Bear Roberts

Chapter Twenty

"Look at you," my grandmother says, squeezing my cheeks. "You have grown so much."

"Thanks Grandma," I murmur.

"I better talk to that daughter of mine," she says. "It was a bit scum of her to take your boyfriend."

"I'm fine now, grandma," I say. "I'm actually seeing someone."

"I hope he's better than that Jason guy," she says.

I giggle. "Definitely."

"I found our table," dad says. "Hey Charlotte."

"Nicholas," she yells. She walks over to dad and starts placing kisses all over his face. "You are still very handsome."

"Are you flirting with me, Charlotte?" dad jokes.

"Of course," Grandma chuckles. "That remind me I better find Harold."

That's my grandfather. She walks away, so dad and I go to our table.

It was with my mum and Jason.

"Lydia said she couldn't change it," mum sighs. "But it's okay, since we all talk now."

I scoff, crossing my arms. "Yeah right."

"You still seeing that asshole?" Jason asks.

"Did I say you could talk to her?" Dad growls.

Yeah this was gonna be a long reception.

"Ladies and gentleman, for the first time, please put your hands together for Mr and Mrs Madden," the DJ yells.

We all cheer as Aunt Lydia and Uncle Greg walk into the room and to the table allocated up the front.

"Dinner will be out shortly," the DJ says. "But for now, let's partttyy!"

He starts playing Low by Flo Rida, which causes my Aunt Lydia to run over to me. "Come on Danny."

"Okay," I sigh. I get up excitingly and we walk to the dance floor. We start grinding to the song, which the groomsmen start whistling to.

They love to whistle.

Once the song was over my aunt Lydia hugs me. "I'm so sorry about the table situation," she says. "I tried to change it, but that wouldn't let me and-"

"Don't panic," I say. "It's your night, I wouldn't miss it for anything."

"Your the best niece ever," she says.

"You better name your first child after me," I say.

"No promises," she chuckles.

I sit back beside my dad who was glaring at his ex fling.

Dinner is served, which is eaten quietly and very awkwardly. The best man and maid of honour make a speech and then it comes to aunt Lydia and Greg cutting their cake.

My grandma made it, since she owns her own bakery.

Mum gasps. "Who's that?"

I turn to where she's looking and a big ass smile erupts my face.

Bear.

And he looked fine.

His hair was nicely done up and he was wearing a nice black and white suit with a tie. He had rolled up his sleeves so you could see his tattoos.

He walked awkwardly towards me and as soon as he gets to me, I kiss him. "You came," I whisper, as I pull away.

"You dad said I should," he murmurs. "Then proceeded to chuck a suit at me."