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console to place a kiss on Liam’s cheek.
    The remainder of the drive to my parents’ is consumed with wedding talk.  Liam wants to marry Allison tonight, but she is having no part of it.  She talks about a small, intimate wedding with close friends and family.  I hear the hitch in her voice at this point in the conversation.  It’s hard for her, not having any family.  My heart breaks for her.  I am so glad she came into our lives. She’s one of the strongest, most loving people I have ever met.  She’s going to be my sister!
    Walking into my parents’ house, it’s unusual that they are not at the door to greet us.  “Mom? Dad?” I yell through the house, while the others trail behind me. 
    “Out here, Hales,” my dad calls from the back patio.
    Pushing the screen door open, I stop in shock.  Sitting with my parents are Aiden’s parents.  They have met several times, but never ‘hung out’.
    Aiden makes his way to his mother and bends to kiss her cheek, before reaching out to give his father a man hug.  “What’s going on? What are you guys doing here?” he asks them.
    “The MacCoy’s invited us to dinner, and thought that Sunday would be a great time, since all of our kids would be here as well.”  Aiden’s face is lit up with a smile and Allison has tears in her eyes.  I can only assume it’s from them referring to her as their kid.  She embraces Mrs. Emerson and gives Mr. Emerson a kiss on the cheek.  He apparently isn’t satisfied with that, because he pulls her into a tight hug.
    My dad walks over and puts his arm around me. “Well, now that the gang’s all here, I’ll light the grill.” He drops a kiss on my cheek and saunters off to the grill, beer in hand.  Have I mentioned that I have amazing parents?
    I join my mom, Allison, and Mrs. Emerson at the table, while the guys all head towards the grill.  What is it with the male species and their grills anyway?
    “Allison, have you and Liam thought about the wedding?” Mrs. Emerson asks.
    Allison’s face breaks out in a huge grin as a blush stains her cheeks. “We have talked a little bit. We know that we want something small and simple.”
    Mom leans in, eating up every word of the conversation.  “Have you set a date?” she asks Allison.
    “If Liam has anything to do with it, tomorrow.” I chuckle, as does my mom.
    “Well, he knows what he wants. Who can blame him?” my mom replies. “Allison, I would be happy to help with anything that you need; don’t hesitate to ask.”
    Mrs. Emerson places her hand over Allie’s on the table. “You know I love you like my own, and would love nothing more than to be there with you through all of this.  Michael and I have always thought of you as our little girl,” she says, tears in her eyes.
    Allison is fighting back tears and before she can reply, as if he can sense her sorrow, Liam appears in front of her, dropping to his knees.  “Baby, what’s wrong?”
    Allie’s tears slowly fall as she laughs through them.  Resting her forehead against his.  “Nothing is wrong, I’m happy.”
    “MacCoy, you better not be making my sister cry,” Aiden says as he joins us at the table, taking the seat next to mine.
    Liam glares at Aiden as he lifts Allison from her chair, and sits down with her on his lap. “You know better,” he sneers.
    Aiden bumps his shoulder with mine and winks. This is a game we’ve played many times over the last several months. We both know that Liam would rather cut his arm off than do anything to hurt Allison, or upset her.  We, however, get our kicks by trying to accuse him of it anyway.  I know it sounds terrible, but don’t knock it until you try it.
    Conversations drift. Allison and I talk with mom and Mrs. Emerson about wedding plans. The guys talk about football; shocker, I know.  I’m still sitting next to Aiden, and I’m trying hard to ignore him and how much I want him.  However, his knee keeps bumping mine, our elbows are