Page 27 of Viva Wed Vegas

“I did that prop a chair up against the handle thing you see in movies.” She shrugs.

I snort, laughing. “Your secret request, ma’am,” a deep voice says from behind Alina, making us all jump and scream.

“Sweet motherfucking labia,” Star curses, holding her heart.

“How did you do that so quickly?” Alina asks, taking the paper bag from him.

“It is my job,” he answers vaguely before turning and leaving.

“That guy is a little creepy,” Star mutters. “Efficient, but creepy.”

Alina pulls the box out and hands it to me. “Go pee now,” she orders.

I take the box, and my stomach is busy doing somersaults in anxiety as I walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I sit on the toilet and rip open the box, pulling out the test before I reach down and place it between my legs. I concentrate on peeing, but nothing happens.

“Come on, come on,” I murmur to myself.

“I’m not hearing any peeing,” Star states from the other side of the door.

“Not helping,” I snap back.

“Think of running water, lakes, the ocean, a waterfall,” Star suggests.

I try, but all I can think about is that I am so not ready for this. “Not working,” I groan.

“Okay, I’m coming in,” Star says before bursting into the toilet.

“Watching me trying to pee isn’t going to make me pee,” I point out.

“I know. I’m going to do a supportive test with you. We will pee and take a test together,” she states, pulling the spare test out of the box as she walks over to the bidet.

“Er, that isn’t a toilet,” I point out.

“It’s close enough,” she states, pulling up her dress as she sits down over the bidet.

“No underwear?” I ask.

Star grins. “In this dress, it’s better to not wear anything. Plus, I know as soon as we’ve exchanged rings and whatnot, Ghost will want to fuck me or eat me; it depends if he’s had his breakfast.”

“Rings and whatnot, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone be so laid-back about their wedding,” I point out.

She smiles. “I love how the mention of Ghost and me fucking doesn’t faze you. Funny, because I swore I heard you mock gagging earlier around the press.” She smirks, raising her brow at me.

I shrug. “You must have been mistaken. That wasn’t me,” I state, unable to hide my smile. “Anyway, it’s you. There ain’t nothing we haven’t heard, be it firsthand or you oversharing,” I state, laughing as I mock shudder.

Star grins. “Yeah, well, you will all have to put up with it, because that man just knows how to hit those buttons. I will always sing his praises.” She winks. “And the reason why I’m so laid-back about the wedding is because I don’t give a fuck. He is mine, and I am his, even without this bit of paper,” she states casually. She clears her throat and holds up the test in her hand. “Right, enough chit-chat. Now let’s get peeing,” she orders. “On three. One, two, three,” she orders, and the sound of her peeing echoes around the bathroom, with me soon following. I can’t help but laugh as we are both sitting here peeing on sticks. Star laughs with me. “I bet no one else has a wedding day like this,” she snorts.

I place my test on the side and clean up and wash my hands. Star does the same, being careful to put her test on the other side of the sink. “So, you know what you want to do?” she asks. The fun of the moment has now gone, and the reality of the situation dawns.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” I answer truthfully.

“Just talk it through with Cash. He will support you. We all will,” she assures me.

She nudges me, and I look at her, but her gaze is on my test. I look down and see there are two strong lines, confirming exactly what I have been avoiding. Pregnant. Well, shit.

“Fuck,” I sigh. I look to Star, and she gives me a reassuring smile. “Yours?” I ask. She holds up her negative test. “You look a little disappointed,” I point out.

She shrugs. “I guess, in a way, I am. I keep thinking about having a little girl, and I’m liking the idea more and more,” she admits honestly.

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