Favourite Explosion (Sequel to PAPOM)

Worrying Wedding

{A/N: short af, I know, but not a lot is really supposed to happen.}

"Are we actually doing this?" I asked as Kellin attempted at tying his tie.

"Yes. And you're not going to complain about it anymore. You said you wanted to go, so here we are, we're going." Kellin kept fiddling with the tie, and it was honestly hard to bear.

"This is going to be so awkward," I whined. I hadn't been to work in two days. Jaime had called me about thirty times, and I had yet to even listen to the messages. The only contact I'd had with work was confirming my attendance tonight.

"Hey!" Kellin scolded, "Stop that."

"No, you stop that. Do you even know how to tie a tie?" I asked, bewildered by the fact that he still hadn't tied it.

"Shut up. Remember the part of my life I told you about a certain someone being missing?"

"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry. Here, I'll teach you. It's not hard." I stepped behind him and showed him in the mirror how to tie the tie. After finishing, I stood there with my arms wrapped around him. "Now you do it."

"Okay... I'll try," he mumbled shyly. He slowly knotted the tie, his face contorted into that of concentration. It was so cute. He was adorably happy when he successfully tied it correctly, his whole face lit up like a christmas tree.

"See! It's not so hard," I pointed out. He squealed and pulled me in for a happy kiss. I chuckled and took his hand, pulling him from the room. "Come on, we're late enough as it is."

The moment we arrived, we were rushed into seats at the back and I could only point out two people to Kellin before the music started and everyone hushed. The beautiful bride walked down the aisle, and I kind of wanted to cry. That was weird. I never thought I would cry over things like this, yet here I was. I guess I was just so happy for Chief that my emotions got the best of me. That, or I was so fucking stressed that my body didn't function anymore.

Kellin leaned into me and the moment I looked at him, I swear, I wanted to be up there with him. Up at the altar waiting to be eternally his. It was crazy, and I swear the stress was so far out of whack my entire entity was fucked.

"I love you," I told him. He smiled at me and then his face changed.

"Wait...are you...No. You're not... Are you? Are you thinking about-"

"Nope. I'm not thinking anything," I mumbled, attempting to save myself. Kellin knew though. I could tell by looking at him. He knew.

"Mhm," he said with a knowing smile. He turned back to the couple and held my hand tightly.

The ceremony was beautiful. And long. By the time they said 'I do' I was more than ready to head home. Of course, that wasn't an option. We had to go to the reception.

They decided on a buffet style reception, where everything was at the back and you can just help yourself. There was also, of course, an open bar. I felt a bit nervous, seeing Jaime practically staring me down. But I'm at a wedding full of cops! How much safer can it get?

The night started with champagne as the speeches were made. After that, the first dance. I then dragged Kellin over because I needed to keep busy or Jaime would ambush me.

"Babe, I don't want to. Can't we go sit and eat?"

"No," I said firmly. I take his hand and drag him to the big circle of a dance floor. I hold his waist and his arms wrap around my shoulders as I lead him in circles. We may have started making out partway through. But I saw Jaime watching us in the corner of my eye, and decided maybe it's time to grab some food and split before it gets too quiet.

Kellin was eager to leave the floor, and we both head back to where the food was. I saw Jaime motion to Norman and they both stood up.

"Come on, Kell, hurry. I want to go home."

"Hey, that's rude. I'll take as much time as I want."

I grabbed his plate and filled it with everything he likes, along with mine. He wasn't looking very happy with me, but I was desperate to not talk to Jaime or Norman.

I ran over to Barham while Kellin packaged it up, knowing I would be safest with him and needed to say good. I congratulated the happy couple and started raving about the wedding and the food, letting him rant about the cost and such for however long as he wanted.

After Chief excused himself to go talk to other people, I decided that was all I needed to do here tonight.

"Kell, let's go."

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

I just started walking away.

"Vic! Please talk to me."

"I just want to go home," I commented, walking faster. Kellin got quiet and just grabbed the keys.

"I'll get the car. You stay here," his voice was tough. I made him angry. Fucking hell, good going, Vic. I thought to myself.

"Vic!" What sounded like Jaime called from behind me. I ignored him and kept walking at the brisk pace. I heard my name at least twice more. I ignored it all and practically ran to where Kellin was pulling up.

"Vic!" The voice sounded closer and before I could get to the car, a hand grabbed my arm. "Vic, we need to talk."

I chewed my lip, panic building inside of me as I turned around. There Jaime was, with Norman a few steps behind him keeping watch. God dammit, I really hoped to avoid this tonight. I still felt relatively safe though being in eyeshot of the reception.

"I'm not talking to you," my dry words spilled out. I was still so scared of the danger though, I truly believed that he would kill me to shut me up, maybe even hurt Kellin as a warning. "I need to think. Leave me alone."

"Vic, you-"

"Think faster," I hear another voice jumped in. It was Norman's and he sounded completely different to usual, he sounded sinister. "Make the right decision, Vic. You'll regret it."

I swallowed loudly, finding the door handle behind me and clicking it open before hurriedly jumping in the seat. Was that a threat? That was definitely a threat.

"Go," I demanded.

"Is everything okay?" Kellin asked concernedly, quickly pulling out. I just stayed silent, barely hearing him as my thoughts devoured me.

Kellin was silent for a while, and I was too. He knew me well enough to know not to push me right now. I couldn't stop thinking through possible scenarios, and how the hell I was going to get myself out of this.

"What did Jaime say?" his soft voice asked as we entered the city.

I glanced at him, seeing a nervous look on his face. "Nothing good. I need you to be really careful and aware the next few days."

"Really?" he asked, nervous. "Do you think he would use me to get to you?"

"I don't know," I admitted honestly. We fell silent again after that, and I could feel the tensity filling the car and strangling us.

"Do you really want to marry me?" Kellin asked, breaking the tension.

I didn't answer, still stuck in my head. Instead, I played with my fingers and stared down the road. If Jaime hurts a hair on Kellin's swear I swear I'll burn him to the ground. I don't know how to keep him safe though...I have to get back to work soon and I really don't feel good about him being home alone.

"Vic, please." Kellin sounded on the verge of tears. I reached my hand over and locked my fingers with his.

"Someday, I will marry you, Kells." I looked over at him and saw him smile and start to cry. "But right now...I just want to go home and be alone with you. Just talk for a while. I miss talking to you."

"I miss talking to you, too."

"I love you so much, Kells. I'll never stop loving you. You're the one for me."

He was full on crying now, I had to give him back his hand so he could wipe away the tears.

"You'll always have all my heart, Vic."