"That doesn't make things better," he answered, shaking his head, but he was smiling. Al wasn't insane as Charlie's family, but he understood not arguing with your brothers. "This is your family, we're talking about. They showed up dressed like women at a dragon camp. I doubt they have a problem finding information about kinks."
Callum smiled as they kissed. "I look forward to this display of gratitude. You can prove it to me every night until the day before the wedding."
He shrugged. "Not at all. It's the only place that I could think of without asking strangers, which I don't really want to do, but if you have a better idea, then we'll go with it."
"You okay with that, though? This is the part where we talk about it, and you can say no. Do you understand that detail?" he teased with a smirk on his face. "Or about the other hundreds of things that need to be considered: like clothes, flowers." Not that he really cared about either one of those. "The ceremony." That he cared about. "The witnesses. I thought about Baron, but really that's not his job. He's my son and he's not supposed to be the best man, the friend; that's Al's job. Will you ask Bill? And can we skip the whole thing with the bridesmaids and flower girls unless you want to walk down the altar in a white dress. I'm not going to say no to you even if white really doesn't do much for your complexion," he said, biting his lip, trying not to laugh, but proving futile.