Falling Down(155)

"Yeah, about Cage. He was there."
"Seriously?"
He nods and grins. "He was all for it. He kept shouting 'True love prevails'. Then he and Xander would fist bump."
"Wow. Cage Nichols?"
He nods. "Hammered. He was hilarious."
"I think I remember a little bit of that. Wow. Where did the wedding bands come from?"
"Elvis knew a jeweler down the street who opened for us to pick out bands."
"Skinny Elvis or fat Elvis?"
"Skinny Elvis. You freaked out fat Elvis so bad I thought he was going to get a restraining order."
"Oh come on. It wasn't that bad."
"Luce, you tackled him."
I rub a finger around my ring. "Well, he ran away and I didn't tackle him hard."
He chuckles.
"Anyway, the jeweler came in very handy. At least I helped pick out wedding bands. I remember that part."
"You did."
"I can't believe we got married--drunk married in Vegas with skinny Elvis at Denny's."
He nods.
"Jesus Christ, my mom is going to have a fit. Oh God. She's going to go on and on about how we don't have a prenuptial agreement and how it was irresponsible of us to get married without family there."
"Well, if you wanted to I suppose we could get the marriage annulled."
I gasp. "What?"
"I'm just saying, it's an option."
"From the looks of this room with my bra hanging from the lampshade and my panties on top of the TV, I'm pretty sure we had sex which means annulment is out of the question."
"If you wanted an annulment, we could pretend that didn't happen."
"Is that want you want?"
"Truthfully? No. I wouldn't have gotten married this quickly but really what do rings and a piece of paper change between us?"
Hmm. He's right. We live together. We work together. We're going on tour together. He's my best friend and I love him more than life itself.
"I don't want to annul the marriage, Jesse. I wouldn't have wanted to get married this soon but if you'd asked me to marry you, I'd have said yes. We could have been engaged for six months or a year. In that time we'd have gone on tour and got married after that."
"Since when do we do anything normal, Luce?"
"Valid point. I need ibuprofen and water. Then a pot of coffee."
"No prenup. You better not screw up, Mr. Rockstar."
"You either, Blush baby."
"Ugh. That nickname needs to go away."
He grunts. "Not going to happen."
"Who came up with that anyway?"
Your Vegas crowd and I guarantee that's going to catch on quick."
"Gah, The room looks like a tornado hit it."
He grins. "Not a tornado, just us. Wild drunk crazy monkey sex."
"Monkey!" I sing and he laughs. "I kinda figured with my bra on one side of the room, my panties ripped on the floor, and my jeans on the other side of the room, that it was a wild one" I giggle. "I do remember part of that." I gasp. "And I do remember you calling me "wife"."
He nods. "I love you, Lucy, more than I ever thought I could love anyone. Each time I think I couldn't love you any more than I do at that moment, my heart goes and proves me wrong, you go and prove me wrong. I'm not sure how we'll handle this with the press or your mom, but I can't say I regret it."
"You say that now. Wait until I'm old and gray with saggy boobs and arthritis."
"You'll still be beautiful to me."
I throw myself at him and hug him tight. "God, you're so amazing, Jesse. I love you so, so much--husband."