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Charlotte's POV

I held out my hand and he slipped the ring onto my finger as the priest finally said, "You may now kiss the bride."

Ross cupped the back of my neck as his other hand went down to my waist, pulling me closer and pressing his lips onto mine, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck. "I love you." He mumbled against my lips, and I giggled internally when he wanted to deepen the kiss but couldn't because of our families watching us. He was wearing a black and white tux and was making it very difficult to not jump his bones when he looked this hot. Damn you, Lynch.

"I love you, too." I pushed him off and he gave me puppy eyes as I shook my head. The ceremony finished and Ian ran up to us before my mum and Stormie could even hold him back.

Ross scooped him up and grinned from ear to ear as I did the same. I wrapped my arm around his waist and I could feel my eyes turn teary with happiness when Ross looked down at me, pecking my nose. I couldn't believe this really was happening.

I did the same to him and he gave me a playful smirk before setting Ian back down on the floor. "Bud, go over to your grandma and aunties and uncles okay?"

"But, daddy-"

"Sweetheart, please. I love you." I held my arms out and he hugged me tightly, holding onto me as I smoothed out his blonde curls. "I love you the most, baby." I whispered against his hair, rubbing his back.

"I love you too, mommy!" He pulled back, showing off his dimples and toothy grin.

"Go on." I patted his back as Rydel held out her hand for Ian. Once her hand was holding onto his, they left with the rest of the guests.

My mum came over to me and I noticed tears running down her face, having slightly smudged her makeup. "Oh, sweetie. I'm so proud of you. Dad would be so proud of you, too." At the mention of my dad, my eyes filled with more tears. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mum." Pulling her into a hug, she held me in a gentle squeeze, brushing her fingers over my curled hair. She pulled back, smiling before joining the others.

I felt a pair of arms around my waist and turn around to see Ross, who smirked and placed his hands under my knees, picking me up bridal style, making me hold onto his neck.

"Have I told you already how stunning you look in this dress?"

"I don't remember."

He rolled his eyes at my comment and winked before leaning in to whisper in my ear, "but it'll look better on the floor."

I swat his arm, laughing and rest my head on his shoulder.

~*~

I sat up in bed, looking around the room and my breathing hitched. Slumping back down onto my pillow, I rested my hand over my erratic heart as Ross walked back in. He threw himself onto the bed, positioning himself right beside me. "Morning, beautiful."

"Are we married?" I blurted out, unable to stop myself.

I wanted to slap myself for uttering that question.

He simply chuckled, propping himself up on his elbow as he played with my unruly hair. "No, honey. Even though it would be nice to have you as my wife."

"O-okay," I breathed a sigh of relief.

But would it really be that bad to be married to Ross?

Again, I wanted to slap myself. He had only been with us for three days. I needed to get a grip on myself.

"Would it be so bad if we were married, though?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his voice taking on a hint of hurt.

"I don't know," I replied honestly, shrugging. "But after Ian questioned us about a wedding, that topic is stuck in my head. That's what I dreamt about. Our wedding."

His eyes practically sparkled at my admission. "Was it nice?"

I felt my cheeks heating up at the thought of our wedding, even if it was in a dream. "It was perfect. Everything was so amazing. It seemed too good too be true." I curled my self in his side, burying my face in his warm chest.

"Did I have a hot outfit?"

I bit my lower lip, trying to will away the image of Ross in a tux practically looking like a sex god. "Not really," I lied.

"Oh, really?" He removed my face from his chest, lifting my chin up so our eyes locked. He caressed my cheek with his fingers, and I found myself leaning into his touch. It was hard not to notice the smirk plastered on his face.

I bopped his nose. "Really, really."

He gave me a playful glare. "You're lucky I love you."

"Well, I can't say the same thing-" I snapped my mouth shut before I could finish my sentence, my brain and mouth not working in conjunction with one another. Hurt flashed across his face, his smile turning into a frown. "Ross, I-"

"No, it's okay," he smiled sadly. "I know you don't, but maybe you could. I know it's not going to happen within a week or two, but at least you're giving me a chance. So, thank you."

I basically just said I didn't love him and he thanked me rather than yelled or got angry? To say I was confused would be an understatement.

Brushing my fingers through his blonde mess of hair, he closed his eyes, resembling a puppy. Involuntarily, I found myself staring at his face, my gaze mainly focused on his plump lips that looked so damn kissable. Before I knew it, I was leaning in and pressing my lips to his in a swift kiss.