I laughed really hard at the picture.

"Do you, James Willer, take, Clair Renne as your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asked him. The guy looked awfully uncomfortable as he listened to the priest and the sound of the machines. The atmosphere had a slight smell of the medicines.

"I do." He said. Finally ignoring his surroundings and smiling as big as he could. That made us all smile. The priest looked at him with satisfaction, then he turned around and looked down at my mother, on the bed. "Do you, Clair Renne, take, James Willer as your lawfully wedded husband?"

My mother started crying. Everyone was looking at her with happiness, they thought they were the tears of happiness, they don't know they were partly the tears of not being able to wear her wedding gown and getting married here in the private room of a hospital, wearing a hospital gown, just after delivering a baby boy.

Yes my mother had her delivery on her wedding day.

Yes she is getting married in a hospital.

Yes, I have a baby brother now.

And

No, I was not prepared.

The day was full of shocks, tiredness, shocks, good news and more shocks.

It started of just this morning when my mother was yelling on every single human being that came in front of her.

Obviously she wanted everything to be perfect and yet she was not doing anything to make that happen. She was just making other people's job more difficult.

Her morning sickness was on a whole new level to top it all. The dress was a little tight which was obvious due to the fact that her belly grew in a past week, which she denied to except and blamed everything on the tailor.

Her vale was nowhere to be found and the fact that me being the maid of honour, I was the in charge of that and it made me shudder with horror. If I couldn't find it on time, she is surly going to flip out and sit on me.

I managed to slid one invitation to Des also, she will be here in sometime and then we can both face the wrath of my mother together. My brother on the other hand, had some of his own issues. Apparently the place where he went to get the fitting for his tux was not appropriate.

Or should I say, the guy who was taking his measurements was a little too delighted to measure his pants.

My brother got so horrified of the incident that he didn't go to any other of his fittings due to which, now he doesn't have any tux to wear to the wedding and he is in his room figuring out ways to run away.

I was in my room, panicking searching for the vale. I don't even think Des would want to make me her bridesmaid. I am the worst.

Oh my god.

How can I lost the bride's vale. I sat down on my large bed with my hands on my face. My mother is going to kill me.

I was still in my room sulking when I heard an ear tearing scream from downstairs. I managed to make out that it was my mother indeed. At first I thought she was screaming on one of the maids again, like during the rehearsal dinner, when a maid accidentally spilled wine on her dress and she screamed on the top of her lungs making the maid and several kids in the party cry. And I really don't think it's good for the baby either.

But, soon after the third scream I realised that something was wrong. So I got up from my bed and ran downstairs in my sparkling silver bridesmaid's dress and my white furry bathroom slippers.

I ran down the stairs and into my mother's room to find her sitting on the bed screaming and some wet patches on her dress. There was some whitish yet transparent liquid on the floor beneath her. I looked at the maid who was beside her panicking and trying to call a number from the landline phone beside her bed and failing miserably due to the shaky hands.

The maid looked at me and her expressions changed instantly. She came to me with wide eyes and nervousness. At that moment I realised that my mother's water broke.

Her water broke.

She is having the baby.

I immediately ran outside and called Damien as I forgot my phone in my room. He came downstairs asking me if our mother found out about his tux. He was ready to run out the house any moment now.

I told him everything and he called for the ambulance. We went inside the room to our mother's side. As soon as we entered the room, we heard another loud scream making us both stop in our track with horrific expressions on our faces. Now I am feeling scared for the hospital staff.

So back to the present I am holding the newly born baby-boy in my hands. I still can't believe he is my step brother. He is really cute. They named him Edward. He was healthy for a premature baby. Maybe that's the best thing.

"I do." My mother said in coarse voice. "Present the rings." Said the priest. My brother came forward in his sweatpants getting a glare from my mother and handed James the ring. She did look happy but I know how hard she was trying not to cry again. My brother on the other hand was nothing but relieved.

"You may now kiss the bride." The priest said to which James leaned forward towards the bed and kissed her. All the people present in the room clapped there hands, which included Me, Damien, All the maids and butlers in the house, the priest and the new member of the family, who started crying from all the noise, so I handed him to my mother.

So I guess they are not going on their honeymoon yet, that's another reason for my mother's misery. She hasn't seen her wedding dress yet and I am sure she is going to faint once she saw it.

My phone started ringing scaring everyone, I should change that ringtone.

"Danny I am outside the hospital. Are you coming?" It was Des. I called her and told her everything, the only thing she wanted, was to see the wedding dress. Seeing her love for fashion, I think she can also have a heart attack seeing sticky grey patches on that pearly white sparkly dress with beads and crystals work all over up the front. I myself felt a little bad as I remembered the once beautiful dress.

I excused myself since I don't think my mother needs anymore of my help here. She probably knows how to feed a newborn.

I went outside. I saw her navy blue Mercedes parked outside.

I went ahead and knocked on the window.

As soon as I sat inside, the first question she asked me after looking at me with wide eyes, open mouth and a dramatic hand on her chest was 'Are those bathroom slippers you are wearing on that dress?' Yeah I forgot, I really should have changed my slippers to heels while my mother was practically making our ears bleed from all the labor pain.

My look was enough to shut her up.

"So what's the mission you were talking about before?"

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"Hunter has a part time job?" I nodded my head at a very shocked Des. I told her all about Kyle and how he was hiding all it from us, which made her even more curious.

"Well he doesn't really look like someone working at an ice cream shop or something."she said.

"So where? A mall?" I said, even I was not convinced of the sentence I just said.

"I bet he is a spy." I looked at her with confusion. "Why else would he want to keep it a secret?" She told me, like Hunter being a spy actually made sense to her.

"What if he works as a Stripper ? Ohhhh? Or is he secretly a hooker?" She clapped her hands together. "I bet he is a stripper, that's the only explanation of that body." What kind of shows this girl watch on a daily basis?

Telenovelas?

Hunter? A stripper?

I really don't want to imagine that, him dancing sexually, removing his clothes one by one and middle aged women sticking dollar bills in his boxers---- Oh my god.

"I really think you should shut up Des." I told her, to which she pouted but didn't utter a single word and I was thanking god for that. Her ideas of part time jobs are just horrific.

Note to self: Don't let Des ever do a part time job.

"How are we supposed to know what he actually does?" I asked Des, getting uneasy.

I got a call from him last night asking me if I was alright? well anyone will get worried, if you call them for like twenty times in two hours.

I asked him why he didn't show up at the study session to which he very smoothly told me that he was getting laid.

Now I know he was lying but that statement really scares me after Des practically announced of Hunter being a hooker.

" I know." Des jumped up. She is way too excited about all this, making me wonder what actually is going on in that head of her's. "We will follow him to see where he goes. And find out the place, where he works. Easy peasy."

There are so many ways this plan can fail.

Fake beard do itch a lot. I knew the plan was nothing but fail.

It was neither easy nor peasy.

Follow Hunter around.

What did she think Hunter was? A kid? Who goes straight from home to school, school to home?

It's impossible to follow him around all day. He drives way to fast for us. He even walks faster.

So me and Des, went according to the so called plan and tried following Hunter which was not even close to following. Most of the time we totally lost him. It was like we were playing hide and seek with him.

And we were losing miserably.

First of all I was really hard to find him, we went to his house he was not there of course, then we called Kyle, he told us he just left. Now where the hell should we go and find him?

Des gave me her thought about checking Jasmine's house but after that cranberry juice incident, I have not seen both of them talking. So I don't think he would be there.

At last we gave up roaming around the town in search of Hunter and parked the car from a distance from his house and waited for him to arrive. Des on the other hand would not shut up about Hunter being a spy or a stripper.

During our Hunter hunt, Des suggested that we should get dressed into some different clothes so that Hunter won't recognise us. So she took me to a fancy dress store and got these fake beards, sunglasses, hat and an over sized coats on rent.

She knew the guy who was the son of the owner of the shop and he gave all of those things to us for free. We just have to return them before nine. I don't have such kind of friends. I barely have friends.

Before meeting Hunter I had one and only friend, Des and I was truly happy about that but now I have a couple of people who I can count on. I don't have a friend now, I have friends now.

So I am sitting in the car wearing a beard, oversized black coat, a hat to put all of my hair in and a pair of sunglasses, when the sun is almost about to set.

I feel stupid.

It's almost an hour now, where is he? Is he already at his job? Oh no. We missed it again? We are the worst detectives ever.

I was sulking in my seat thinking about how I lost a perfectly good chance when Hunter's black truck stopped right in front of his house. Both me and Des looked closely at him as he got some plastic bags out of his truck and went inside his house whistling. He does whistle a lot.

Even his whistle is sexy.

"So he was out to take groceries?" Des asked me in pure shock. Even I was little bit shocked. I never imagined Hunter strolling around in a grocery store looking at vegetables and snacks, filling his cart.

Somethings are just not imaginable.

Well I must say, a hot guy who does grocery shopping, he really gave some moms in the shop a view of their lifetime.

"So what do we do now? We don't even know if he will be going now or not." Des asked me a little disappointed as she looked at her watch. "He will be going to the job, Kyle told me he has to go today.. But he didn't know the time." My stomach growled, indicating how hungry I was. I didn't eat anything after breakfast today. My mother was delivering a baby and after that I came straight with Des, stalking Hunter.

So far all I know is, that Des has a friend who apparently can lend you any fancy dress for free, Hunter goes grocery shopping, giving every girl in the store a heart attack and Fake beards itch a lot.

It's been another hour now, the sun is totally set. I was able to get some pasta from my home, scaring the hell out of Martha in the process and literally running out without explaining anything when she found out it was me.

Let's just say you can't just open the door and went into the kitchen of your own house when you are dressed like this. You can scare your family.

We were eating the pasta in peace when suddenly Hunter came out of his house. He changed into a black t shirt and dark jeans, as before it was checked shirt and cargo shorts, he got inside his truck. Des practically threw the pasta bowl on my lap and prepared herself for the car chase. Her over enthusiasm is scary sometimes.

I do trust her driving but why is she still wearing those sunglasses. I immediately went forward and removed them from her eyes before she crashed into a tree or something.

He started his truck and we were just after him at about a car distance. I don't know why but my heart is beating rather fast.

Am I Nervous?

What if he turned out to be a hooker? And why does that bother me so much. May be because he turned out to be a good friend. I really hope he just works at a mall or something, but then why would he want to hide it?

He is driving towards the outer town area, there is not any mall there as far as I know. There are some individual showrooms, some ice cream parlours and some rich households. Some mature yet rich single women maybe?

The car stopped in front of a male salon. What? he is getting a haircut or something before going?

So he needs to look good for his job? May be he is getting a facial too? My mind has stopped working by now.

He got out of his car and went inside the salon. Des parked the car a little away from Hunter's and as the car stopped she immediately looked at me. I was already looking at her.

"I think we have to go inside." She said making my eyes go wide. We can't go inside. If Hunter recognise us he will know that we were following him. But if we didn't, I would probably die of the suspense. Plus, what if somebody finds out that we are not male?

"What if he saw us?" I asked her. My hands are getting sweaty.

"He will not recognise us. He would probably be getting his hair washed or something." She said flapping her arm in front of me. I probably am thinking a lot about it I guess. He won't recognise us.

Martha couldn't recognise me at first, making her scream which made me scream too and my beard fall off. Telling her that I was in fact a girl.

It took us a good 10 minutes and several tossing of coins to come to the decision of going inside.

Wow, coins do hate me.

We were at the gate of the salon. I fixed up my hat and my coat. I made sure that the beard was sturdy enough this time.

With a long pause as I was holding the metallic handle of the gate, I signed and opened the door. Des was following right behind me. We were inside the luxurious place. The black couches like seats, the fragrance of expensive shampoo and conditioner, the large flatscreen television at the very centre top of the hall.

This place looks so damn expensive. Hunter gets his haircut from here?

I get my haircut from Des, in my room.

"May I help you?" We turned around to where the sound came from. It was a man wearing a black collared t-shirt and blue denims. He looked about thirty. I looked at Des in confusion. Of course Danny, it's a salon, you come here for a reason. It's not a park.

"Well my friend here needs a haircut. She said in her attempt man's voice and ripped the hat from my head making my hair fall to my back. That made me jump and look at her with anger.

The man's eyes widened as he saw me. Anyone would be baffled to see a small guy with massive beard and hair upto their back.

"Well, I think you haven't had a haircut for a while." He said rather sarcastically. He was surly confused too. Which made me chuckle from the inside. I really don't think I can pull of a man's voice so I was shut the whole time.

"Well you are in luck. Our best hair stylist just arrived. He is with another customer right now, you can wait till he finishes. You can sit here until then." He told us, gesturing his hands towards the waiting seats and went up the stairs. I was looking around but Hunter was not visible. Maybe he went upstairs. He gets his haircut from the best hairstylist? Is this guy a model or something?

Should we go upstairs? Now I am curious to know if he is getting a haircut or a facial. It will be funny to see his face covered in a mud mask.

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Shocked

Stunned

Baffled

I am not able to find words that could actually describe my situation right now. My eyes are popping out of my face, my mouth is wide open being the home for many flies, and I am not able to move.

Des is also pretty much in the same condition as me. I couldn't believe what I was watching right now. I was rubbing my eyes again and again. Thinking that this might be my imagination.

Standing in front of me was Hunter with a scissor and a comb in his hands. Perfectly sculpting the person's hair.

Hunter is a hair stylist.

No

Hunter is a good hair stylist.

oh my god.

He is the best hairstylist? That man told us, He is the best hairstylist.

We were upstairs right now. After several discussions, arguments, coin tossing and losing, we went upstairs. Where we both almost got a heart attack. Seeing Hunter working so professionally on that person's hair was like seeing magic. He was doing magic.

We were standing right beside him.

"You are all done." Hunter told the person and removed his sheet and went ahead to wash his hand from the gel he just used. The guy seemed pretty happy from his haircut.

The guy from the earlier came stood in front of us. "He is free now, it's your turn, rapunzel." The guy told me. My turn? No. I don't want to cut my hair. Specially not like a guy.

I looked at Des with horror. She looked at me with sympathy. Hunter came out of the room with a towel in his hand. He is wearing the same outfit, as before, everyone from the staff was wearing the same colour combo. Black top and denim bottoms.

"Hey Mike, any more people?" He asked him, walking towards us. He was wearing a black apron.

God, he looks good.

"Yeah this guy over here. He is having a bad hair day." He told him pointing his thumb in my direction. This guy surly knows how to crack jokes.

That made Hunter look at me. For the first time, I couldn't read his expressions. He was just looking at me.

I looked at Des. I think it's time to go before they actually cut my hair. And I am left this salon with spiky brown hair.

We both nodded at each other and turned around. "I think I want to grow my hair even more. I will see you later, bye." I said that in the most manlier voice I could make. I looked at Hunter to see his eyes go wide as I said that. This is not good. I have to get out of here. We heard that Mike guy screaming 'Hey Rapunzel wait' but we didn't stop.

We both ran downstairs as fast as we could and out of the salon.

I think Hunter recognised me.

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