"Thank you," Edward said. "I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be getting married or settling down at than right here with all of you."
"Agreed," Simone said. "I took Edward to meet my children. Guy lives in South Africa these days, and Lena and her husband live in Paris. I don't know that either of them are going to be able to get free to come, but they like Edward, and they have both said that, so long as we're happy, they're all for it. I hope they do find they can come, but I'm not optimistic about that."
"I'm not asking my children, or my grandchildren. Angus already knows we're planning on marrying, and his vote is the only one that matters to me anyway," Edward said. "If I invited them, the probably would all come out of some sense of obligation, but they'd have a rotten time, drink too much champagne and cause a lot of unnecessary drama. So no, I'd rather keep it small and avoid the whole affair because I know with you lot, we'll all have a great time."
"Absolutely," Michael said. Michael got out the platter of enormous chocolate chip shortbread cookies that Lizzie had sent and made sure everyone had either their preferred cup of after dinner coffee or herbal tea. And he sent over two huge cookies for Andrew and Angus.
"Cookie!" Abbey's eyes were as big as saucers. "All mine, Papa?"
"I'm going to eat your cookie," Robert teased, leaning over as if he were going to take a big bite out of her cookie. She squealed and giggled with delight.
"No, no, no, mine, mine, mine," she giggled.
"If he eats yours, you get to eat his," Kate told Abbey. That made Abbey giggle that much harder.
"I gets my cookie and your cookie too, Papa," Abbey teased.
"What? Two cookies? No fair," Robert said, tickling her.
"I never get tired of hearing that child laugh," Nigel said. "Her laughter is contagious. Rarely do I see a three year old that is as happy as she is. The three year olds I see are moody little monsters."
"That's because when you see them, they don't feel well," Robert said.
"True, but this one is happy almost all the time," Nigel said. "She thrives on having all of you around her all the time. You're all good for her."
"Watch," Brian said. "The next nine we have will all be little heathens."
"My grandchildren? Heathens? Perish the thought," Robert said.