Here Lies the Lives Left at the Altar (On Hold)

Chapter Eight

I am terribly sorry about taking so long to update. I've struggled a bit figuring out exactly where I want this story to go. I'm still figuring out some specific details, but I figured I owe at least a chapter!

I'm actually almost done with Chapter Nine as well because it's a direct confusion of this chapter. Hopefully, you can expect that soon. I hope this chapter isn't boring, I'm trying to do a heavily character driven book instead of a plot driven book!

I hope you enjoy, and please remember to comment and vote as you go!

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Rosie

I wake up to Archer calling my name. My eyes flutter open and I blink, trying to rid my tired daze. I sit up slightly and roll my neck out to adjust from the awkward angle I had slept at. Once I work out the stiffness in my neck, I glance at Archer in question. His eyes are flickering between me and the road, one hand on the steering wheel.

"We're pulling up to the hotel," Archer tells me and I instantly perch up.

"We're already in Coeur d'Alene?" I ask as I turn towards the window. Sure enough, we're surrounded by buildings that would almost make you believe you're not in a city, considering their lack in height. I sit up a bit and see the beautiful lake just a ways away. It's hard to believe the amount of trees around us considering we're in a city. I see gorgeous mountains in the distance, and I certainly understand why people love this city. I smile giddily, it's just so beautiful. It's certainly a small city, but I think that it's perfect.

We pull up to the hotel we're staying at and see employees waiting for us. I'm helped out of the car and I give him a warm smile, thanking him. I see Archer at the trunk of the car, wincing when he sees the 'Just Married!' sign with the second word crossed out dramatically in red marker. His eyes widen when he sees my extensive amount of luggage that I shamelessly brought.

"Miss, may I take your jacket up to your room?" the bellhop offers, and I decide it's the perfect moment to reveal my shirt underneath.

"That would be lovely, thank you so much." I take my jacket off and flip my hair over my shoulder. Archer's jaw goes slack as he reads the words on my shirt. I've been dying for him to see it. It's a light pink shirt that says 'My husband says I'm crazy, but I'm not the one who married me!'. I flash them all a wide grin, making sure all the hotel employees see my attire. They tilt their heads slightly as they read it, seeming at a loss for words.

"Sweetie, you forgot to wear your shirt!" I huff out to Archer, walking swiftly to my one of my many duffel bag. I zip it open and instantly whip out the shirt that sits on top of my belongings. I didn't think it was possible, but Archer's face drops even more. It's a black t-shirt that says 'If you can read this, my wife says you're too close!'.

"Yes, how else would they possibly know we're married?" Archer grits out between his teeth.

"Ah, you're newlyweds?" the doorman says excitedly. "Perhaps you'll find a bottle of champagne in your room, then!"

"Perhaps we will!" I agree swiftly, with an innocent shrug.

We check in easily, and I make sure to flash the receptionist my wedding ring as I hand her my identification. I figured I would just wear the ring Miles gave me for now. It was flashy enough, and it would catch people's eye. Archer said he didn't have a ring to use, so I bought him a random ring from a store we stopped at on the drive. Nobody would really pay too much attention to his ring, not when I would be shoving mine in their faces.