Page 140 of Creed

I kissed his cheek. “I heard you’re my escort on the biggest day of my life?”

He walked to the fridge. “Yeah, do you think I’d wear this fucking suit for anything less? Your future husband got us all out of bed at four this morning, and that includes the judge.” He handed me a muffin and a glass of juice. “I was given strict orders to make you eat that before we leave.” He chuckled. “Like you’d ever miss a meal.”

I smacked his arm. “Asshole.”

“Come on, eat in the car.” He guided me outside and to the waiting SUV.

“Everyone will see me.” I said and he glanced at me.

“So?”

“I haven’t left Creed’s Lake since I started showing. What if the paparazzi sees me?”

Josh shrugged. “So what? He’s home and ready for the whole world to know that he knocked upTheMorgan Rossi and she’s marrying him.”

“Really?” I was surprised.

“We had to talk him down from calling the press himself. The man is absolutely insane. I don’t know who we broughthome from Syria. He sure as hell doesn’t act like a guy that was just tortured.”

“What does he act like?” I asked.

He glanced at me. “Like a guy that’s about to have all of his dreams come true.”

“What do I act like?”

He glanced at me and smiled before turning back to the road. “Like a gorgeous woman who is bat shit fucking crazy! Do you have any idea how much shit I have taken from you for all these months? You laugh, then cry, then scream at me, then fart, then belch, and does Creed know about your flatulence problem? You should probably warn him because your pregnant ass is rank, and no man deserves to wake up to that in the middle of the night.”

I was laughing so hard I almost peed.

“No really, you’re the happiest I’ve seen you in months. Creed hasn’t even been home for a full twenty four hours. He must have given you the big D last night. I hope you farted in the middle of it. For real, Addie and I have dealt with that for months.”

I gasped and punched his arm again. “Say it again and I’ll let one rip right now! Its my best pregnancy super power. Too bad its just temporary.”

“We should bottle that up. We wouldn’t even have to go on missions anymore. We could just package it up and mail it. That’ll take out some high value targets.” He was laughing way too hard at my expense.

“You better not tell Creed before he marries me. If he finds out I fart he might not marry me, then you’re stuck withme forever. I’ll move into your place, and it’ll be worse in those cramped quarters.” I crossed my arms and smiled as I looked out the window.

“Fuck! God dammit, Morgan!” He started rolling down his window.

“Roll it up, or I’ll tell Creed my hair is messed up because you tried to kiss me.”

“You’re an evil bitch.” He rolled the window up and gagged before he held his nose.

“Those aren’t my farts anyways. They’re Creed’s kids and they get it from their father.”

“The hell they do! You've forgotten I’ve been held captive with him in cramped spaces. I know his farts and they smell like fresh rain compared to yours!”

I laughed. “I can fart on command, asshole. Better be nice to me on my wedding day.”

He coughed. “I think I can taste it.” He gagged again and his eyes were watering.

I looked over at him. “Dickhead!”

“Crazy bitch!” He glanced at me.

“Slut fucker and don’t you deny it! I know you did it the night we came up from the bunker!”

He glanced and smiled. “Yeah, I did, and it was the night your Uncle Darren fucked Bolton! She sucked his dick first too!”

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