Christopher with love and tenderness. “They’ll be here in about ten minutes. We’re right on schedule. We’re all going to work to get Kendall into her gown and veil.”
“That you haven’t let me see,” Johnnie pointed out.
“It’s bad luck for a groom to see his bride before the wedding,” Megan retorted. “That’s why I asked for a check to cover certain items, so you wouldn’t know how much her gown cost.”
As opposed to listening to her about the bridemaids’ gowns, the invitations, and the reception.
“Better your fuckin’ bank account than mine,” Christopher said, digging in his pocket and pulling out a flask.
“Are you sure Kendall will be okay walking down the aisle alone?” Johnnie asked, thankful when Mort pulled out a roll and held it up.
Christopher exchanged the flask for the joint with Mort. “You doubtin’ my girl got your bitch covered?”
“Fuck, after the way Red treated Meggie girl, I’d doubt that shit, too, Prez.”
Megan rolled her eyes, then pointed to her expensive as fuck earrings. “You wouldn’t have spent ten grand on a pair of earrings if you truly doubted me, Johnnie.”
“No, baby, my ass wouldna let this motherfucker spend ten grand on your fuckin’ earrings if he hadn’t fuckin’ asked me, doubtin’ you or not.” He pulled out a lighter. “Now, get the fuck before you, CJ, and Rory high like motherfuckers.”
“You’re sooo bad, Christopher,” Megan said, hustling her son and nephew out the door, just as a loud squeal reached them.
“Red here,” Mort said with a grin. “Probably just figured out what the fuck goin’ on.”
“Yeah.” Johnnie’s nervous anticipation surprised him. It hadn’t dawned on him how much he’d wanted a big wedding. Now that the day had arrived, he wanted it to be perfect for both him and Kendall, and regretted his decision to allow Megan the majority of the planning.
She’d grown up, no longer bending over backwards to be friends with anyone, if they mistreated her. For whatever reason.
Had Megan changed so much that she’d use this to derail Kendall’s day?
Thirty minutes later, Father Wilkins informed him it was time to walk to the church. Kendall being at the rectory dawned on Johnnie. For Megan’s wedding, the priest had given her a storage closet at the church to dress in.