My Big Fat Demon Slayer Wedding

My Big Fat Demon Slayer Wedding by Angie Fox

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Authors: Angie Fox
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said on a yawn. “He’s tough.”
    “I hope you’re right,” I said, as we cuddled in the dark together. Waiting.

    ***
    I woke to the smell of bacon and eggs. Sunlight filtered through the lace curtains and I realized it had to be at least eight o’clock in the morning. And I hadn’t heard from Dimitri.
    The thought sat like a rock in my stomach as I pushed past the still-warm, dog-sized spot on the bed covers.  
    I didn’t bother changing, or finding my shoes. I was halfway through brushing my teeth before I even realized I was doing it. Call it force of habit. My mind really wasn’t all there. My head still ached and my body felt like I’d slept on the porch.
    His room was empty. The hallway was deserted, but at the bottom of the stairs, well, I should have expected this. It looked like a geriatric slumber party gone horribly wrong. Frieda was curled up by the main banister, her pink suit shirt tied like Daisy Duke and her head resting on the bottom step. Ant Eater snored, open mouthed, as she leaned against the front door. Someone had drawn a moustache and goatee on her face with a black Sharpie.  
    I thought she had a shiner. That is, until I made my way down the stairs, stepped over Frieda and saw it wasn’t a black eye, but a crudely drawn eye patch. Ah, swell. Ant Eater was a pirate.
    There were three more witches crashed out in the foyer. At least a dozen on couches in the sitting room.  
    I stepped over my Grandmother as she snored away in the hallway to the kitchen.
    If I were a good granddaughter, like I was before I became the exalted Demon Slayer of Dalea and was forced to deal with all this nonsense, I would have woken Grandma up and escorted her to bed. But she looked so peaceful curled up, her head resting on a potato chip bag. And really, I’d given up trying to tell the biker witches what to do. It wasn’t the first time they’d all woken up on the floor, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
    Still, guilt compelled me to grab a couch cushion from the sitting room and trade it for the Lay’s Salt & Vinegar.
    See? I was nice. “There you go,” I said, depositing the chips on a hall table. She mumbled something unintelligible.
    Maybe she’d wake up sober. I could always hope.  
    I could use Grandma and a few of her friends to help me search for Dimitri. If only I knew where to look.
    At least my mom wasn’t among the snoring drunks. Thank heaven. She might have had the energy to make it up the stairs. More likely, she was the one cooking. Nothing kept Hillary down. She’d keep to her schedule even if it killed her.  
    Given what transpired yesterday, it just might.
    The gray slate floors were chilly against my feet as I nudged Sidecar Bob’s wheelchair out of the way and rounded the corner into the kitchen.
    Dimitri stood by the massive stove, turning a large skillet full of bacon.
    He looked gorgeous in a green, button down shirt that matched his eyes and accented his broad shoulders. Over it, he wore an apron that said Dude with the Food .  
    I let out a small shriek and launched myself straight for him. He caught me by the waist and pulled me close.  
    “I expected that reaction from Pirate,” he smiled, his angled features softening. “Of course, he only cares about the bacon.” The sound of his voice, the crisp Greek accent, the relief, made me want to grab him and never let go.
    “I wouldn’t mind a taste of your bacon,” I said, more interested in him than in any kind of banter. I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him again, grateful for the solid warmth of his chest against my cheek. “Where were you?”
    “I got in late. I didn’t want to wake you up.” He curled his free hand around me and brushed a kiss over my forehead. “What’s the matter?”
    “Not a thing.” Not now.  
    I needed to relax. Be a bride.
    Still, I promised myself a long time ago, I’d never take this man for granted.
    His eyes crinkled at the corners. “If this is how you get when

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