Irrevocably Yours

2 days before

Yay! Another chapter finished. We are nearing the end of this story y'all! Tying up loose ends but I hope this will be a chapter to satiate everyone.
Warning: Rated 18A for strong, suggestive and sexual language. Please heed the warning! Thank you! Enjoy!
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Maine stood back and surveyed her closet. Clothes were strewn about, the mess spilling to the bedroom and to the bed. It's two days before the wedding and she was supposed to be packing some (emphasis on some) clothes to take with her to their honeymoon. RJ had his suitcase all packed last night. He even packed Sebastian's stuff . But her? Has she packed anything? Oh no! She tried. So hard, she did!

She's been at it for almost 2 hours now but her suitcase is still empty and out of sheer frustration, she threw her clothes all over. It's not that she doesn't have any clothes to pack, but it's because most of her clothes don't fit her anymore. She's been wearing loose fitting dresses lately that she hasn't really paid much attention to her gaining some weight. And it totally slipped her mind to maybe, just maybe, go shop for maternity clothes. I've been busy dealing with my upcoming wedding okay!

She looked around her and was able to pick 5 outfits, (again, mostly loose fitting dresses) to pack. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Just alternate these 5 outfits for the whole fuckin 14 days! Oh my god! And just like that, she started balling her eyes out. That's how RJ found her. Sitting in the middle of the mess, on the floor of their walk in closet, looking pathetic and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Whoa, whoa. What happened here? Are you okay" he asked and realized as soon as the words left his mouth that he asked the wrong question. Maine looked up with tears running down her face and went all bat shit crazy on him.

"OK? DO I LOOK OK TO YOU?!?" she screamed accompanied by Kung fu like hand gestures.

Think Faulkerson! Think quick! Shit! What do I say now? RJ looked back at the doorway contemplating wether he should just run and consequences be damned later, but instead, he crouched down and slowly crawled towards Maine. His OC self wanted to just fold all the clothes and put them away but his self preservation prevailed. With Maine being like this, he'll surely be dead if he gives in to his OC self. So he positioned himself in front of her and slowly reached for her hand to which she resisted giving at first, but RJ is nothing but persistent, so in the end, she gave in.

"I'm sorry for that dumb question love. I can obviously see you're not ok, so do you want to tell me what's bothering you" RJ started.

He waited for a bit and when no response came, he took a deep breath and tried again.

"Love, you know I won't stop asking so you might as well tell me. What is bothering that pretty little head of yours? Maybe I can help?" he finished with a quirk of his brow. That's right Faulkerson! Throw in some compliments, it might help. Truthfully, deep inside, he knows it's nothing major and it can probably be dealt with later, BUT, he just can't stand seeing Maine cry regardless of the reason, that's the bottom line.

Deep inside, the sane part of Maine acknowledged how unreasonable and how childish she was acting but she refused to give in to reason. Come on! I'm 2 days away from my wedding and the only thing that fits me right now is my wedding dress! Thank God for small miracles. But, I can't possibly take my wedding dress to my honeymoon now, can I? She looked up once again and saw RJ's hopeful but cautious eyes looking right back. My poor, poor future husband. With my mood swings and all, I'm surprised he hasn't thrown in the towel and ran the other way. He must really love me. But that love doesn't put clothes in my suitcase! Oh my god Mendoza! Listen to you, you spoiled little brat! Maine took a deep breath to calm herself first before speaking.