Page 42 of Lawyer's Secret Omega

"Actually I told the EMTs my plan. They thought it was crazy, but that you would be fine on the flight considering you had been fine while things were going down. So, the Las Vegas hospital will be expecting us."

Oh my God. I was getting married.

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Marcus

The pilots came back to let us know that we were ready to deplane. I looked at Ryan, who was still staring at me in shock. I squeezed his hand and stood up. I helped Ryan stand, then wondered about the airplane steps. Should I be in front of him in case he fell forwards? Should I walk down the steps backwards to catch him in case he fell? Should I walk behind him?

Ryan must've known what I was thinking because he glared at me, then started down the steps on his own. Alrighty, then. I'll just follow him down and catch him if he falls. There was a Billy Idol song in there somewhere. Ryan had no problems at all going down the steps. A rental car was waiting for us at the hanger. I wondered whose brain had been working enough to think of the transportation we needed. I was sure glad I had Bill and Eric along. My brain was completely fried.

We got in the car, with Ryan and I in the back. Ryan was fussing with the ice on his face. "Do you need any help with that?"

"Yeah, I want to take it off. I think my face is sufficiently numb now. Besides it's been driving me up a wall." I helped him take the icepack off but couldn't help my anger when I saw how swollen his face was, along with the bruise. If only I could have five minutes alone with Ryan's dad and uncle. Just five minutes.

"Can you help me with this stuff on my shoulder?"

"It's going to hurt moving those ice packs." Ryan turned to me with a mock glare. Or maybe it was a real glare.

"I'm not getting married with ice packs on." I smiled gleefully because that meant Ryan was still planning on getting married to me. "Don't look so fucking happy. We're getting married in Vegas, in a drive-through wedding chapel." I toned down my smile but I couldn't diminish it completely because Iwasfucking happy.

I leaned over and very carefully tried to unravel the gauze and move the ice packs. I finally used the knife off of Bill's Swiss Army contraption to cut through the gauze instead of trying to unravel it. There was no need to make Ryan's pain any worse. "I wasn't planning on getting rings before the wedding, I hope that's okay. I can cheap out on the wedding, I can cheap out on where the wedding is, but I am not cheaping out on the wedding rings." Ryan looked at me with glistening eyes.

"If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd think I was dreaming. This has been my dream for years- to get married to you, to be your omega. I'm just so happy." Ryan couldn't talk anymore, as he was choking up on tears. I wiped my eyes as well. There must be a lot of pollen in the city right now. Either that or somebody was cutting onions nearby.

The car pulled into a lot downtown near a government building. Hopefully this wouldn't take long. I gave Ryan a quick kiss and got out of the car to get the license as soon as possible. Fifteen minutes later, I had a marriage license from the state of Nevada. I couldn't believe I was doing this. My mom was going to kill me when she found out how I got married, but she could deal with it. Plus, we'd probably have a big reception at some point. For now, I could only deal with one thing at a time, which was quickly getting married, getting Ryan to a doctor, and then heading back to the city to try and keep our jobs. What a fucking day.

The car slowed down and turned into probably the tackiest place I had ever seen in my life. Ryan giggled and I glanced over at him. At least he thought it was funny. We pulled up to the drive-through window and a man leaned out. "Welcome to the Little Drive-Through Wedding Chapel. What kind of service would you like? Our menu is right down under the window here."

Oh. My. God. Ryan giggled even harder. I turned to look at him, but he pointed at me and kept giggling.

I turned back up to the window and wished there was another way we could get married, without having to go through this drive-through wedding chapel. The menu even disturbed me. You could choose to get married while sitting in the car, standing outside the car, standing outside the car with photos, with the officiant dressed as Elvis, with the officiant dressed as Elvis impersonating Elvis, or with the officiant dressed as Elvis impersonating Elvis and singing Love Me Tender. For an extra fifty dollars, the officiant would cry.

Bill lowered the convertible top, and I looked at Ryan, hoping he would make the decision as to which tacky wedding ceremony he would like the most. He had finally stopped giggling and looked at me with a smirk. "I'm going to let you decide what kind of tacky wedding ceremony we should have."

"I want to do the one where we sit in the car, but do you think he could sing Love Me Tender?" I had my first and only doubts about Ryan, at that moment in time. Then he smiled. "Just kidding. Let's do the drive-through and get outta here."

Oh thank God. I leaned over to him.

"Don't do that to me again. I honestly had a doubt about you right there for a second." Ryan wrapped his hand around my head and pulled me in for a kiss. It was a tender kiss because I wasn't sure how bad his face hurt. Again, I wished I could beat the shit out of his dad and uncle. I pulled back and looked at the officiant. "We'd like to do the drive-through in the car wedding."

The officiant put on a black robe and then performed the quickest wedding I'd ever seen in my life. I could not believe that we were married in ten minutes. Eric and Bill took photos with their phones as we kissed. Even though it was cheesy, tacky, and ridiculous as hell, I was going to treasure this moment for the rest of my life.

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