Only you | Derek Morgan

God, Derek. Try to save something for your vows

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I finish the last few of my shirt buttons before I reach the bottom of the stairs where I find my beautiful fiancée in the kitchen singing to herself as she roots around in the fridge.

"Hey," Layla says as she hears my approach. When she turns around her arms are loaded up with turkey, cheese, lettuce and tomato. She bumps the fridge door closed with her hip and smiles at me. "You look so good."

Laughing, I rush to help grab some of the things from her hands before they fall. "Hungry?"

"No. I'm making you a sandwich," She says, untwisting the package of bread before loading it up with all the fillings. "You need to eat something to soak up all the alcohol you're going to drink."

I have to laugh as she adds an extra slice of bread in the middle. "I'm not going to drink that much."

The guys and I are going out tonight for the traditional 'bachelor party' tonight, which I now find the whole concept of strange.

It's meant to be a final hurrah of single life, but I'm not single. My fiancée just passed me a sandwich and is currently getting herself set up on the couch for the evening and I'll tell you something, I'd rather stay in with her.

But my preference for tonight is null and void. Layla's brother, Adam flew in from Chicago to celebrate the occasion so when we go out we'll have a good time regardless.

"Are you sure you're okay staying in tonight?"

I'm about to suggest she should invite over one of the girls but Layla peeks out at me from behind her phone, one eyebrow arched.

"I'm mid ordering take out and I've got several of my favourite movies queued. Don't worry about me."

Adam comes down the stairs not too long after and we eat the sandwiches Layla made us before we're out to door to go meet the other guys at the bar.

Layla follows us out to the front door, turning on the porch light. "Remember.. drink lots of beer, smoke some cigars, play poker and look at lots of tits. Have fun!"

"I get a free pass too?" I ask teasingly, alluding to the fact Layla had a stripper at her bachelorette party.

The arch in Layla's eyebrow raises. "Penelope tried to convince the pizza guy to strip for us.. that is not the same thing as having a stripper."

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When we went out for Spencer's bachelor party I remember being so confused that he didn't want to go to a strip club.

Of course I understood he didn't want to disrespect Averie by looking at naked women dancing on a stage for his enjoyment but I thought when you're a man attracted to women surely on some level you would like it.

He really wasn't lying when he said there was absolutely nothing he wanted less than to go to a strip club. I get it now.

This is so not it.

Not to be rude to any of these women on this stage right now, but I kind of want to throw up.

"I'm just here to get payback." Spencer says. I dragged him here on his, so I didn't expect him to not return the favour.

"I'm hoping the stripper recognises Reid," Rossi says, swirling his drink. "Now that, that would be fun."

We explain the story to Adam about night of Spencer's bachelor party and how he was tackled by the stripper shortly before we made a swift exit. It was absolutely hilarious, dare I say the highlight of the night.