“I don't know. I just woke up this morning and knew I wanted to be married to you, as soon as possible. If that’s what you still want.”
Jim said nothing as he reached across Tasha to the computer keyboard and quickly typed something.
“Pick a flight baby.” He grinned at her.
“Really?” she asked with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
“You betcha. We're going to Vegas to get married just like I said we would.” He was beyond smug.
“But this is my idea,” she insisted.
“No way. Vegas was always my idea, even before I met you,” he insisted. “When do you want to do this?”
Tasha looked at the dates of flights before them on the screen and shrugged. “Maybe Friday or Saturday. Do we need to do anything to arrange a wedding?”
“Dunno, but I know a wedding planner who will,” replied Jim, grabbing his phone.
“No.” Tasha took his phone from him.
“Change of heart, honey?” Jim stroked the nape of Tasha's neck, needing her to be sure of this.
“No, but can we talk it all through and then if we need to, we can call Kayla and if not, we can keep it to ourselves?”
“Sure, we can, over breakfast, come on.” He got to his feet, put her down on hers then led her to the kitchen where he proceeded to cook some bacon and scrambled eggs.
Once sitting at the table in the privacy of the dining room, Jim opened up wedding conversation with a grin, “So, Natasha, talk me through our wedding.”
“Initially, I was thinking just the two of us grabbing the next flight to Vegas, but I don't want anyone to be upset by not being there, like Pippa and Lizzie.”
“So, what are you saying, that we bring them all out to elope with us?” asked Jim seriously.
“It seems to defeat the object if we do that and then we need everyone to be available. No, that's not what I want.” She sighed.
“Hey, that's cool with me and I am sure everyone will understand our reasons.”
“We could do the big thing at the vineyard as a reception for everyone. Lizzie and Pippa could wear their dresses at least,” said Tasha thoughtfully.
“Okay. What about witnesses? There are plenty of people in Vegas who would oblige,” Jim told her.
Shaking her head, she looked up from her plate. “Hear me out and if you think it's an awful idea we'll go with strangers off the street.”
“Go on.”
“What about taking Bobby and Abby with us to act as witnesses. Bobby and you are obviously close and Abby is probably the nearest thing I have to a friend out here, except for Juan.”
“I'll call Bobby later and invite them over and we can check if they're free.” Smiled Jim.
“You think that's okay?” she asked nervously.
“Tasha, I think it's a brilliant idea, baby, and if anyone objects then tough because it's our wedding and our life, isn't it?” He took her hand across the table.
“Yeah, but I would hate to upset any of our family members.”
“Look, let's sort the logistics then meet with Kayla and discuss the vineyard idea. We can even tell everyone that it's our wedding, but have a blessing of some sort as you'll already be Mrs Maybury by then.” He grinned, the grin increasing as he said Mrs Maybury.
“Okay, Mr Maybury,” she replied, grinning back at him.
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