Page 77 of The Vegas Rerun
She shrugs coyly.
“Sooner.”
“How soon?”
“Soon.”
I laugh, my heart thudding in delighted surprise.
“Hmm. Are you trying to trap me or something?”
She leans in, brushing her lips against my ear.
“Well, it would be a good time to. You know, seeing as I am pregnant again,” she whispers.
I freeze, and she leans back, grinning now.
“Surprise,” she says in a sing song voice.
I blink at her, stunned.
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
“How long have you known?”
“A week.”
“A week? You mean to tell me that you sat through Sarah’s trial with this news in your head and you didn’t say anything?”
She shrugs her shoulders.
“I didn’t want to distract you.”
I shake my head, laughing as I pull her into my lap and kiss her hard.
“You’re insane. And I love you.”
“So, about that wedding…”
“Where do you want to do it?” I ask, breathless.
We lock eyes.
“Vegas,” we both say in unison.
And then we’re laughing, loud, wild, unfiltered joy spilling out of us like we’ve been holding it in for far too long.
It feels right getting married in Vegas, like we’ve come full circle. It will be a wedding, but it will also be a celebration of that first night we met, drunk on laughter and neon lights and unexpected chemistry. The night that gave us Autumn. The night that changed everything.
Now here we are, planning to do it right. No regrets. No fear. Just us. Together. Forever.
Later that evening, long after Autumn is supposed to be asleep, Molly and I are sitting watching TV when Autumn toddles into the living room in her polka dot pajamas, rubbing her eyes and clutching a stuffed elephant.
“Mama?” she says, blinking at Molly. “I’m hungry.”
Molly scoops her up effortlessly, kissing her cheek.
