“Are you sure about that? What if I get mad at our kid and throw him out a window?”
He shrugged. “Teaches him strength and character.”
“And you won’t be mad at me?”
“Well,” he grinned. “I might ask what he did to deserve it.”
Sighing, I shook my head at him. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”
“More than anything in the world.”
Well, at least I had laid it all on the line for him. It couldn’t get much worse than throwing your own kid through the window. If he still wanted me if I did that, where could we go wrong?
“Then I guess I’d better get ready.”
I pressed my lips to his, then slid off his lap.
“Uh…babe?”
“Yeah?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.
He winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Have I told you that Hunter’s performing the ceremony?”
“Areyou sure you want to go through with this?” Maggie asked.
“Of course. Why?”
“Well, you did just shove him through a window. Again.”
I was never going to live that down, and I regretted pushing him out that window now.
Mostly.
“He wouldn’t fight me.”
“Imagine that,” she deadpanned. “Your fiancé wouldn’t fight the woman he was supposed to marry today when she’s pregnant. Yep, that’s something.”
“I know it was irrational. This whole move has been stressful, and I took it out on him.”
“Oh, no. I totally get it, but you need to learn to be more productive with your rage. For instance, on my wedding day, I found a good story and chased it, then ended up throwing grenades. It was a great stress-reliever.”
“I can imagine it was.”
“Not to mention, it made the wedding night even more adventurous.”
“Right,” I cringed. “You know, I think I can get ready on my own.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can, but I have a gift for you.” Unzipping the dress bag, she unveiled what looked like a very sturdy corset.
“Um…I’m not sure I want to wear someone else’s lingerie on my wedding day.”
Barking out a laugh, she shook her head. “No, this isn’t lingerie. It’s a bulletproof corset.” She knocked her hand on the ribbing. “It’s very tough.”
Was she freaking crazy? Why on earth would I need that thing?
“Uh…that’s really great of you, but I think I’ll just take my chances.”
She shrugged, tucking it back in. “Your funeral. I mean, wedding.”
