Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
You’d think the news of our engagement and the pregnancy would warn them off but some of them try even harder than they did before. It drives me around the bend.
Fortunately I have complete trust in Caleb so I’m not worried at all. It’s just irritating. It stresses him out too.
When I finally make it home I climb in the shower and afterwards I snuggle up with my poorly, soon to be, husband in bed. He instantly wraps himself around me, bringing my face to his neck.
“Marry me,” he whispers as I place my hands against his feverish skin.
“You’re burning up,” I try and pull away so I can get his medicine.
He doesn’t let me, he looks in my eyes in the dark; they’re serious, extremely serious. “I want to marry you on Wednesday.”
“What?”
“Please. Just do this for me. I’ve already made the appointment. Two PM on Wednesday. I wanted tomorrow but tomorrow was taken. At Gretna Green, it’ll be a road trip.”
“What’s wrong with you?” I snap and pull myself free of his arms. “Let me get you something to bring down that fever.”
“You’re not fucking listening!” he exclaims suddenly and sits bolt upright in bed. He winces and presses his hands to his head. “I need you to marry me, please. It’s simple. We can have a party in a couple of months but I want to make you my wife.”
Damn it. This is crazy. He’s delirious.
“Promise me,” he sounds out of breath.
I nod, not saying the words but sort of meaning them. “Okay.”
He sags back, his body too heavy for his lack of energy right now. I take this chance to rush into the bathroom and wet a lot of towels. When I place them over his skin he cries out. My panic increases. “What’s wrong? What is it? I think I should call an ambulance.”
“No!” He almost shouts and his hand wraps around my wrist. “I’ll be fine in the morning, it’s just the flu or something.”
“I don’t know Caleb,” I admit and place a wet flannel on his forehead.
His eyes come to mine, “Please Gwenny. No hospitals.”
I sigh and agree, he’s right, it’s probably nothing. I’ll just have to keep a close eye on him.
“I almost forgot,” he whispers and motions me closer. “Bring him here.”
On a giggle I move up the bed and bring my naval up to his face.
“Love you baby Weston,” he says and I feel his lips press against my stomach. Seconds later he’s fast asleep and I’m changing the towels. His temperature is so high the water in the towels is now lukewarm. That’s crazy. Now I’m really worried.
The morning comes and Caleb is much better. His fever broke in the night, I know this because I didn’t sleep at all. I don’t want him to go to class and I’m shocked when he so easily agrees and spends the day with me in bed watching movies and eating junk.
Then he reminds me of what he said last night and my heart starts racing. “We’re getting married Wednesday.”
I roll him onto his back, “What’s the rush?”
“You’re pregnant with my son, I want to do this properly.”
I frown and think on it for a moment. I want to walk down an aisle in a stunning white dress. I want the after party and the confetti. I don’t want to get married at a registry office just for the sake of getting married.
He sees my thoughts churning and gives me a little shake, “I hate to pull this card…”
“What card?”
He rubs his hands over his face and flips us over so I’m on my back, “If you don’t marry me then I’ll think you don’t love me.”
Drama. “Stop being an idiot.”
His face falls, I see the desperation in his eyes. “Please Gwenny. Please.”
Now I’m really panicked, “What’s going on Caleb?”
“Nothing…”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I had a dream,” he blurts and pecks me on the lips. “I had a really bad dream and I can’t remember it but I know I want to marry you and I don’t want to waste another minute.”
“Damn it,” I groan and turn my head. “Fine. Fine. Wednesday we’ll get married.”
“You swear?”
“Ugh.”
“Swear it, Gwenny or I’m never eating you again.”
My mouth falls open in horror, “You bastard.”
“Swear it.”
“Okay, okay, I swear it!”
The smile that lights up his face is mesmerising, he kisses me deeply before rolling back onto his back and pulling me tightly to him. “Love you Gwenny.”
“Love you too.” Even though we’ve agreed, something in my gut just isn’t right. There’s something going on here and I want to ask him but I’ll give him time to get better first. He looks exhausted, sounds exhausted and is clearly unwell even if his temperature has broken.
“Let’s just stay in bed until we get married,” he murmurs, his lids hooded and sleepy looking. “How does that sound?”