Kathleen's pov :

Do you know what it's like to host an event in New York? Like the house of horrors at the amusement park, however, all the zombies are real, and the fake blood stains are really real in your mind. Screams are heard somewhere at the North Pole and everyone who approaches you is warned that you are very strong psychotropic, so it is good to keep your opinion to yourself. I, as a future Mrs. Jackson, found myself not in the house, but in hell! I was being chased by paparazzi, Brian was trapped in preschool, and Aiden, a son of a bitch, bragged as if he had made a lesbian start liking men! Hello, you idiot, the whole world doesn't need to know that you're getting married, it's enough that those who know you don't believe it!
Yes, we told everyone, for my part, family and friends greeted us enthusiastically, but from his flowed as follows:
His father Edward: Well done my boy, finally you think about business, free materials are respected! (Yes, and your daughter-in-law is pleased to meet you!)
His mother Kimberly: Ah, happy children, I had just begun to think that hell would freeze before I could think of another grandson, come Brian, to show you your new room!
(My son has a room, echo)
Dylan: You're kidding, man, how did she get attached to your nonsense ???
(I'll strangle him, damn it)
Clinton and Amanda: You see, you moron, that's how it's done, and you're not waiting for the trees in the woods to migrate! You're on the couch tonight! Asshole ...
(How my engagement led Clinton to sleep on the couch, I don't know, Amanda has a strange logic)
Thomas and Meredith: Ah, great news! Congratulations to both of you, I hope you are always so happy!
(Are they the only normal friends Aiden has?)
Yes, I am desperate for the situation. I feel like an astronaut who has landed on the wrong planet and is surrounded by manic aliens peeing through their ears!
Our mothers took care of the organization, although we hired a wedding agent, the poor woman is already pulling her hair out of them! Our fathers choked on brandy with cigars, but please, we don't live in the seventeenth century!
Brian and Aiden are happiest of all, one transferred from the hands of the Jacksons and Bishops, ankle-deep in disgrace so that we "young couple" can work on the issue with his siblings, which made me feel like incubator. The other began to take advantage of the situation and chase me like a lustful goat, trying to pin me in every free corner and moment, as if he had never seen a pussy in his life! It was fun at first, but now I want to sew my pussy, put it in a letter envelope and send it to Zone 51, God forbid what exactly attracts Aiden, because it's hardly just sexual arousal, it borders on accidentally drinking a vial of Viagra and his cock always indicates 12 o'clock!
Anyway, let's go back to that nice moment when I'm sitting in my office, in my apartment, Brian is with Aiden's parents, and my dear fiancé, fortunately, is gone! The time is now 14:25, the day is Sunday and I have a terrible headache after having to listen for four hours to my mother praising Aiden, as if she gave birth to him and I was found on the street!
Am I tired? I feel like washing after a spin! Seriously, of course I want to marry Aiden, I love him, as shocking as it is, but can't it be a little calmer?
Let me just say that our wedding is very soon. I'm sorry I scrolled for a few months, but I really don't have the nerve to tell you in detail about my path to becoming a neurotic bride.
"Why don't you rest? You look pale and tired." I looked at Barbara, who had just brought me coffee. It's as if I don't know that I'm starting to look like the mother of the ghost Casper!
I drank my coffee, nodding. Not that it ever worked for me or kept me awake, but I love the sweet-bitter taste of the black liquid.
"Did Aiden say when he was going home?"
"No, he just said he had a meeting with a broker."
I sincerely hope the broker is not Linda, otherwise he will be a eunuch on his first wedding night!
"Thank you, Barbara, and thank you for being here on Sunday." my dear, she may look scary and constantly quarrel with us, but next to her I feel as if my grandmother is visiting us.
"I have nothing else to do without it, and you pay me extra!" That's what I am talking about. How did I even find her and how did we get to the point where she was talking so freely to me? I don't know, but I love her!

Aiden's pov :

"Thanks, no need to hurry, but it's time to sell it"
"Of course, Mr. Jackson, I heard about your wedding. Congratulations, Miss Bishop looks like an amazing woman."
"She's the best, Mr. Miller!"
Okay, I know I sound like a kindergarten kid in love, drooling over a girl in my band, but I can't help it. Kathleen is the best thing in my life. I don't regret leaving my bachelor life for her at all. Selling my bachelor apartment, I broke all ties with the past. Anyway, I already live with Kathleen and Brian in her apartment. The construction of the mansion is going smoothly, in general, everything is flowers and songs. Brian's fifth birthday is over, the wedding is in a few weeks, and I love the fact that Brian spends more and more time with his grandparents and enjoys Kathleen's body at every opportunity.
I even bought a Hyundai, yes, I have a family car! The huge SUV has room for enough child seats in the back seat. Now I'm waiting, hoping Kathleen will get pregnant without having to pray to her like in church!
I found out that I wanted at least two more children. The mansion would be big enough, I planned to make a huge park in the back, Bishop's mansion was close, but not too close, so that Kathleen's parents could pick up the children at any time.
I just planned everything down to the last detail! Brilliant on my part, don't you think? I'm getting married, I have a big family and I plan to break my wife from sex until gravity beats my cock and I'm buried.
Anyway, it's time to go home, Kathleen must be wondering where I am, or not, she's been a little sour lately. In fact, I understand how we could allow our mothers to organize the wedding. We are constantly dragged to rehearsals, we try all sorts of cakes, menus and nonsense. Maybe I should just drag her to Las Vegas and get married secretly, in a church where a priest looks like Elvis or Elton John. Not that it's too late to do it, but Kathleen will probably twist my neck after everything we've been through.
God, I love this woman! Sometimes I wonder if we would already be married if I knew who she was on that New Year and then I found out she was pregnant. I can't wait to go through her whole pregnancy with her. From now on, I know that I'm probably going to get rid of anxiety, and there's a very, really good chance that Kathleen will kick me out of the house at some point, but it doesn't matter, I just want to know how it feels.

Kathleen's pov :

"Love?"
Come on, here, I'll kill him now if he was with Linda.
"I'm in the bedroom!" I shouted back. Is he running up the stairs ?!
"I missed you!"
"Seriously?" ah, those lips! I know I'm complaining about the lustful bastard, but damn, it's arousing!
"A lot! I want you!"
"What a surprise ..." Well, you don't expect me to be easy, even for my fiancé.
"And we're in the bedroom, and Brian's gone ..."
His hands went down my back. How to resist him?
"And I'm as woody as ever ..."
"You're always woody, darling, I'm beginning to suspect you're drinking something for this!" I'm kidding, of course, but someone else would think so!
"It's your fault, you're so sexy!"
Yes, yes, to blame the poor woman, she is always to blame, even for the famine in Somalia!
"Aham ..."
"Do you want to rest?"
Wow, how sweet, he's worried about me.
"I will not refuse a light nap. I had lunch with my mother, I need rest and brainwashing!"
"Wow, my baby! Okay, I'm going to take a shower and you wait for me in bed. I won't stop hugging you until I'm sure you're better. Is it okay?"
"Just perfect!"
"Great, I love you!"
"And I, come on, get out, I'm waiting for you!"
I love how he always manages to make even the smallest kisses make me want to spread her legs and let him fuck me until my brain drains through my ears! Honestly, I'm really tired. Aiden will be at least 15 minutes late in the bathroom, so I have some time to take a nap. Hell, I forgot to ask him who his broker is!