Bette and I both shook our heads but before she could leave the room I felt there was something we should mention.

“Andy we wont stop you but Kit is over there and on the lookout so if you want to take it up with her then be my guest.”

It was hilarious. She stopped dead in her tracks and a look of frustration mixed with resignation topped off with fear claimed her stunning face. She slumped back down into her chair and sighed whilst burying her head in her hands. Kit may have been older than us and a bit less intimidating than years earlier but none of us messed with her. She was still the mother hen come big sister of the group and the only one that had the ability to control us if things got out of hand, or in this case if a rule of the family was going to be broken.

“I really don’t understand it you are like the least traditional women in the world and yet you have these weird little rules and rituals that you would virtually die to uphold. I just want to be with my wife, I don’t feel settled without her and in case you forgot we are already married so technically this isn’t our wedding weekend.”

I just smiled at her as Bette squeezed her hand from the safety of the opposite side of the table before speaking.

“Sure it is honey, it doesn’t count unless your family are there and as part of said family the rules stand.”

“Well you are just lucky you have Kit to back you on this or there is no way I would let it happen.”

“Yeah we know, now you should get dressed. First on our list of jobs is to pick up Karen from the airport. Now lets go tell the others it’s safe to come out.

Back to Rachel’s camp:-

———————–Rachel———————–

I stood staring at the pool drinking what must have been my tenth cup of coffee this morning. I could not believe the wedding was on Monday and it was Saturday already. There was still so much to do, the plans had grown a lot since Andy’s initial proposal and thinking of how she had let me have exactly what I asked her for brought a smile to my lips.