Syverson

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Authors Note:

So... Final chapter, people!!!

I hope you enjoy it, and thank you all so much for reading and for your support.

Victoria

"Come on, Vix, the Uber is waiting." Noah poked his head through our bedroom door. He groaned, "Vix, honey, you ain't even got shoes on."

"You should have waited until I was ready to go before calling the Uber," I said a little tartly. I threw my make up into my bag and slid past Noah. I went to our bedroom, and Noah followed me.

"Is this one packed now?" Noah asked after I packed my make-up.

"Yes," I replied, sliding my shoes on. "Let's go," I said, walking past him and waiting at the front door to lock it up behind us.

"Hey, lil girl. Why are you upset?" Noah walked past me and stood near me while I closed the door.

"I'm not." I locked the door and turned. Noah was blocking my path.

"You are," he stated. Noah started grinning, his dimples showed, and he put his hands on his knees and bent over to talk to me like I was a child. "I think I'm going to have to take extreme measures to get you to smile."

I already felt the corners of my mouth twitch. I bit my cheeks to stop myself from smiling. Sometimes Noah was so cheesy it was cute. "Sy, the Uber is waiting."

"Then you better smile, lil girl."

I showed him my teeth. "There, happy?"

"You just have to go and make it hard on yourself, don't you?" Noah shook his head at me. Suddenly, the world spun, and I found myself hoisted over his shoulder and staring at his tight arse. I felt a slap on my bum, and Noah growled, "Stop squirming, Vix or everyone's going to see your pretty panties." He picked up my bag with his free hand and carried us both to the Uber.

I relaxed and hung there. I knew from experience that I wasn't going to get away and that Noah had won. By the time he put my bag in the boot and put me down, I was not only smiling but feeling warmth bloom between my legs. "You brute," I said to him.

"That's my lil girl," he said, placing a gentle hand on my neck and bringing me close for a kiss. He hummed, "get in the car, Vix. Let's go get married."

He had been in an obscenely happy mood all day, practically jumping out of bed this morning. Not that I wasn't excited, because I was. But I also had those niggling doubts running through my mind. You're too young, you're not ready for kids, he's going to lose interest in you.

I didn't have any doubt that I wanted to marry Noah, but that constant inner monologue had started to wear on me. Adding to that Noah's obvious excitement, I felt like a piece of shit and was moody as hell. I didn't help myself either by running up to the shop and buying a pack of cigarettes and smoking five in a row. I had made myself sick for half the day and put off my packing, which was why I wasn't ready when the time came to leave.

By the time we had arrived at the airport and were boarding the plane, Noah's excitement had overwhelmed my anxiety, and my mood was nearly as buoyant as his.

Noah looked ridiculous in the aeroplane seats. His poor thighs were too long and hit the seat in front of us. He had to sit sideways in the seat, and I laid my legs over his. We held hands and smiled lovesick grins at each other.

We were quiet on the flight. It wasn't an awkward silence but a quiet excitement. Like we had a private secret that we only had to hold in a few more days, and we could finally tell everyone, which is pretty much what it was. We had spent a week talking to each other about the pros and cons of eloping, and we were both of the opinions that it was what we wanted.