Nash's [POV]
"My mom's making me go."
Gabi's just arrived with my breakfast. She puts the scrambled eggs and biscuits down and slides the ketchup bottle over to me.
"Nash, you're like six foot two, two hundred pounds," she says, laughing. "Are you still scared of your mommy?"
"One hundred percent. Do you think I'd be putting myself through this pain if I weren't?"
"Oh, my God. Quit being such a baby. It's a wedding. You're not getting your teeth pulled."
"I'd rather be getting my teeth pulled," I grumble into my coffee.
Gabi plops down in the chair across from me. Her long, brown ponytail swings to one side. She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head slightly as she waits for me to give in like I always do when she looks at me like this. I'm a little scared of her, too.
"I'm going, okay? I told Mom I would. I will. Leave me alone," I say, growling at her.
