request: Ransom and Reader being friends and they have a trip to Vegas and it's the class "get married without knowing" but ransom lies and says he can't remember anything but in reality he remembers it all and refuses to say they got married?
pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader
word count: 317
warnings?: secret keeping, not proofread
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It had been two weeks since the Vegas trip. Two long, excruciating weeks as Ransom struggled with keeping what was perhaps the biggest secret he'd ever kept. And usually when he had a big secret, he'd tell you. But this time, the secret was about you. So what could he do?
You hadn't remembered anything. On the last night of the Vegas trip, the both of you got totally wasted and, ever the lightweight, you remembered none of the events. But he did. Or, at least, he remembered walking out of the chapel, the Elvis-impersonator telling you both, "Congratulations. And have a good night!" And it suddenly dawned on him that you were no longer his best friend since childhood. You were his wife.
When you woke in the morning, wrapped up in his arms, you apologized for falling asleep on him, then asked if he remembered anything that happened.
And he promptly lied — "Not a thing."
Because, well, this was the best thing that could have ever happened to him. You were the best thing that ever happened to him. And, if he was being honest, in the past when he imagined a married life, he had always imagined you as his wife. Now, that was his reality, and he didn't quite want to let that go.
So he lied, like he often does, but this time he felt guilty.
So, for two weeks, he sat in his agonizing guilt, trying to figure out what he was going to do. What he was going to say. Running through every scenario, picking apart your every potential reaction, weighing the odds. And, with every potential outcome, he was terrified that you'd blow up and he'd lose you.
And so, he kept his mouth shut, praying that this would end well. After all, you didn't have to know.
After all, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?
