Thirty // J.G. (sequel)

when in vegas.

"No. I refuse." Marley obstinately stood at the forefront of the luxurious suite Jack had reserved for them, ardently shaking her head. "Babe, no! I won't have you spending this much money on me, ever. How much was this anyway? A thousand? Million? Oh, it better not be!"

For their six-month anniversary, Jack had decided to surprise Marley with a weekend getaway to the flashy Las Vegas. While she had forced herself to be okay with the money spent on plane tickets, she just couldn't accept the costly lodging he had chosen: it was a two-story bungalow at the Palms hotel with their very own private balcony and jacuzzi.

"Baby..." He cooed, obviously much more comfortable with the accommodations. His arms coiled around her stubborn frame while he lay his chin onto her shoulder. "I'm spending this money on us. Come on, we deserve a treat for our sixth."

"How much did you spend?" She frowned.

"It doesn't matter," He insisted, "This weekend is gonna be stress-free."

"Jack."

"Marley."

"Jack!" She whined, pivoting around to face him. "I'm not comfortable with you blowing all this money."

"Will you relax, please?" He set his hands on her shoulders, gently rubbing them while lowering to her eye level. "I wanted the best for my baby. I know you would be fine with some average hotel room, but I can't not go big for our anniversary. So I'm gonna do this for us. I promise I won't do any big spending for a while."

"That's a lie." A pout tugged at her lips, although she gradually began to smile. "You spoil me so much.. Now my anniversary present is just a pile of poop compared to this."

His laughter echoed throughout the empty bungalow, which instantly lifted her spirits. "You being mine for six full months is the best thing I could ask for."

"Your corny lines aren't gonna make me feel less guilty." She sighed, wrapping her arms around him nonetheless. "I love you so much."

"Even when I spend my life savings on one weekend?" He was well aware that his goofy comments were going to bite him in the ass one way or another, but all he wanted as for Marley to enjoy the trip to the fullest.

"Stop, I was just starting to be okay with it." She bumped her forehead to his chest.

"Alright, alright. I love you too. Now go get ready 'cause we have a reservation for dinner at seven."

"There's more?!"

But before she could instigate yet another standoff, he slipped away with their luggage to the master bedroom.

* * * *

"I'm so full that this dress is actually about to rip right down the middle." Marley groaned as she dramatically waddled back into the bungalow, going straight for the couch. In a much better mood considering that Jack (reluctantly) let her pay for dinner, she took her heels off and lazily lounged back.

"Dream wife." He retorted with an adoring smile despite her unappealing posture. "The night's not over yet, babe."

"Jack, I'm not sure how many surprises I can take before I die."

"It's not a surprise." He chuckled. "I was gonna say let's get in the jacuzzi."

Her face promptly lit up, and she gave an enthusiastic nod before hauling herself back onto her feet. She was quick to change into one of the bikinis she had packed, meeting Jack downstairs in the private terrace.