The Marriage Negotiation

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 ~ Patrick ~

I'd gone into medicine to be a doctor, not a hospital administrator. After watching my frat brothers fight so hard for the lives they wanted, I decided I could do no less. So, after a quick trip home to attend my estranged brother's wedding, I was going to head off to New York City and a new life.

Discovering that my brother's fiancé was none other than my high school crush Zaq was a bit heart-wrenching, but it also changed things, especially when my bonehead brother got cold feet and took off right before the wedding was to start. I wonder how Zaq would feel if I stepped up and took my brother's place?

I tugged at the edges of my bowtie, trying to get it straight. I hated these damn things. My only relief was the fact that it was my tux and not a rental. I'd spent my childhood wearing my brother's hand-me-downs. I had a strong aversion to wearing other people's clothes.

I'd hated it then and I'd hate it now.

I frowned at the slightly tilted bowtie. I guess it wasn't going to get any better than this. I grabbed the present I'd bought for the happy couple and walked out of my hotel room and headed downstairs.

Thankfully, I hadn't booked a hotel room anywhere close to where my parents lived. It wasn't too far from the wedding venue so I wasn't surprised to see a few people I knew when I reached the lobby.

I ignored everyone and headed straight for the front doors so I could hail a taxi to take me to the venue. Renting a car for the two days I'd be in California didn't seem worth it. 

I climbed into the taxi the doorman had hailed for me and gave directions to the venue. That was another reason I hadn't rented a car. I needed these few minutes to prepare myself for the coming confrontation with Peter.

And I had no doubt that it would be a confrontation. Peter would be up to his usual antics. I knew that for a fact. I didn't think he could go a single second of his life without bullying someone. It was like oxygen for him.

I felt really bad for whoever he was marrying.

I groaned when we reached the wedding venue. That ride had not been long enough. I almost told him to drive around for a little longer, but I knew if I didn't get this over with, I never would.

I paid the driver and climbed out of the car. I drew in a deep breath and walked up the stairs to the main doors. I could hear the low murmur of voices as soon as I stepped inside.

I knew I was a bit early, but I had wanted to get a good seat, that being one at the back of the venue so I'd have a quick escape. It looked as if I had arrived before anyone else, but there was still a flurry of activity. 

At first, I thought it was people getting everything ready for the ceremony, but I quickly realized that the workers were whispering amongst themselves. It was what they were whispering that had me so confused.

Had the wedding been cancelled?

What was going on here?

I stopped the first worker that passed by me and asked, "Can you tell me where the Scotton family is?"

I needed to talk to my mother and father and figure out what was going on here. Maybe I could go home early?

"Oh, um, I'm not sure exactly, but their wedding preparation room is the third door down on the second floor." She pointed behind me. "The stairs are right over there."

"Thank you."

I hurried up the stairs and down the hallway to the third door. Inside the room was silent so I wondered if anyone was inside. I knocked and waited. After a moment, the door opened and my father stood there.

I didn't like the grim look on his face.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

My father sighed and stepped back, allowing me to enter.

I quickly scanned the room, but only found my mother. "Where's Peter?" He should have been here.

"That seems to be the big question," my father replied.

"What?"

"Your idiot brother didn't come to the venue this morning," my father said. I was a little shocked. I had never heard him call my brother an idiot. "When he didn't show, I called the hotel only to find out that he checked out last night."

"He checked out?" I asked, astonished.

"He's just got cold feet," my mother said. "He's young. It's understandable. I just wish he had said something to me. I could have talked to him about it."

My eyebrows shot up when my father rolled his eyes.

Had his blinders finally fallen off?

"Does his fiancé know?" I asked.

My father shook his head and my mother let out a little sob.

"He's still getting ready for the ceremony," my father said. "His parents are with him and..."

"And what?"

"We can't tell his parents." My mother dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Our reputation will be ruined if this gets out."

"You're worried about your reputation?" Were they for real? "Some guy is going to be left at the altar because you are afraid people will think badly of you?"

"Son, you don't understand," my father insisted. "We do business with his parents. They are one of our biggest clients. If this gets out, the company could go under."

"One way or another, it's going to get out. Don't you get that? If you tell them now, it's going to be a lot less of an issue than if you wait for Peter to not show up for the ceremony."

"You tell him."

I stared at my father, wondering just how much of his mind he had truly lost. "You want me to go tell a man I have never met that my estranged brother is an idiot?"

"Peter is not an idiot." My mother jumped up and stomped her foot. "He's just scared."

I called bullshit.

"Peter is thirty-eight years old, Mother. If you keep coddling him, he's never going to learn to take responsibility for his actions."

My father's face flushed with anger. "Don't speak to your mother like that!"

Seriously?

"You're going to take a hit from this one way or the other," I said. "It's up to you how much of a hit you take."

This wasn't rocket science. If they admitted now that my brother had gotten cold feet and run off, it was going to look a whole lot better if they left Peter's fiancé standing at the altar, especially with all the wedding guests to be looking on.

"Keep trying to reach Peter," I directed, using my hospital administrator voice. "I'm going to go talk with his fiancé."

I spun around and stormed out of the room. I didn't slam the door after I walked out no how much I wanted to. My parents had taught me better than that. Under the current circumstances, it seemed like I was the only one.

I walked back down the stairs to the main floor and flagged down the closest worker, asking for the room of the other groom. I was directed to another set of stairs that led to the far side of the building.

My heart felt heavy as I climbed the stairs. I wasn't looking forward to breaking this guy's heart, but I couldn't let him stand at the altar waiting for a groom that would never appear.

Once I reached the second floor, it was easy to pick out the room where the groom was waiting. It was the third door down just like Peter's room.

I drew in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

When the door swung open, I was faced with an older man. "Hello, my name is Patrick Scotton, Peter's brother. I wondered if I could have a moment to speak with the groom."

When the man gave me a quizzical look, I smiled. "I haven't had the chance to introduce myself yet. I thought it would be rude to do so after the ceremony."

"Yes, of course." The man stepped back so I could enter the room. "I'm Oscar Dinh."

I tilted my head even as I shook the man's hand. "Dinh is a very unusual name." I'd only heard it once before and that had been a lifetime ago.

"It's Vietnamese."

I knew that.

"My parents immigrated here during the Vietnam War and opened a restaurant in San Francisco. I was born here a year later."

That explained the name.

"My son is in the other room getting ready."

I nodded and then watched as the man walked over and knocked softly on the door. I heard a voice from inside his room, but couldn't make out what was said.

Mr. Dinh opened the door and peeked his head inside. "You have a visitor, son."

"Who is it, Dad?"

"He says his name is Patrick Scotton. He's Peter's brother."

"Peter's brother?"

My eyebrows pulled together when I heard that soft spoken voice. I'd heard it before, but it had been a very long time. Still, I had never forgotten the sweet sound that had haunted my dreams for years.

I stepped up to the doorway and pressed a hand to my chest when I caught my first glance at the man I'd come to see. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it was painful. He was just as beautiful now as he had been when we were in high school.

And he was engaged to my idiot brother.