Christina
I took the pill and rushed through a shower, then dressed faster than I ever had. Walking into the kitchen, I noticed two carry-ons sitting beside the front door. “Jase, why are we going to Vegas? I don’t understand why there’s such a big rush.”
He handed me a couple of saltines and a pop, guiding me to the kitchen island.
“You and I are gettin’ married, Cricket.”
“I already told―”
“Zip it,” he said.
I wrinkled my nose. “Rude.”
“You and I are gonna be official, ’cause my kid’s not growin’ up a bastard.”
“Ohmigod, Jase, we’re not living in the nineteenth century.” I rolled my eyes. “And we haven’t even talked about kids. Do you want them?”
“f**k, yeah, I do. Do you?”
“Yes, of course. I mean, eventually.”
He grinned, leaning his face close to mine. “Well, eventually’s he
