Part 7 (1/2)
My eyes close. I finally have everything I could ever ask for.
”We need to get married,” I state.
”We are getting married.”
”No, I mean we need to get married now.” I pause, kissing her lips. ”Today.”
”Do you want to go to Vegas?” she jokes, but I think that sounds like the perfect idea.
”We'll leave tonight. Mom can plan some kind of party when we get home.”
”Nolan, slow down.”
”No, we're getting married. I agreed with you before because you wanted to plan the wedding with our mothers, but this is no longer only about you. Now, we have our child growing inside you. Your mother and my mother will just have to get together and plan a party or some s.h.i.+t.”
”Plan a party?” she whispers, looking at me like I've lost my mind.
I ignore her and pull out my phone, sending a message to Ricket that tells him to bring the car around. Once we're out of the office with an appointment for a few weeks later and a prescription for prenatal vitamins, we head out of the building.
”Sir, madam,” Ricket says.
Chloe rolls her eyes, making Ricket's mouth twitch. She keeps asking him not to call her that, and I believe that, normally, he would stop, but he enjoys ruffling my angel's feathers.
”Ricket, we need to go to the airport. Just call ahead and have the plane readied to leave within the hour for Vegas.”
”We're not even going home for clothes?” Chloe asks.
”You can buy clothes in Vegas.”
”This is ridiculous.”
”This is what I should have done weeks ago. h.e.l.l, I should have just taken you to Vegas the first night I met you and married your a.s.s,” I say, following her into the back of the car.
”Nolan, you're being crazy.”
”Beautiful”-I pull her into my lap and grab her face-”this is not up for debate.”
”So we're going to Vegas and getting married without anyone to witness it? Do you have any idea how mad our mothers are going to be?”
”We're not going to argue about this. We're going to Vegas,” I tell her.
She presses her lips together and shakes her head. ”When your mom hears about this, don't blame me.”
”It will be fine.” I shrug.
”If you say so,” she mutters.
When we arrive in Vegas, it doesn't take long to get everything in place. Chloe has her dress sent up to the penthouse of the Paris Hotel while we're still in the air, and I take care of a tux for myself. I also have someone brought in to do her hair and makeup along with someone to take photos. Even with this being short notice, I want Chloe to have good memories of this day.
”Who are you speaking to?” I ask her, walking into the bathroom, where there is a group of people around her.
”It's not your mom, if that's what you're asking.”
”I know you already did your damage talking to her. Who now? Your mom this time?”
”No, it's Bre. She asked if I could meet her for dinner, but I told her no because my crazy fiance decided we're getting married today and flew us to Vegas.” She rolls her eyes then presses her ear closer to the phone when I give her the signal to hang up.
I told her that I didn't want her speaking to her anymore, but apparently, she is not listening lately. Half the things I say to her go in one ear and out the other. I think she spends her days trying to think up ways to p.i.s.s me off. I can't even imagine what it will be like now that she is pregnant. As soon as she ends the call, I s.n.a.t.c.h the phone from her hand.
”I do not want you to talk to her.”
”Why?”
”She was one of the women you were with the night you were drugged.”
”You don't still believe she had anything to do with that, do you?” she asks.
”I have no way of knowing for sure, so until I have evidence that excludes her, she is not to be trusted.”
”What reason would she have to do something like that?” she asks as a frown forms on her lips.
”People do crazy things every day. You never really know the reasoning.” I do not want her to live in fear, but the reality of the situation is we don't know who to trust right now, and there is no way I will risk her safety.
I go to her side and spin the chair around, placing a hand on each armrest. ”Let's not think about that today.” I move a small piece of hair off her forehead with my finger. ”Today is about us starting our future and enjoying the fact that you are carrying my child,” I declare, watching her face transform and a look of amazement fill her eyes.
”I still can't believe I'm pregnant.”
”I can. I think deep down, even after you told me you had started your period, I knew you were pregnant,” I say quietly.
”How?” she whispers, leaning towards me with a tender look on her face.
”You've seemed more settled, more at ease, like you're content with where you are.”
”I'm with you. How could I not be content?”
”What have you done with my mischievous fiancee?” I grin and she laughs, sitting back in the chair.
”If I acted like everyone else in your life, you would have grown bored with me.”
”I doubt that, Angel.” I chuckle, kissing her temple before standing to my full height. ”I will see you at the altar.”
”I'll be there,” she murmurs as I turn for the door. ”Nolan.”
I turn and look at her over my shoulder, watching her swallow then chew on her bottom lip. ”What is it, Beautiful?”