Wasp - A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Thirteen - Elopement or Wedding?

AURORA'S POV
I stared at Chris in shock, did he really want this? Was he just saying it to try to keep me here? I could see the anxiety building in his eyes as I pondered my answer, debating if I was ready for another marriage after the divorce was just finalized from the last one. Chris took a deep breath and looked down, then stood up and turned his back as he ran has fingers through his hair.

"Ora, please, I-I'm begging you. Please, just marry me." He wasn't facing me, almost as if he were scared of seeing me say no. I stayed seated, thinking just a little while longer.

"Chris, I don't know what to say," I started, "I mean, I just got out of an abusive marriage, I have freedom, and you're asking me to just... throw that out?"

"You know I'd never hurt you! I'd give you everything, I'd pull down the moon for you. I'd stop touring, I'd stop everything if that meant being with you. Fuck, I even bought a place in Texas so you could go to school!"

"Y-you bought a house in Texas?"

"Yes! I bought a house in Texas. I fucking hate Texas, but you want to go to Texas Tech for some reason, and I support it! I want you to do what makes you happy, but I want to be there to see it. I want to watch you walk that stage and be able to say, "that's my wife, Attorney Cerulli!" I want to be there for your first case, I want to be there for your first win. I want to be there if you lose. I want the good and the bad." His speech was touching, and I saw a tear slip down his face, as a tear slid down mine. I pulled him close to me, and hugged his neck.

"Yes, Chris. I will marry you," I finally gave him an answer in all confidence, "now can we please go, I'm really cold now." He chuckled, then wrapped his suit jacket around my shoulders.

"Yes, anything for you, Mrs. Cerulli." I laughed as we walked back to the car.

"Well, I'm not Mrs. Cerulli yet." I said as I shivered from the cold wind.

"Let's do it tomorrow. Let's just go to the courthouse and get married."

"Wouldn't your mom want her son to have a big shabang of a wedding?"

"Nah, that's what my siblings are for. I don't want a big wedding. I just want to be married to you." Chris opened the car door for me, and then got in the drivers side. He smiled wide the whole way home.
As I laid in bed with my hair in a messy bun and my glasses on while reading, Chris was getting out of his suit and washing his hair gel out. We had The Office playing quietly in the background and he came and laid down finally. I shut my book and looked over at him.

"You know, I think I want to do a wedding." Chris looked at me, shocked that I, of all people, would say that.

"Y-yeah, whatever you want, baby. We will make it happen."

"I want it to be gothic and moody, just everything I wanted for the first one, but didn't have." He gave me his undivided attention, and muted the TV.

"You never talked about your first wedding. Do I even want to know?" I sighed, and pulled up the photo album on my phone. He scrolled through the pictures, astonished by my first wedding.

"Yup, it was a western theme. I didn't want it, but all my ideas were stupid apparently."

"I mean, you look gorgeous! But, really? Cowboy boots? With that dress?" I opened my mouth, pretending to be hurt, and grabbed one of the throw pillows and hit him lightly.

"Don't be a Jack ass." I said through chuckles. He laughed more, and scrolled through the rest, continuing to laugh so I hit him with the pillow again.

"Hey, stop that!" He grabbed another pillow, and lightly hit me. I tumbled off the bed, and he rushed down to me. "Oh my god, are you okay?" I laughed and hit him with my pillow again. "You sneaky bastard." Chris picked me up off the floor as I laughed, and threw me down on the bed, pinning me down. I was lost in his gaze and his perfect smile as we both laughed, and he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. Only, this kiss was filled with love, it wasn't a hunger, it wasn't a 'take me now'. If his kiss spoke, it would have whispered sweet nothings, surrounding me in an overwhelming sense of security and love. I knew that kiss wasn't leading to anything more, it was just a kiss, and I loved it. I wanted to hang onto it for all eternity.
The next morning we sat at the bar in the kitchen, discussing what I wanted for the wedding. I felt bad for taking the reins, but Chris had handed them to me. It was a power I never had. I didn't even get to pick my last wedding dress, and here he was, looking through bridal catalogs with me, listening to my every desire. He even agreed with the location being Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta, Georgia. It was quite a bit a ways from us, but he was on board. The debate came in on deciding a date, and also if I would walk down the aisle myself, or if he'd walk with me.

"I say we take the soonest booking they have available for the cemetery." He suggested. I bit my lip as I thought.

"It just depends, I mean, the soonest we could get everything taken care of is six months. That's me getting a dress, us finding somewhere for reception, booking it for however many will be there, we gotta get invites out. There's a lot that goes into a wedding, and I'm just a funeral director. Not a wedding planner." I rambled on, and Chris chuckled.

"Trust me, we can get help with all of this. We just lure the guys over with pizza." The sad part was, he was right. The band would do anything for pizza. Even fill out invites. Now that just means we had to tell them exactly what was happening...