Falling Down(132)

By: Anne Mercier

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."

He chuckles. "I love you too, wife."

"It's kinda weird."

"We'll adjust."

"We will. If I can adjust to living in the same house with Xander who is constantly panty-checking me, I can adjust to this."

He chuckles. "I'll be honest. I kinda like that you're wearing my ring and you've got my last name. Luciana Kingston."

"Mrs. Jesse Kingston. Do you know how many times I wrote that on my notebooks in high school?" I laugh.

"That's not weird at all," he tells me, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"What? Maybe my writing it sealed our fate. I did make a list of wishes one day."

"What did you wish for?"

"I wished I'd meet you and we'd have a special connection."

"Came true."

"I wished we'd make music together, write songs, and sing together."

"Came true."

"Wow. Yeah. I wished you'd kiss me and, uh, we'd have crazy insane sex."

"Came true, but wild drunk crazy monkey sex."

I nod. This moment is profound. "Maybe my list was magic," I whisper.

"Maybe you've got Nana Russo's mojo."

"That's not supposed to work for personal gain."

He shrugs. "Whatever it is, it brought us together. Fate, the universe, Nana Russo's mojo."

"It's been a bumpy ride already. Hopefully the road smoothes out soon."

"Don't hold your breath, Cupcake. We've got a four month tour coming up in two weeks--groupies, media, gossip--and to top that off, we've got your mom."

I sigh. "Again, why can't you bullshit me just once?"

"Because if I've got to go through all this with my eyes wide open, I'm dragging you right along with me."

"Awww. If that isn't true love, I don't know what is."

He snorts. "You grab the ibuprofen and water and I'll order us some coffee and breakfast."

"Bacon, please. And a Coke. Coke is the cure-all for hangovers."

"Who fed you that line?"

I shrug. "I don't remember."

"There is no cure-all for a hangover. See, if I were to feed you a line of bullshit, I could say wild monkey newlywed sex is the cure-all for a hangover."

"But you don't feed me lines of bullshit, you just drag me through whatever hell we've got to face."

He throws an arm around my shoulders. "At least we're facing it together, right?"

I nod. A positive thought comes to me and I almost bounce like Meggie. "That's true. That means I don't have to face my mom alone."

He groans.

"Isn't being married fun?"

The End.

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