Then my brows furrow when he presses play.
The screen shows me that Connor is handing over a paper and his credit card to the chapel clerk, while I am on his back piggyback style.
“Ah yes, I think we had to get a license at the county office which is conveniently open late, and there are about ten chapels within a three-block radius.”
“So, we just walked across the street?” I wonder.
We both angle our heads as we try to figure out how we found ourselves in such a predicament. “Sounds about right.”
On the screen, he sets me down when the lady behind the desk indicates for us to walk down the aisle. My head now falls to my hands when the video shows me jumping onto Connor’s front, straddling his waist, with my arms linked around his neck. Then he walks us down the aisle in that very position.
“Wow, you were eager.” He smirks at me. “Oh look, we’re getting to the good part. Elvis is making an appearance.”
We both watch the video as we arrive at the end of the of the aisle, with a man in a costume ready to seal the deal. Connor lowers me, and we look at one another.
Suddenly sound begins on the video.
“Should we be questioning this more?” I ask Connor, clearly under the influence of tequila and holding fake flowers.
“Were you when we were making out with my hand up your dress in the elevator at the hotel after we fought then gave in?” he challenges, and it doesn’t sound like he’s sober, not by a long shot.
I shrug my shoulder. “Meh, you’re right.” I face Elvis. “We can do this. He has already told me he doesn’t hate me… I think. Wait, did I admit that I want him too?”
Connor scoffs a laugh.“Damn straight you did, you pushed me against a wall to kiss me again.”
I smile and point a finger at Connor. “I totally did. After you told me you didn’t hate me at all, and I should be yours.”
“You should be, Sprinkles.” Connor nearly sounds offended.
I coo a sound. “You called me Sprinkles.”
We share another affectionate look before we grab one another’s faces with our hands to kiss hard and fast, not taking notice of the man trying to marry us.
Elvis observes us blankly then gets into character again, complete with a chuckle and voice that clearly isn’t his own. “You kids ready to shake it? We’ll make it quick so you can take this to the marriage bed.”
Connor and I pull away from one another in a state of buzz and realization.
“Be mine forever,” Connor states.
“Do we get to have a dog? I can wear your jersey too, right” I ask far too seriously.
Connor wraps an arm around my middle to keep us close. “Anything you want. I’ll get a diamond ring after in the hotel store. We should totally get another bottle of tequila to celebrate that we’re doing what we were always meant to.”
“Yesss, tequila. Naked too. Naked tequila for our wedding night,” I agree with excitement.
“You two seem like cool cats. But I gotta keep this cruising, we have another couple waiting in some medieval costumes, and we try to keep this short.” Elvis is doing his best to move us along.
“Fast version,” Connor snaps at Elvis then returns his gaze to me.
Elvis chuckles again. “Take her to be your bride?”
“Yes.” Connor’s answer is quick and sharp.
Elvis directs his attention to me. “Take him to be your husband?”
“Yes,” I reply with vigor.
“I pronounce you husband and wife. Love her tender and love lives forever.” He leans to the side to grab rose petals before he throws them at us. “Crystal at the front desk will take your picture. Have a blast.”
