Chapter one hundred and eighty seven:

Isaac had moved from his window seat to the aisle seat, so he could periodically lean into the aisle and try to catch a glimpse of his fiancée.

Taylor sighed heavily from across the aisle, lowering his headphones. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Isaac felt himself blush slightly.

Taylor laughed. “Are you kidding me? You’re like a boy-scout spying on the girl’s camp.”
Isaac shrugged, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I’m just curious.”

Taylor got up from his seat and moved across to sit next to Isaac.

“What about Zac?”

“Are you kidding me? He passed out as soon as the plane took off. I’m surprised you can’t hear him snoring.”

Isaac laughed at that.

“So, any big plans for the bachelor party?” Taylor raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“No, and don’t get any ideas.”

“But I already-“

“Don’t even think about it. No strippers, no bars, no groupies-“

“No fun?” Taylor supplied.

Isaac sighed. “I don’t see what I have to celebrate.”

“How about your last chance to be single and free?”

“But I want to get married, I don’t want to be a bachelor, I love Christy and I want to spend the rest of my life with her, you know?”

“No, actually I don’t. I love being a bachelor.” Taylor sat back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. He paused for a moment and sat foreward hastily. “Do you realize that you’ll only get to be with one woman for the rest of your life? You’re still young, you could-“

“I don’t want to be with anyone else.” Isaac shrugged. “I want to be with Christy. No other girl could compare.”

“But you hardly know that-“

“Do you have some kind of problem with me marrying her?” Isaac narrowed his eyes at his brother.

“No of course not,” Taylor quickly supplied. “I just think you should play the field a bit before you jump into this commitment.”

Isaac laughed. “You’re just telling me this now? Five days and we’re married Taylor, a little late for advice.”

“I know that. I’m sure you’ll be happy with Christy. I’m not trying to talk you into it, I’m just trying to explain the full weight of your decision.”

“I know the full weight of my decision.” Isaac paused. “Wait. You’re just trying to talk me into going to a strip bar, aren’t you?” He narrowed his eyes.

Taylor shrugged. “A little bit.”

Isaac laughed. “No, I’d rather do something more low key. Video arcade, or going to a concert.”

“Alright… Let’s do that then. I’m sure someone we know is playing.”

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Christy was standing next to the luggage rack, waiting for any sign of their luggage.

Taylor and Zac had gone off in search of luggage carts and to see if the van they had rented had arrived.

Christy sat down next to her fiancé on a hard bench, and looped her arm through his.

He smiled at her briefly, before turning his attention to the conveyor belt with the luggage on it.

“Jen, what are you wearing for your date with Luke?” She asked.

Jenna blushed slightly. “It’s not a date, we’re just-“

“I can do your hair!” Becky offered with excitement.

“Really, I think I’ll just go as I am, I-“ Jen began to protest.

“I can help you pick out something new to wear.”

“I have a really cute dress that could work!” Becky offered. “My blue one with the cute little bow on the front-“

“I love that dress!” Christy interjected. “It’d be perfect.”

“I really think-“ Jen tried, but was interrupted once again.

“I think I have a pair of shoes that will match,” Christy spoke.

“Heels? I think that would be too uncomfortable.” Becky replied.

“No, they’re flats. Peep toes, and they’re so cute.”

Jenna began to protest, but in the end sighed and dropped her head into her hand. “Thanks guys.”

Isaac jumped up suddenly and crossed to the luggage carrousel. “Who had the luggage with the pink leopard print?”

“Me!” Becky stepped forward and took the bag Isaac held out.

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