Micah takes her hand, bringing it to his lips. She smiles, and I swear she’s fucking glowing. I totally see it now.
“Yes, we’re pregnant. We planned on waiting a while longer before announcing it. I’m about 14 weeks.”
“Oh my god,” Becca squeals. “I think I’m going to pee my pants. I’m so excited.” She frowns. “Wait, you’re having Micah’s baby?” Her gaze darts from Holly to Micah and back again. “Jesus, you better pray that baby takes after you, Holly. Otherwise, it’ll tear your hoo-ha apart.”
Micah blanches, and Holly scowls. “Nice, Becca. Shut up.”
“You shut up. I’m talking facts. It’s science.”
The entire table degenerates into an argument about the stretchiness of the female vagina. Evie has her head buried in her hands, the diamonds circling her finger sparkling. I give myself another mental pat on the back.
The ring is killer.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she yells, pinning Becca with a glare. “Holly has nice wide hips, and she’s strong. She’ll be ok. And she’ll have the best medical care in the world, right?” Micah’s ‘yes’ is emphatic. “There you go. She’ll be fine.”
My woman is so badass. She’s so smart and pretty. I press my cheek to the top of her head.
“Let’s go get married. Tonight. We can take the Jet and be in Vegas in a few hours. We can all go, make a vacation out of it.”
She laughs, but it tapers off as she realizes I’m serious. She pulls back to look at me with wide eyes.
“Would we all fit?” Holy fuck, she’s considering it.
“No, but we can charter another plane, easy. One phone call and I can have it all arranged.” I press her palm to my mouth, needing to breathe her in.
“What about…our brothers? Neither of them would be there.” We’re in our own little world. Our conversation private, hushed.
“No,” I say slowly, “they wouldn’t be.”
“Do you want your brother at your wedding?” she asks. I know things are strained, and after today, I am not going to judge, but I just want to make sure you’ve thought it through.”
“Do you wantyourbrother there?” I’m stalling, but my brother being at my wedding was never on my radar. Problem is, I’ve been thinking about him more and more.
“No,” she says with a sigh. “I don’t think I do. I don’t know how things are going to play out with us, and I don’t want to postpone my life until we’ve repaired things. If we ever do.”
“That makes sense.” I scratch my fingers through my beard. “I’ve been thinking about Johnny a lot lately. I think I want to go see him, but I don’t know if he’ll even speak to me. But I do know I want to marry you. And I’d rather not wait.”
She nudges my foot under the table. I’m not proud of it, but I flinch, making her laugh. Thought for a minute there one of those furry fuckers came out of hiding. Jonas has most of them in his place, but those last two cagey little fuckers are still on the loose.
“Can we really do this? Just go?”
“You’ve got the next few days off. My guys can handle anything that comes up at work. So yeah, we can do this. If you want to.”
She looks like a gentle breeze would tip her into agreeing. “Where would we all stay? It’s so last minute.”
“Probably at the hotel we own.” I pull my phone out to call our Steward. She’ll get everything organized for us.
“Wait. What? Are you joking?”
“I’m dead serious, baby. I want to marry you. I’d do it right here, right now. Vegas is the next best option. Unless…do you want a traditional wedding? We can always wait and do that.” It would kill me, but I’ll do whatever the fuck she wants me to.
“Not that.” She says, annoyed. “You own a hotel in Vegas?”
Oh, thank god. “Yeah. Well, a chunk of one. Or maybe two.” I turn, shouting at Ransom. “Do we own one hotel or two in Vegas?”
Turns out, we own one. Owning two hotels in Vegas would be ridiculous, anyway. And we don’t fly to Vegas that night, we go next weekend. The hotel staff fall all over themselves, more than happy to rearrange things, so we have an entire floor to ourselves.
But before we go, I give into that niggling feeling.