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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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"What the hell do you mean the weddings going to be in Ireland?!" Niki exclaims throwing his hands up into the air dramatically, "Exactly what I just said?" I somewhat question tilting my head to the side, "What's the big deal?".
"What's the big deal? WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?! First of all, they drink Guinness over there Willow, Guinness, that nasty black shit they call 'stout', Second of all the weather is absolutely shit over there, thirdly-" I cut Niki off "Oh yeah and the weather here currently is fantastic isn't it?" I question pointing to the snow falling outside of the kitchen window.
"That's not the point" Niki responds placing his hands on his hips like a sassy teenage girl, "Nikoli, shut the fuck up. It's her wedding she will do as she pleases" Papa sighs pinching the bridge of his nose, at least someone's on my side.
"Don't stick up for her now papa" Niki pouts, "He's always stood up for her dumbass" Ally laughs smacking the back of Niki's head. "Look, we've already booked the venue, the guest list is done and his mother is expecting us there, so you can either stay home by yourself a sulk like a toddler or you can put on your big boy pants and grow the fuck up" I snap.
I pause for a second, I've never snapped like that at them, what the hell is wrong with me?
My mind drifts off to the first Facetime call we had made to Cillians mother the night of our engagement, to say she was pissed at him was an understatement.
- Flashback -
"Why do I get to find out that you're not only in a relationship but also engaged over the damn internet" She scolds Cillian, I smack the back of his head hearing the news "Ow angel" He sulks but I roll my eyes and focus back on the beautiful woman on the phone screen, "I'm so sorry your son is an idiot Ms welsh," I say sincerely, she laughs as Cillian mumbles something his breath "Don't apologise for my son's actions, you are stunning, no wonder he forgot to call me" she smiles brightly, my eyes widen at her words "You don't even call your mother?!"
"Angel, don't yell at me, I was just too distracted by you and your beauty" He frowns, "Oh no, don't try and semi-blame this on me" I scold him, "Oh Cillian, I love her, she's the daughter I always wanted. Don't let him boss you around, if he's being an asshole you call me okay?"
"I'm still the boss in the bedroom" He whispers in my ear, earning another slap to the back of his head "Ms Welsh," I say ignoring the sexually frustrated man next to me, "Please Willow, call me Sophie" I smile at the warmness and love in her voice, "Sophie, I decided I want us to marry in the town that Cillian grew up in, I was wondering if you know of any churches, or priests there that may help us?"
