when it comes to marriage..well don’t ask me, i’m divorced! no no..when a man chooses a wife, he chooses a headache!
“how are these jokes landing for you?” jake asks as he grips the steering wheel, taking a second to use the mirror to peer back and see his freshly turned 7 month old daughter throwing her toy on the floor in her car seat. “right, i get it, i expect better from myself too, kiddo.” he sighs, though he can’t help but smile as he takes in the sight of her little outfit, courtesy of her mother of course, who’s on his left and probably just as unimpressed as their daughter is. it’s not everyday you go to one of your best friend’s weddings (or first weddings in some cases), and it’s not everyday that he asks you to write a toast at his reception as his best man. the wedding was beautiful of course, his mom always at her to make the entire place glow, marisol’s dress, mo crying more than when he had to tell them they cancelled the order on netflix. hell, even being in the same room as both katie and tori was nowhere near as weird and awkward as he thought it’d be orignally. maybe, just maybe, this was the day that proved that they were all mature adults who could play nice with each other despite how things were when they were teenagers. the drive to the reception isn’t long, but he opted for this over the limo ride so he could spend time with his little unorthodox family. “i swear, i have my speech all ready, but i just wanted a cool opener. a hook or something funny, you know?” he shurgs, looking over at tori. “but i know, it sounds like me trying way too hard to be on snl. it’s just, it’s a best man speech. i just feel like i’ve got to get this right, you know? send the guy off to his honeymoon in style.”
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