Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Callan ~95~

The world was sprinkled with white powder. The weather was getting cold again, and the ground was slippery. This November has been quite the snowy one. But despite the wonderland outside, inside closed doors was chaos.

Brooklyn was stressed. Atticus was stressed. Zachary was stressed. I was letting them stress for me.

Since the day after we proposed, Brooklyn started pitching us ideas of what we could do for our wedding. She had said she didn't care if we got married early or if it took another 2 years.

She was fast asleep against me, her warm naked body clutching me for warmth. Her hair was all over the place; even my damn mouth.

The thing is, I wanted to marry her yesteryear. Something about her makes me want to crawl into her skin and make a home in her bones. It sounds weird, yes, but that's how I felt.

We all felt that way. She was a breath of fresh air in our polluted world.

"You're staring at me." I whisper, looking at the ceiling. I felt her hum against me and stir.

"Do all three of you have that superpower?" She huffed, sitting up to look at me good. I smile at her and kiss her forehead.

"When it comes to you, yes." I smile, making her roll her eyes playfully. She leans down and kisses me softly before rolling over and pulling the blanket over her, scooting back to press her back against me. She was clingy, that's for sure.

"Cal..?" She whispers softly, her voice meek and shy.

"Yes, my darling?" I whisper back, spooning her and kissing her shoulder gently.

"Do you want kids.. in the future?" She asks softly. I bit my cheek, realizing we never actually had this conversation. "I mean, I understand if you don't."

"The thought of kids never really crossed my mind. I mean, sure, I'd love to have a mini you running around. But I don't know really.." I whisper honestly, to be honest, at some point in my life I would like to be a father.. but then again I feel like I'm not worthy enough.

"Well.. we can still baby make without making the baby." She says cheekily, looking over her shoulder at me. I snort and squeeze her. Needy little slut.

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December 7th. Our official date for our wedding day.

Holy shit time flew fast. We decided to have our wedding as soon as possible due to our girl being too excited about it. We didn't complain, of course, marrying her would be the easiest decision of our lives.

Brooklyn went out with Milo, Ethan, and Dante to search for a dress. And damn to I want to order Dante to send me a picture of her. I refrained from doing so because it would make her upset.

As for us, we were at the venue.

"She likes Peonies. Get Peonies." Atticus grit out. The florist was being an asshole and suggesting things we didn't want.

We tasted cakes and wine and cussed out the organizer for stuffing things up. We wanted everything to be perfect.

My phone rung in my pocket, when I saw the contact name, I immediately walked away from everyone.

"Cal?" Her soft voice sniffled, making me tense.

"My love? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" I ask, immediately planning out how to kill the person who hurt her.

"N-no, everything is fine.. It's all great.. I just wanted to tell you I found the dress." She giggled, sniffling softly. I could hear Dante catcalling her in the back. Someone who sounded like his wife was cussing him out.

"Is Dante's wife there too?" I ask, chuckling. She confirms my suspicion, making me chuckle. "You're a tease, my love. Come on, give me a hint on how it looks."

"It's white." She says bluntly, laughing at herself. I groan softly and roll my eyes.

"Do you want to limp down the aisle? Trust me, I'll make sure of that." I warn, making her hush me.

"You're on speaker, idiot." She whispers embarrassed. I chuckle softly, leaning against a tree.

"Good. Let them know I fuc-" I was cut off my her hanging up on me. I snort softly and walk back over to the group, feeling a little more at ease.

"Who's got you smiling that way?" Atticus asked, quirking his brow. Before I could respond, Zachary throws his arms around me, making kissing sounds.

"Me of course, right cally wally?" He grins, sticking his lips out in a kiss face. I quirk my lips snarkily, pushing him away.

"I'll shoot you." I hiss, smoothing down my shirt. "Brooke found her dress. She said it's white."

"Oh wow, how vague." Atticus scoffed. We sat down under the pergula, talking and enjoying the day. Brooklyn had told us we weren't allowed to go home until she did. So now we waited time out.

We had the best florists, planners, decorators, musicians, and chefs. We made sure everything would be okay when we left before getting in the car and driving home. I saw Milo's car in the driveway, making me mentally prepare myself for the chaos inside the house.

When we walk in, I immediately smell something burning. Atticus and I rush to the kitchen, seeing Brooklyn and Milo stuffing their face with Christmas cookies, the icing covered the countertops.

"What's burning?" Atticus asked, fanning away some of the smoke.

"My love for you." Brooklyn says cheekily, sending a kiss his way. He quirks his eyebrow and grabs the air kiss, throwing it into the oven that was fuming. She gapes at him.

"Oops." He says with a smirk. She rolls her eyes and stands, shoving the cookie she was eating into his mouth.

"Since you wanna smart mouth me." She huffs, biting the cookie that was still between his lips. He looks at her with dark eyes as she walked over to me, kissing my cheek and attempting to walk out of the kitchen. I snatch her wrist, forcing her to stop.

"Milo." I look at the guy, seeing his eyes widen as he nods. He slowly raises his hands and exits the kitchen. "Who do you think you're talking to, little lady?"

Her eyes run over my face before her shoulder slag a little, turning to look at Atticus.

"I'm.. not sorry. You threw my kiss away." She huffs, making me groan softly. I pull her closer and bite her shoulder, making her whine softly.

"Throw me another one." Atticus says softly, making her eyes snap to him. She pouts a little before raising her hand to her mouth and sending him a kiss. He catches it in his hand before gripping her cheeks unexpectedly and kissing her pouty lips. "You stink."

"See, that's why I dont like you." She huffs, leaning back on me. Atticus smirks and kisses her forehead.

"Then why are you marrying me, huh?" He asks softly. Zachary walks in and helps clean out the burnt dough that was in the oven. We all clean up the kitchen as Brooklyn rants on about how she was sure she wouldn't find the dress she wanted. Then she got sad that her parents wouldn't be there to see her.

And then she cried because Lee wouldn't walk her down the aisle.

All four of us cuddled together on the couch watching some random black and white movie that was playing. We couldn't even understand the language but it was fun making up our own translations.

Everything was done and set into place. We would be getting married a month from now. We were going to be her husbands. And she would be our wife.

And I couldn't imagine it any other way.

But every story comes with a twist.. doesn't it?

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I'm gonna publish the second update soon, suffer with the cliffhanger.

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