Need Us by Amanda Heath

launches herself at me. “I love you so much and I’m so proud of you right now. You go and make her the happiest woman in the world.” Then she kisses my cheek. She stops at Pierce on her way out. “You know I like to talk back. I always have to have the last say. It’s what makes me the way I am.” Then she kisses him lightly on the lips.
    Instantly I perk up even more. Even with all the drama and bullshit, Rachel and Pierce can find a way to be normal and stay together. Everything is right in the world.
    The four of us head out into the main part of the church and line up in order by the altar: Me, Channing, Pierce and then Bentley.
    “Unconditionally” by Katy Perry starts playing over the speakers and Paisley walks into the room. Her dress is red with a white slash belt thing around her waist. Her dress touches the ground as she walks. You’d think the red would clash with her hair but it doesn’t. Her hair is down and framing her face while her eyes never leave Channing. I feel him shift around next to me and I instantly smile.
    Ashley walks out next, her black hair pushed back out of her face and flowing down her back. Her dress is almost identical to Paisley’s except hers stops at her knees. She winks at her husband who’s sitting about the middle of the room.
    Rachel comes out next in the same dress except hers has a tail, not too long but it’s there. The dress also raises in the front to about her knees. Her brown hair is pulled up but she has a few curls falling down around her face.
    She winks at me when she gets to us and I help her up the stairs. I kiss her hand before I let her go and I see tears come to her eyes. It’s all I can do not to become a pussy and start crying myself.
    When my Duchess walks out I stop breathing. She didn’t tame all that wild curly hair like I thought she would. It’s down by her face and she beams at me from the end of the aisle. It takes everything inside of me to stop from running down the aisle to meet her halfway. I can’t believe this beautiful goddess is going to actually marry me. I don’t know what I did to earn this or what I could ever do to deserve her, but I’m so fucking happy that she is mine.
    Her dress is off white and falls to the floor. The skirt is puffy while the bodice fits tightly. I hope she can breathe in that thing. The skirt is also covered in red hearts that match the bridesmaid dresses and the headband in her hair.
    When she sees Trey’s picture, the one I had made, sitting off to the side she instantly bursts into tears. She picks up her dress, much to Grayson’s surprise, and starts running towards me. I step down the stairs to catch her while she flings herself at me. “Shh, Duchess. Everyone’s going to think we’ve lost our minds,” I whisper in her ear.
    “Did you bring him here?” When I nod she cries a little harder. “He would have loved this. Thank you so much.”
    “I’d do anything for you, Wesley. Anything at all.” Without Trey this girl would never be as wonderful as she is. He is as much a part of her as I am. “Now, let’s get married before these people start to riot.”
    I smile at Grayson when I hand Wesley back to him. The priest has a bright smile on his face when Wesley and I both turn to him. “We are gathered here today to bring Royal Duke Sanders and Wesley Ann Bridges together in holy matrimony…”
    I hear what’s going on and I say what I’m supposed to when I’m supposed to. When he says I can kiss my bride, I do. With tongue and all. We don’t stop until Channing whispers in my ear how we are making everyone uncomfortable.
    When I pull away all I can do is look into her eyes. “Hello, Mr. Wesley Ann Bridges,” she says, making everyone around us laugh.
    “Hello, Mrs. Royal Duke Sanders,” I reply, nuzzling my nose against hers. “I love you so fucking much. I’m so happy we did this.”
    She lightly pecks my lips and backs away a step. I don’t let her get far. “Me too. Now