When we’re pronounced husband and wife he pulls me up onto him so that my legs wrap around his waist and attacks my lips. There is no hesitation, his tongue plunges into my mouth with reckless abandon. As our tongues are dueling back and forth his hands cup my ass as he squeezes. Moaning into his mouth I realize we need to move this to the bedroom because what I’m going to do to him in about five minutes would not be appropriate in front of Cher and his brothers. I almost forgot his brothers were even here!
Slowly sliding to my feet, we turn around and face my new brothers-in-law. We all go in for a group hug and they start to congratulate us. We take a few pictures seeing as the package we chose came with a set number of “professional” photos. I definitely want a picture with Cher, so I pull Zander over to the wedding arch where we stand on either side of her. We take a few pictures by ourselves and even allow the three amigos in a few. When Josh found out what we were planning he called Kyle and told him to get his ass down there ASAP. When he arrived he looked pissed off, but his attitude changed when he realized what we were doing. After a few more pictures, we’re done and I’m horny as fuck.
“Babe you need to take me home so we can consummate!”
“Well, my first duty as your husband is to make sure you are satisfied with the consummation baby. I don’t care if it takes me all night to do it, I promise to be extremely thorough,” I get a shiver up my spine as we race back to the hotel.
When we return back to the hotel minus his brothers, I indeed scream his name all night long as he makes slow sweet love to me until the sun is rising. The last thought I have before I pass out of exhaustion is that I need to remember this feeling for the rest of my life. Happiness and pure contentment.
Thinking about our night, I smile. You would think I regret it but I don’t. Even in my drunken state I knew what I was doing. Do I think I would have married him if I was stone cold sober? Probably not because my logic and rational thinking would have got the best of me. Now it being the morning after I am a firm believer in everything happens for a reason and I am a thousand percent sure that I am meant to spend the rest of my life with Zander Cage.
He eyes me skeptically trying to gage my reaction of our marriage last night. I pull him down on the bed with me laying little kisses all over his face. “I can’t believe we’re married!” I say excitedly. “I get to kiss this adorable face for the rest of my life.”
“Thank fuck you’re okay with this. I was convinced you were going to wake up and regret the whole thing. I have never done something so reckless yet so incredibly right in my life. I am so fucking thrilled you’re my wife baby,” I giggle at hearing him call me his wife. “Oh, and I am not fucking adorable. Puppies and babies are adorable.”
“You’re so right babe, you’re rugged and manly. The furthest thing from adorable. What was I thinking? I just wish my Dad and Ash could have been there. Ash is going to fucking annihilate me and god knows how my Dad is going to react. We should definitely tell him as soon as we can before he finds out from somebody else.”
He agrees with me and suggests we get ready and head to his room. Possibly take him out for breakfast if he takes the news well. When we are ready we head down to the living room where there are at least six giant boxes scattered all over the place.
“What’s all this shit?” Zander questions.
“Open one up and look for yourself bro.”
I turn around and notice Josh at the top of the stairs with a coffee mug in his hand. I open the box in front of me and gasp. This box is filled with tee shirts with our wedding picture on them! There we are in all our wedded bliss, I’m wearing my veil and Zander is sporting his bow tie and top hat standing under a tacky arch with none other than Cher. I’m impressed with how photogenic I look sporting a veil of condoms. I wish I could say the same for Zander. He is smiling so hard it looks like his eyes are closed shut. I grab one and throw it to Zander, he opens it and starts busting out laughing.
“Babe, I can’t believe I married you with a pack of condoms on your head! This is going to be the best story ever for the grandkids!” He has to bend over he is laughing so hard wiping tears from his eyes. I run from box to box and all I find is massive amounts of memorabilia from our wedding. We have coffee mugs, sweatshirts, calendars, mouse pads and magnets. “Why the hell do we have so much shit?” I ask the room in general noticing Kyle is now in the room with us.
“The chapel realized who Zander was after you got married. They thought it was great advertising having you with all of their shit. I don’t know when they thought you would actually wear or use any of this, but it’s all yours. You guys took off out of the chapel so fucking fast they made us wait two freaking hours for them to print it all out and bring it back here. It was great though, Jay was so shit faced he made out with the Cher impersonator. I cannot wait to tell him when he wakes up that Cher was a dude. Don’t worry though, when Kyle and I noticed we pulled them apart, well, after we got pictures first,” we all bust out laughing, fucking Jay!
Hearing my phone start to ring I look down at the screen and see Ashlyn’s smiling face and have a mini panic attack. “Josh, did you tell Ash about the wedding? I need to know what I’m walking into here!”
“You’re good I didn’t tell her anything.” Zander takes off looking for his phone which is also ringing.
“Bitch! You go to fucking Vegas and get married without me!! What the fuck Sav, I thought I was your best friend,” I can hear the hurt in Ashlyn’s voice and I know I need to smooth things over.
“First of all, how the hell did you even find out already? I was going to call you soon to fill you in. It was spontaneous Ash, I really wish you were here for it but I can’t regret getting married. It may be the best decision I have ever made and I know we haven’t known each other very long but I just kept thinking about my mom and how short life really is so I seized the moment. Not to mention the numerous shots I consumed prior to the wedding probably helped as well.”
“When you put it like that I can’t get mad at you. But you robbed me of my maid of honor duties! I don’t care if you’re already married, I’m throwing you a bachelorette party when you get back!” We talk for a few minutes before we say our goodbyes. I’m so glad she isn’t mad at me and understands why I did it.
As I hang up the phone I see Zander still on the phone so I go and sit on the couch.
“I don’t give a fuck what you have to do Jen, get that fucking story out of the headlines!” he hangs up his phone and throws it towards the coffee table. He rakes his fingers through his hair in annoyance and turns towards me.
“Baby, I have to tell you something but you can’t freak out.”
“Starting a conversation saying not to freak out will only make me freak out babe. Lay it on me,” he gets down on his knees in front of me so we are eye level, him in between my legs.
“Everyone knows.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I know everyone knows. Ashlyn just called me and told me that everyone knows about our wedding. Everyone knows what exactly?”
“Well, yes. Everyone knows we got married last night. Someone even got a picture from the wedding and it’s plastered across all the gossip magazines this morning. But that’s not the worst part.”
Now I start to panic. “Okay, so you’re telling me that being on the cover of a magazine in a condom veil shit faced is not the worst part….” I let out a groan of frustration, “lay it on me. Just rip the band aid off and don’t sugar coat it.”
“Everyone is convinced you’re knocked up and that is why we had a shot gun wedding. That is the headline that’s going around everywhere, but don’t worry, my PR team is working on getting the story taken down ASAP.”
I start to laugh like a crazy person. Up until last night I was just Savannah Jenks, good old Savvy, bartender/bar owner and boring as fuck. Now I’m the knocked-up woman who tricked a man into marriage.
“Why would we get married if I were pregnant? This isn’t the 1950’s for c
rying out loud,” he looks at me apprehensively like I’m about to snap.
“Babe I don’t even care right now. I just want to enjoy this fantastic feeling of newly wed bliss. I thought the tabloids saying anything about me would bother me but I can’t seem to care. It’s all lies so who gives a shit?”
“What did I ever do to deserve you?”
“Apparently buy me this massive rock, which we may need to discuss downsizing. This thing had to of cost a fortune and I keep blinding myself when it hits the light!” I am in awe of the ring though, I just can’t in good faith not put up a fight about it.
“Absolutely not, I picked that out for you and I don’t care how much it cost. Do you want people to think that I’m a cheapskate fuck baby?” he nuzzles his nose in my neck and starts to tickle me as I start yelling for him to stop. “Stop babe, I’ll pee my pants!” He pulls me up off of the couch and pulls me into a hug.
“Now that this is the news everywhere, I think we need to go and talk to your Dad right now. We don’t want to run the risk of him finding out from somebody else. On the way down, I’ll call my mom and explain to her what happened. I have to say, she is going to be ecstatic! She has been talking my ear off about you since you two met, she knew you were different for me.”
We head up to our room quickly getting ready, then we’re off to find my dad.
*****
Knock… Knock… Knock…
“I feel like I’m going to throw up. He is going to be so mad,” I mutter under my breath to Zander.
“Just know that if he cuts off my balls, they were very happy with you while it lasted baby,” I squeeze his hand as the door flies open.
Dad pulls us both to him into a bone crunching hug while he congratulates us on our marriage and the bambino on the way.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be a Gampy! I’m going to teach him how to hunt and fish. All these hippy dippy parents these days are raising a bunch of pussies. No grandson of mine will be soft, he’ll be able to hunt with a bow by the time he’s five!”
“Whoa Dad, don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m not pregnant, when did you start reading gossip blogs? I am 100% not pregnant, so hold all of that Gampy business for a couple of years. We just got married for crying out loud.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m sorry sweetie.”
“What for?” I ask hesitantly.
“I’m about to cut your husbands ball sack off, I’m sorry there really is no other way around this.” Lunging for Zander I jump in between them pushing my Dad back by his chest.
“Back off Dad, you were okay if I were knocked up but just being married isn’t okay? You’re not making any sense right now!” he goes and sits down on the bed clearly upset. I sit down next to him and put my head on his shoulder.
“What’s the matter dad? Talk to me.”
“Every father thinks of that one moment where they get to walk their little girl down the aisle to preferably someone that’s not an asshole. You found that honey, I’m so happy that you found something special like I had with your mother, but I got robbed of my moment.”
Tears start to form in my eyes at the thought of disappointing my dad. “I’m so sorry Dad and if it makes you feel better we are going to plan a big wedding when we get back home. You will get a chance to walk your little girl down the aisle,” covering his hand with my own I give it a squeeze.
He shoots up from the bed like it’s on fire. “Well why didn’t you say so sweetie? You’re always so fucking dramatic! Stop being a pussy Zander and let’s go celebrate over breakfast,” I look over to Zander and mouth “me?”
Walking over to Zander my Dad finally shakes his hand. Pulling him in for a hug he whispers something in Zander’s ear. Okay, definitely a bro moment.
After breakfast, we decide it will be best to fly home today seeing as the paparazzi are swarming here trying to get the first picture of the newlyweds. The only picture they have on the tabloids must have leaked from the wedding chapel because it’s the same one that is all over our wedding crap.
We’re all packed and ready to go. Zander decided it was best to just face the paparazzi for the first time so they back off. We’ll give them the picture they want, then all of the hype around us should die down. I want to put on the tightest top with me to try and expel the rumors of a pregnancy but I can’t find it. Having to settle for something a little less form fitting I sigh in frustration. I do not want to look pregnant. When Zander notices what I’m trying to do, he laughs, telling me I look beautiful no matter what anybody says about me.
The hotel staff already grabbed our suitcases from the room and brought them to the car to make it easier on us. As we approach the exit my hands begin to shake and Zander stops to give my hand a reassuring squeeze and a kiss on the cheek as we exit to mass chaos. The paparazzi have tripled compared to yesterday and everyone immediately starts yelling our names. I’m baffled they actually know my name. We stand there for a minute with smiles on our faces. Catching me by surprise Zander picks me up bridal style and plants a kiss on my lips for all to see. In shock Zander leads me to the blacked-out SUV where my Dad and his brothers are waiting for us. They went out ahead of us so that we could take off right when we got in.
As I take a seat the breath I had been holding exits my mouth. “How do you do this all the time? It’s so nerve wracking. And not that I’m complaining but what was that little show back there Mr. Cage?”
“I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to show off my wife to the world so I seized the moment. You’ll get used to it. It’s only crazy right now because we’re front page news, think about how it was back home before we left. Not one paparazzo bothered us at all, which most likely won’t be the case for the next few weeks. I’d like to reassure you and tell you everything will go back to normal baby, but I can’t. It might be the same quiet town we return to or it could be total craziness.”
I lean my head on Zander’s shoulder and close my eyes. It’s been a crazy couple of days and it’s all finally catching up to me. Opening my eyes, I realize that I’m on the plane laying on the couch. I look around and see all the guys sitting on the couches towards the front playing video games, even my dad. Sitting up I head to the bathroom, man I have to pee. When I’m done emptying my bladder, I head back out and try to track down a water. Zander notices me and waves me over. Holding up a finger telling him I’ll be right there I go and grab a water from the flight attendant before heading to sit next to Zander. When I go to sit next to him he pulls me down onto his lap and whispers in my ear, “Hello wife.” I get the tingles just hearing him call me his wife.
“Hello Hubby,” I say enthusiastically.
“No way baby, I am nobodies “hubby”, I’m your man, your husband.” Puffing out his chest as he says husband makes me love him even more. This man is proud to call himself my husband. I lean down and kiss him quickly, aware my Dad is glaring a hole in the back of my head.
“Dad do the rules still apply in your presence even though we are married now? Do we have permission to touch?”
“Just don’t be getting all handsy in front of me,” he mumbles causing me to laugh.
Soon after we land I get in Dad’s truck heading back to my house. Zander didn’t want to leave my side but I told him I needed to spend some time with Ash and catch up on the bar. He informed me I had 2 hours before he came over, I reluctantly agreed. When we pull in the driveway Ashlyn comes bombing out of the house, swings my door open and tackles me.
“Can you gals wait to have your pillow fights until after I leave please? There are things a man shouldn’t see his daughter doing.”
“Mr. J, I haven’t seen Savvy in days! Excuse me for the excitement especially when on one of those days she got MARRIED!” she excitedly yells. I grab my suitcase, kiss Dad on the cheek and head into the house following Ash.
We spend the next couple of hours talking about everything in detail.
“I am so bummed out that I didn’t get to see an
y of this shit! I’m always in the wrong place when the right stuff is happening,” she pouts her lips and crosses her arms over her chest.
“I know, but I promise you will have a front row seat for my next wedding. Alright, now that we have that out of the way, how was the bar while I was away.”
“It was great, barely any issues,” she looks down and I know there is something she isn’t telling me.
“Spill it bitch, just say it.”
“Luke stopped by Friday night, sat at the bar and watched the fight. He saw everything and by everything, I mean Zander practically mauling you before the fight. From there he proceeded to get shit faced before anyone told me he was becoming belligerent. I approached him to ask him to leave and that’s when he got a little aggressive. He grabbed my arm really hard,” she lifts up her arm showing me a bruise on her forearm, “screamed in my face that you were his and that this wasn’t over, then shoved me out of the way and stormed out of the bar. He scared the shit out of me Savvy, I thought he was going to attack me.”
I give her a hug thinking this doesn’t sound like Luke. Sure, he was an asshole who cheated on me but not once did I ever feel unsafe around him. If he physically put his hand on Ash, he must be off his rocker. When I saw him a couple weeks ago he seemed okay, still trying to win me back but nothing out of the norm which makes me wonder if when I mentioned I was seeing someone it set him off?
“I’m so sorry Ash, hopefully he stays away now that he knows Zander is close by.”
Zander chooses this moment to knock on the door and join our little pow wow. I run over to him and jump into his arms telling him I missed him.
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