Love to Hate You

Chapter 37

Beep. Beep. Beep.
What is that incessant sound?? I try to open my eyes. It takes a few tries but they finally squint open. Ugh, that bright light.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Where the fuck am I?? I look around. Hospital. I furrow my brows. Hospital?? My eyes widen. "Ezra!!" I shout, as I begin to sit up and yank out the Iv In my arm. A female in baby blue scrubs rushes into the room.
"Whoa! Let's calm down! I can answer all of your questions!" She says, grabbing my arm as it leaks blood.
"Why am I here?? Where's Ezra??" I ask. She bandages my arm.
"You passed out from exhaustion. Whatever you put your body through was a lot. I don't know about your friend Ezra but I can look it up." She answers calmly. I nod my head and wait for her to leave. When she does, I get up and look for Ezra myself. I find the front desk and ask for him. I find out that he's out of surgery and he's recovering well. I sigh in relief and go to the room he's being held at. When I enter, he's awake and I'm pissed.
"What the fuck were you thinking?! You got yourself shot, E! You scared the living shit out of me!" I yell, he flinches at my sudden appearance.
"I swear to God or whoever the fuck is up in the cosmos that if you died, I would have followed you into the afterlife and find a way to kill you all over again!!" I continue to rant. Slowly, he begins to smirk and I'm so flabbergasted by the audacity that I stop talking.
"Are you done, Baby??" He says, the grin growing on his handsome face. I glare at him.
"Good. Now come kiss me. I just took a bullet for you." Needless to say, I walked the short distance from the door to the bed and kissed him with fervor. My hands cradling his face and emotion choking my throat. I pull away.
"Don't ever scare me like that again." I whisper.
"It's just my shoulder. It went straight through. I'm fine." I roll my eyes at his nonchalance. Always so damn calm.
                          EZRA'S POV
Four weeks later
I look in the mirror, checking my reflection for any imperfections. I'm in a white suit, at the courthouse. It's finally happening. I'm about to marry the man I fell in love with at first sight at a coffee shop all those months ago. He chose me.
"Damn. You look good in white, Baby." Jasper's voice echoes in the restroom. I turn around, smirking. He licks his bottom lip and stares at me with fuck me eyes. Those blue ones that always feel like a call out to sea and drown me in them.
"Do you want to marry me or do you want to fuck me?? We only have five minutes. Your choice."
Before Jasper could reply, Marcus walks in.
"Let's get this show on the road!! Lily is getting antsy and she gets talkative when she's antsy."
I chuckle and Jas rolls his eyes. We all walk out and meet the judge. Marcus and Lily being our witnesses. It was a short and sweet ceremony. We wrote our own vows and the smile never left my face. I'm too happy. Now we're Jasper and Ezra Rowan-Valenti. I look at my new husband. His curly dark hair, long eyelashes, plump lips, and that sexy black suit. Yeah, that's all mine.
"Hey, Jas. Want some coffee??"
He smiles, knowing that's where this all began.
"Yeah, coffee sounds awesome."
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