Another chapter of my new Cullen/Helaine fic for you! Full series here.
He had thought that the first time he had been interrupted kissing a girl by his sister – nearly twenty years ago now – would be the last time he would be interrupted kissing a girl by his sister.
Part of him wishes she’d turned up just a few minutes later, when he might have actually had the chance to do something that might have released all this tension that he’s now suffering. Then again, a much larger part of him is very glad that she had only interrupted them kissing, and not anything more… intimate.
Still, despite the fact that Mia had almost certainly been joking about the trough, he can’t deny that dunking his head in said trough isn’t rather helpful. He only wishes he could dunk the rest of his body – certain parts in particular – in too.
Sadly, there’s no time for that, as Mia hustles them all quickly back into town, and back to Bran’s.
This time, Rosalie and Wilf are already in attendance. Or so he assumes. Wilf is the only one he actually sees, in the forge workshop itself with Bran.
His brother is hard at work as they arrive, beating some metal into submission, though Cullen decides that it would be unwise to get close enough to identify it specifically. Not while Bran has a large hammer in his hand. Stanton and Owen have no such hesitation, immediately heading toward him with rapt expressions.
(It reminds him – somewhat painfully – of himself and Bran at their age, beelining for the blacksmith whenever they went into the village.)
Wilf is stood by a work bench nearby, inspecting a spade from a pile of similar farm implements. He puts it down as they come through the door, greeting them all.
“A very good morning,” Mia answers brightly, pitching her voice above the clang of the hammer as Bran continues. “Your wedding eve! Everything all right?”
He nods. “Rosie’s in the kitchen with Lizzie. She’s been chattering away about today all morning. No details, obviously, but she’s excited. You ladies ought to get back there before she talks Lizzie’s ears off.” Then he glances down at Ellie and May. “The twins are upstairs if you want to join them. Me and Rosie brought round some extra blankets and cushions for your fortress.”
May squeals with delight and runs off, Ellie following close behind her.
When they’ve disappeared, he tips his head back toward Bran. “Bran’s got one more bit to finish, and then we’ll be out of here. Don’t know what our plans are, but-“
“If a man knew what his friends had planned for his stag, he wouldn’t show up,” Gareth cuts in with a chuckle. “Hope you had a good breakfast.”
Wilf pales slightly, but he’s grinning too. “So long as I’m in one piece tomorrow. Rosie’d never forgive me otherwise.”
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