Best Laid Plans

Evasive

A/N: Another double update...

Perrie

Do you ever decide you're going to do something, and even though you know it's the right thing to do, you also know that other people might think you're nuts? And when it comes time to tell people the thing, you just can't? You want to, you really want to, but now the thing has become too big. Too big to say out loud. So you just keep thinking about the thing over and over in your head, but you can't quite get it past your lips?

I married Jade.

I got married.

Surprise! I got married to Jade! And I'm also pregnant with her baby!

All things I need to tell my sister, and I will. I want to, honestly. I want to more than anything, but I also feel a bit guilty for eloping without telling her. I know the very definition of eloping is to run away secretly in order to get married, and that I'm an adult with every right to do so. But she's my twin, and the idea of spitting the words out now feels awkward.

Obviously, I'm going to save the baby bit for another day.

Jade and I eloped. We flew to Vegas on Friday evening and were married before noon on Saturday, back in London Sunday evening. And yes, I signed a prenup.

Does this all sound horribly un-romantic? It wasn't, actually. It was amazing. Just the two of us, all weekend. We did nothing but get married, order room service and... you know.

Talk. We talked all weekend.

Just kidding. We had crazy sex all weekend. And we talked. And I'm smitten with my new wife.

I'm falling for her. Falling hard, which is stupid on my part. You should never give your heart away so recklessly, right? There should be a period of waiting. A system of checks and balances. A pros and cons list.

Except hearts don't work like that. They tend to fling themselves at whoever makes their rhythm skip a beat. They don't care about logic or consequences. Or breaking.

Hearts are eager and hopeful and naive. Hearts thrive on amnesia while in a constant battle of wills with your brain, which remembers everything and is only too eager to remind your heart about heartbreak and disappointment. To remind it that Jade left once before, all too easily. To remind it that you don't really know her all that well, even if your commingled DNA is rapidly growing inside of you.

But first things first. I've got to tell Peyton I got married. She's going to think I've lost my mind, but it's my decision and I think it was the right decision for me.

"I was just about to call you," she says as she answers my call.

"Twin win! Beat you to it!"

"You did. By about three seconds."

"Are you home yet?" By home I mean my apartment where she's been staying. The tour I sent her on in my place just ended.

"Yup. Sitting on your couch and drinking your soda."

"Good. Rest of the tour go okay? You survived? You don't hate me for making you go?" I'm stalling. I mean, I do want to know how the rest of the tour went and ensure she's not upset with me, but also, I'm stalling. I mentally practice saying the words 'Guess what? I eloped!' in my mind.

Tubbs chooses that moment to jump onto the couch next to me. I scratch behind his ears as he flops down beside me, front paws on my thigh. I think cats might be more emotionally supportive than they're given credit for because this one is like a big furry comfort blanket.