Page 62 of An Unhinged Wedding

Mia glances at me, then back to Max in apparent shock, “How does Willow feel about that?”

She nods, “I’m fine with it. It’s the right thing.”

Mia sighs loudly, “Thank God.”

“One more thing,” Max says, “I need you to train my wife.”

My wife claps her hands like nothing excites her more.

“So, what are we going to do with them? Will they die from the acid?”

Max shrugs, “I don’t really know. I’ve never done that before. Starvation, dehydration, acid, what does it matter? Regardless they’ll be in pain until they take their final dying breath.”

I nod, “Alright, if we’re done here I’d like to take my wife home. She’s pregnant and needs her rest.”

Max grins, “While I’m still not sure about your unorthodox methods, congratulations. You’re going to make one hell of a father.”

He extends his hand to me, and I shake it, “Thanks, man. That means a lot.”

After Mia finishes hugging Willow, she comes over to Max and hugs him, “I’m glad you came to your senses, bro. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby bear.”

I groan, “Wife.”

Mia giggles, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Not yet beautiful psycho, but you will be.

MIA

Trevor was quiet during the entire drive back to the house. He literally didn’t speak a single word to me. I’m not sure if he’s angry about something or what’s going on, but it feels very unsettling. It’s like knowing a life-threatening storm is coming, you’re in it, you just have no idea when it’s going to happen.

He went into the kitchen to get a drink when we got home. I went to the guest bedroom. Maybe he needs space.

I sit on the bed, thinking about everything that has happened in my life in the last few months. I shake my head in disbelief. I can’t believe I’m going to be a mother. Somehow, Savannah’s words to me have made me feel more confident about this next chapter. I’m still afraid. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. Maybe if it’s important to you, it’s natural to feel fear. Regardless, we're having a child, and there’s no going back. I don’t want to.

Trevor bursts into the room, panic etched all over his face, “What is it?” I ask.

He drops to his knees, his chest rises and falls rapidly with his heavy breaths, “Mia, I’m sorry. Please don’t fucking leave me. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to. Don’t take the two greatest things in my life from me. This is me, down on my knees, begging for your forgiveness. I will do anything, Mia. Fucking say the word and it’s done.”

My heart aches from seeing him like this, but I’m so lost as to why.

“Don’t leave you?”

He wipes a tear from his eye, “Please. I love you so fucking much.”

I kneel in front of him, “Trev, I’m not leaving you.”

He glances around the room, “Then why are you in here? Why is there a suitcase beside the bed?”

I can’t help but laugh, “I thought maybe you needed space. You didn’t seem to want to be around me. The suitcase is here because you put it here and never moved it.”

He growls as he grabs my face, “You are my wife. I never don’t want to be around you. And you sleep in our bedroom. Not a fucking guest room. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He slams his lips to mine, and I part my lips slightly. He slides his tongue into my mouth and kisses me like there’s nothing more important than this right here, right now, just the two of us. Trevor moves to my neck and places soft kisses on every piece of skin he touches, “You are my fucking world, Kitten. It all begins and ends with you. Never take it from me.”

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