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Chapter 49 | Don't take her away

"The kitchen is completely destroyed," I remind him.

"Okay you're right, I guess we're going out to eat then," he smiles, completely unbothered by the mess he created.

"Aaccee," I stomp like a child. "You created a mess for nothing."

"It's not for nothing. My beautiful bride needs to eat whatever sounds appealing to her," he kisses me and my heart explodes. How did I, of all people, score a man this perfect?

"You asked me to marry you yesterday, so technically I'm still your fiancée," I correct, even though it all meant the same thing to me. I love this man and he loves me.

"We should get married today," he exclaims, his face thinking that it's the best idea.

"What?" I laugh.

"I don't want a big fancy wedding with all the guys staring at you in a beautiful white dress. I want to be the only one who's able to do that," his voice that starts off forceful turns into a whisper.

"I don't want a big fancy wedding either, but we can't just get married today," I say.

"Why not?" He asks, looking genuinely curious.

"Because I don't have a dress to get married in, we don't have a witness, and I don't know the process of having a court wedding," I explain.

"Honey, how little money do you think I have? I'll get the best designer out there to pick out your dress, you can call Rose for a witness aandd you can leave the complicated information to me," he convinces me.

"You're a damn good debater," I bite my lips in thought. "How about we have it in a couple of days? It won't be months or even weeks away, but it'll give us time to actually think about it," I compromise.

He sighs, his smile dropping to a childish frown. "If that's what you're more comfortable with."

"Let's go get some food," I distract him.

"Oh right, where do you want to go?" He asks.

"Anywhere with french toast," I say truthfully and he chuckles.

And so we leave to get some food. It takes around an hour to eat our food since we couldn't stop talking for most of the time. On our way back, Ace suggests to look at strollers already.

"I'm barely five weeks," I laugh at his suggestion.

"You can never be too prepared," he smiles.

"I'm okay with the idea, but it would be stupid to buy one today," I say.

"We're just going to look around," he assures me.

I look at his side profile as he continues to drive and I know I've said this before, but my heart feels overly happy. It's like the happy you feel when you've finally made it, it's the happy I thought I'd never feel.

I reach my hand out and interlock my fingers with the hand that was resting on his thigh. He brings it up and kisses the back of my hand, taking less than a second to look at me.