Episode 814: Drunk In LoveBowie reached out a hand in the dark, slapping at the clock radio to turn it so he could see the time. Nearly one in the morning and someone incessantly hammered at their door. What the hell?
“Stay here,” he said to Lila. He climbed out of bed, slipped a pair of sweatpants over his boxers, and grabbed a baseball bat.
Lila didn’t stay in the bedroom and the boys met them in the hallway. Bowie tried to convince all of them to go wait in the bedroom while he checked things out, but they were determined not to let him investigate alone. They stood close by as he peered out the peephole.
“It’s Ava and Sebastian,” he said, putting down the bat, still uneasy, just in a different way now. His gaze briefly met Lila and Jessie’s, all wondering the same thing, had there been some development over the switched paternity results, had Sebastian’s mother done something?
“Dad, aren’t you going to let them in?” Nate asked.
“Yeah, yeah, of course, just go back to bed, okay guys? I know it’s the weekend but you still need to sleep.”
“Dad’s right,” Jesse chimed in. “C’mon, Nate, back to bed.”
When the boys were safely out of earshot, Bowie gave his wife’s hand a squeeze before he let in Ava and Sebastian.
“We need your help,” Sebastian said with a big grin on his face while Ava looked less certain though not unhappy exactly, so, Bowie, thankfully couldn’t imagine that this was something that would adversely affect Nate.
“The kids just went back to bed,” Lila said, “that’s generally where we like to be in the middle of the night, too, so, what’s the deal?”
“The deal is, instead of sleeping the night away wouldn’t you rather attend our wedding?” Sebastian asked.
Lila’s tired expression brightened considerably. “Does this mean you’re flying us to some exotic locale, all expenses paid?”
“No, it’s happening here, tonight.” Sebastian’s arms gestured wildly as he spoke as though he couldn’t contain his excitement. “We’ll still pay you to be our wedding planner, it’s just going to happen at a much more accelerated pace, like tonight, in the next two or three hours.”
“Are you drunk or something?” Bowie asked. “It’s not even tonight anymore, you realize that? It’s tomorrow. Who does this? Who knocks on a person’s door in the middle of the night scaring them half to death that something bad has happened? Who throws a spontaneous wedding in the middle of the night, you’re either drunk or insane, and somehow you pulled Avalon into this with you.”