will, Pops," Jackson snorted.
"Go...have a good time. Check in when you can." Joanne encouraged.
Adrian and I both walked to Tink, who was wearing a beautiful dress in the prettiest of cream colors. The corset solid dark grey with a lace design. "A month is too long," Tink sniffled, tears filling her eyes. "I'll miss you all too much."
"You won't have a chance," Adrian teased her, kissing her cheek. "Jackson will keep you too busy. I'm pretty sure he's going to show you just about every inch of Peru."
"Relax, enjoy being away from whiny clients for a while, and you get Jackson all to yourself," I chuckled, kissing her cheek. “You look beautiful Margaux.”
She wiped her eyes, “Normally, I would say that my face doesn’t score high enough, but I got a look at myself today before the wedding, and I feel confident in accepting that compliment.”
“FINALLY!” Kristen celebrated kissing her on the cheek too.
"You guys be careful with what work you do, and don’t hesitate to call us if you need us, I will be linked to home system at all times,” she urged.
“Make sure she turns her phone off.” Doc ordered shaking her head.
With more hugs, more kisses, and a few dirty honeymoon innuendos thrown their way from Macon and Danny, Jackson and Tink dove into the limo.
"I'm glad we get to stay at the mansion," Adrian mumbled softly against my temple. "You look tired."
"I am," I snorted, looking up at him "Exhausted, actually, and we have to be back at the house tomorrow."
"Well, head to the room, Honeyface," he sighed, placing kisses on the nape of my neck. "Get in bed. I'll finish up with the wedding guy."
“Careful with him." I chuckled at Adrian’s eye roll. "He thinks you're oh-so-cute."
"I am aware, Alyssa” Adrian answered dryly, snorting at my giggle. "Though, I may be in the clear, because ever since the pictures, he's been eying Macon."
"Well, good. You're mine," I threatened dramatically, smiling at his grunt of agreement. "Don’t be too long," I requested, scooping up Juan as he ran by with a group of kids, ignoring his protest. “I’m going to lay Juan down for Doc, but I’d like some time alone with you before I hit the covers.”
“All I need is twenty minutes baby” he promised before I headed upstairs.
Adrian
"Beautiful family," I heard behind me as I walked from the mansion, looking at man in his mid-forties standing in the archway.
"Thanks." I smiled politely, not wanting to go through the trouble of explaining that Juan wasn’t mine, and Alyssa wasn’t my wife. Besides, I liked the sound of it, though I didn't recognize him at all. But there were like, a million guests at this fucking wedding, so I just continued with my hunt to find the director.
"Hey, Adrian!" Doc called, rushing to the doorway of the reception hall. "The guys want to know if you'll help load the presents, so Macon can take them to the house for Jackson. And that Stephen guy needs someon e a someon e to sign that the whole she-bang is over and done with."
I nodded, turning to look for the man, but he was gone. When I looked back up at Doc, she was staring down the hall. "What?"
"He looked...familiar," she mumbled, her brow wrinkling.
"I thought you didn't forget faces," I teased her, heading back to the ballroom with her.
"I don't," she grumped, giving one more glance behind
"Go...have a good time. Check in when you can." Joanne encouraged.
Adrian and I both walked to Tink, who was wearing a beautiful dress in the prettiest of cream colors. The corset solid dark grey with a lace design. "A month is too long," Tink sniffled, tears filling her eyes. "I'll miss you all too much."
"You won't have a chance," Adrian teased her, kissing her cheek. "Jackson will keep you too busy. I'm pretty sure he's going to show you just about every inch of Peru."
"Relax, enjoy being away from whiny clients for a while, and you get Jackson all to yourself," I chuckled, kissing her cheek. “You look beautiful Margaux.”
She wiped her eyes, “Normally, I would say that my face doesn’t score high enough, but I got a look at myself today before the wedding, and I feel confident in accepting that compliment.”
“FINALLY!” Kristen celebrated kissing her on the cheek too.
"You guys be careful with what work you do, and don’t hesitate to call us if you need us, I will be linked to home system at all times,” she urged.
“Make sure she turns her phone off.” Doc ordered shaking her head.
With more hugs, more kisses, and a few dirty honeymoon innuendos thrown their way from Macon and Danny, Jackson and Tink dove into the limo.
"I'm glad we get to stay at the mansion," Adrian mumbled softly against my temple. "You look tired."
"I am," I snorted, looking up at him "Exhausted, actually, and we have to be back at the house tomorrow."
"Well, head to the room, Honeyface," he sighed, placing kisses on the nape of my neck. "Get in bed. I'll finish up with the wedding guy."
“Careful with him." I chuckled at Adrian’s eye roll. "He thinks you're oh-so-cute."
"I am aware, Alyssa” Adrian answered dryly, snorting at my giggle. "Though, I may be in the clear, because ever since the pictures, he's been eying Macon."
"Well, good. You're mine," I threatened dramatically, smiling at his grunt of agreement. "Don’t be too long," I requested, scooping up Juan as he ran by with a group of kids, ignoring his protest. “I’m going to lay Juan down for Doc, but I’d like some time alone with you before I hit the covers.”
“All I need is twenty minutes baby” he promised before I headed upstairs.
Adrian
"Beautiful family," I heard behind me as I walked from the mansion, looking at man in his mid-forties standing in the archway.
"Thanks." I smiled politely, not wanting to go through the trouble of explaining that Juan wasn’t mine, and Alyssa wasn’t my wife. Besides, I liked the sound of it, though I didn't recognize him at all. But there were like, a million guests at this fucking wedding, so I just continued with my hunt to find the director.
"Hey, Adrian!" Doc called, rushing to the doorway of the reception hall. "The guys want to know if you'll help load the presents, so Macon can take them to the house for Jackson. And that Stephen guy needs someon e a someon e to sign that the whole she-bang is over and done with."
I nodded, turning to look for the man, but he was gone. When I looked back up at Doc, she was staring down the hall. "What?"
"He looked...familiar," she mumbled, her brow wrinkling.
"I thought you didn't forget faces," I teased her, heading back to the ballroom with her.
"I don't," she grumped, giving one more glance behind
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