Chapter 147: A lifetime together
Ash was beyond tipsy—he was drunk and bubbling with energy, his cheeks flushed as he kept grumbling loudly, "It’s our wedding night, Elijah! Our wedding night!" His words were slurred, but his enthusiasm was undeniable. Elijah, sitting beside him, chuckled softly.
Ryder, with his phone out, was recording the entire thing, barely holding back his laughter. "Oh, this is gold. Ash, you’re going to love this tomorrow."
Noah smirked and leaned over, warning Ryder, "You do realize he’s going to kill you when he sees that, right?"
Ryder shrugged, unfazed. "It’s worth it. If I die, at least it’ll be for something this good."
Ash, who had now turned his attention to Elijah, leaned in with puckered lips, attempting to kiss him. But Elijah gently stopped him, holding him back with a soft laugh. "Ash, maybe not right now," he said, shaking his head. "I wonder how you’re going to react in the morning when you remember all this. You’ll be embarrassed."
Ash’s eyes began to water, his lower lip quivering. "You don’t want to kiss me anymore...You don’t love me. Why, Elijah? Now that we’re married, you don’t want me?"
Elijah’s smile softened as he pulled Ash closer, wrapping an arm around him to calm him down. "That’s not it, love," he said, his voice soothing as he stroked Ash’s back. "I love you more than anything. You’re just a little too drunk to understand right now."
Ryder and Noah exchanged amused glances. "This is priceless," Ryder muttered, still recording as Ash whimpered and clung to Elijah.
Elijah shot Ryder a look, shaking his head with a smile. "Alright, enough of this. I’m taking him back to the room before he starts blaming me for more things."
Ash, still half-grumbling and half-sniffling, allowed Elijah to pick him up bridal-style, his words becoming jumbled as he continued to blame Elijah for not kissing him. "It’s our night...you’re supposed to kiss me."
Noah watched with a fond smile as Elijah carefully carried Ash towards their room, his patience unwavering. Ryder lowered his phone, laughing softly. "Well, that was entertaining."