The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 40 💖

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Mew and Saint sat on the back porch of the house Gulf had picked out, after Mew had given his old house to Saint and Perth for a baby gift. They were sipping beer and, for the most part, hiding from the wedding planner and their significant others.

"How do they do this?" Saint asked. "I mean, really?"

"I'm surprised Gulf took to this planning thing the way he did," Mew said. "I almost feel betrayed as a man."

"He's got good taste though. I think that the wedding planner has ambitions of employing him..."

Mew smiled dreamily. "If it makes Gulf happy..."

"You're such a lovesick fool," Saint rolled his eyes. "I can't believe that you cater to his every whim the way you do. You need to put your foot down and tell him no occasionally, just so he knows he can't walk all over you..."

"Saint?" Perth's voice came out from the back door.

"Coming dear," Saint answered, glaring at Mew as he laughed his ass off at Saint who was getting his ass up with a quickness.

Mew followed his partner-in-crime, walking through the Great Room into the kitchen, where Gulf sat with Ann, Mae, Saint's mother Isabelle, and Mrs. Skarsgard. They all had an opinion on what they wanted, and they discussed it loudly while Saint sat behind Perth rubbing her seven-month belly.

"No, I think we should have an old fashioned soda fountain Gulf candy bar for the kids attending the dinner," Gulf said. "And they should have their own buffet line, too: chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese and French fries. That way if they don't want to eat Thai food..."

"Have y'all decided on colors yet?" Mew asked from the doorway.

Gulf looked up from his deep conversation with the wedding planner. The smile on his face could have lit up the night sky. "We've decided to keep everything sepia-toned, so pink and lavender and pale yellow with creams and browns and tans..."

"It's going to be beautiful," Ohm, the wedding planner, announced. "With all the windows in the reception hall, and all of the white candles lit inside of those glass bowls of water, it will look like an old photograph come to life."

"Sam's band is going to play at seven o'clock," Ann announced, "but before that we're going to have a string quartet to play music while people are eating..."

"Gulf's going to sing Mew a song!" Mae announced.

"That was supposed to be a surprise, Mae!" Perth chided, laughing as Mew smiled at his lover.

"Now I'm going to have to think of something else to surprise him with," Gulf said, smiling at Mae.

"We're going to have horse-drawn carriages take everyone from the parking lot to the reception hall because it's so far away," Perth announced.

"How many people are coming to this double wedding, anyway?" Mrs. Skarsgard asked.

"Everyone we know," Gulf said with a smile. "It's going to be a crazy mix of my beach friends, Perth's sorority, Mew's fraternity, and Saint's parents' construction connections..."

"Are you really a member of Skull & Bones?" Ann asked, interested.

"It's not like it's that big of a deal," Mew said.

"So, your fraternity brothers have been both President Bushes and President Obama?"

"Look..." Mew started to say.

"So you're saying the President is coming to this wedding?" Ohm asked. "You really needed to tell me that before, there are so many details that I need to have..." and then Ohm fell silent as Alexander walked into the kitchen through the door on the wraparound porch.