Part 57 (1/2)

Panicked, I ask, ”You're not doing this 'cause I'm pregnant, are you? You don't have to.”

He scoffs, flas.h.i.+ng me a dark look. ”No, Skeptical Sally, I'm d.a.m.n sure I want to marry you. Baby or not, I love you. I'll marry you right now if you want. Because I'm not going anywhere. It's me and you and this kid,” he says, poking me in the gut.

”Really?” I cry and he smiles.

”Really. I'm not like your parents-or those f.u.c.ktards you call brothers. I love you, and I'll stand beside you for the rest of my existence. So you say the word and you get this amazing fella right here,” he says, hooking his thumb toward himself, a stray tear rolling down his face and falling off his jaw.

It all seems too good to be true.

So perfect.

But it's real.

I know it is.

So I nod and whisper, ”Word.”

He eyes me and I watch as he realizes what I'm saying. As he laughs, he goes to his feet, lifting me off the ground and kissing me hard on the lips. Our mouths move together, and I know this is crazy. I know that we are young and it's so sudden, but I love this man.

And I will for the rest of my life.

When we push through the county clerk's office, I look over at Avery and meet her excited gaze.

”We did it.”

Her eyes are still filled with tears, but I know they are happy tears.

She may have thought she was getting an abortion today, but not on my watch.

Nope, we got married.

When Pastor Dwayne holds his hand out, I take it and shake it hard. ”Thank you so much for fitting us in.”

He smiles, but I know he's still a little wary of our union. I've known him a very long time, grew up going to his church. He may think that we are too young, but I'm convinced it really was a gift from G.o.d that he was marrying someone else when we walked in. It was a sign. I had only planned to get the marriage license and then get married at our church. But he was there, we were there, and it just seemed right. He did hesitate, asked if we were sure, and it took everything out of me not to scream, ”Yes!”

I want this.

I want Avery.

I want her to never stop smiling.

And boy, is she beaming.

”I'm very happy for you both. Hope to see you at church this Sunday,” he says with a wink and I nod.

”For sure, thank you.”

”Thank you,” Avery says as she trembles beside me.

Giving us a hearty smile, he waves. ”Good luck.”

”Thanks,” we both say as he turns to walk away. When I wrap my arm across Avery's shoulders, she looks up at me and I grin down into her beautiful face.

”We really did it.”

”Yup.”

Her lips turn up and my heart just, wow, it soars. ”This is crazy.”

I nod. ”It is. But it feels right, right?”

”Yeah,” she says breathlessly, turning into my chest, her hands coming to rest against my heart. ”It feels so right.”

Her smile drops, though, and she looks a little green. ”Are you about to get sick again?”

She swallows hard. ”No, I swallowed it again.”

I chuckle. ”That's so gross.”

She giggles as she holds me tight. ”Eh, you're stuck with it.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss the top of her head. ”Yup, and I couldn't be happier.”

Kissing the base of my throat, she squeezes me as the sun s.h.i.+nes down on us. It's chilly, but in her arms, it's perfect. This is perfect.

Holy s.h.i.+t, I'm married.

And we have a baby coming.

And my mom is going to kill me.

Chuckling, I hold her tighter and she looks up at me. ”What?”

”My mom is gonna freak her s.h.i.+t.”

She smiles. ”Hey, at least she'll care. My family won't.”

I hate the sad look she gets when she mentions them. I wish they'd just disappear or at least treat her right. I lean my head to hers. ”We don't need them.”

”We don't,” she agrees, nodding her head. ”But are you sure this was okay? Didn't you want your family here?”

I shrug. ”I would have liked it, but it was just right, you know? You're not upset you didn't get to rock a dress are you?”

She smiles. ”Not really. I just want to be yours.”

”Boom, done.” I grin as I throw my hands up for dramatic purposes and she laughs. ”And I promise, when I sign my bada.s.s contract, I'll take you on a honeymoon.”

”With a brand-new baby?”

”Yup,” I say with a grin. ”Or my mom can babysit. She wants a new grandbaby, remember?”