Gwendolyn West is a young journalist from Manhattan. But when her fiancé is killed by the most infamous mob in the world, she has to do something about it. She goes undercover as a server in the household of mob leader Tom Holland. She finds herself...
"I would like to make a toast." Harrison stood up from his chair holding his champagne glass. "Tom and Gwen are the craziest couple probably in history." Everyone laughed. "But somehow, their crazy opposite lives crashed together to make an adventurous, dangerous, romantic life together. No one can imagine what they've been through." I looked at my new husband and clasped our hands together. "First it was fake names," Harrison continued. "Oh no he's going to say everything isn't he." I said. "Don't worry." Tom laughed. "Then it was sex," "Oh god." I shielded my eyes from our friends and family. "Then it was kidnapping, being held hostage and then saving each other's asses, which, by the way, would never have happened if it wasn't for me that day." Haz laughed. "Then they fell completely in love with each other. Then Gwen's coma which was hard for everyone. But in the end, they got engaged, beat up over 40 guys and a year later here we are!" Everyone laughed. "To the craziest couple of all time. You guys are my family. And I couldn't imagine my life without you." We all raised our glasses. "To Tom and Gwen!" Haz said. We all clinked our champagne flutes and drank. I stood up from my seat as graciously as I could in the tight dress.
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"Thank you all so much for coming, it truly means the world to us. We might not be a very traditional couple. But," I looked at Tom and grazed my hand over his jawline. "We love each other a lot. And have been through a lot." Tom winked. "So I think it's only appropriate to annouce that I...Gwendolyn Holland," I looked down at a confused Tom. "Am very much...pregnant." Tom shot up. "No way." He said with wide eyes. I nodded. "You're going to be a dad!" I squealed. The room erupted in gasps, claps and cheers. "I love you!" Tom picked me up and kissed me. "We're going to do this." He nodded and put his hands on my stomach. "Yes we are." I smiled. "Now! I invite every single person in this room to join Tom and I for a dance." I nodded to the band and they started playing 'Chicago' by Frank Sinatra. (Play song now, it's much better with the song) "This is the song we first danced to on our date." Tom said as I dragged him to the dance floor. "Yes it is." I smiled. "Chicago, Chicago that toddling town!" I sang into Tom's ear as our hands clasped and his hand wrapped tightly around my waist. Tom spinned me in and out, lifted me up and back down and we sang our hearts out. He was slighlty drunk and so were most people. We danced and jumped and skipped along the dance floor. Harrison then whisked me out of Tom's hands into his own. He spinned me around the dance floor and I cried with laughter. Then Harry took me for a spin. We cheered and did funny, awkward dances and laughed our heads off. Then Sam took my hand and started really dancing with me. "Sam Holland! You never told me you were a dancer!" I laughed. "I have a lot of talents you don't know about." He winked. I threw my head back with laughter. Then another set of hands grabbed me away. "Tuwaine!" I laughed as he threw me over his shoulder and spun me around. "You'll rip my dress!" I laughed and he put me down. "That's Tom's job." He said, I gasped and playfully slapped his chest. "Gwen can we dance?" I looked and Paddy was holding his hand out. "I would love to Paddy." We graciously took each others hand but then he started doing weird, fortnite dances? I tried to copy him but it didn't work. Tom came up behind him and threw him on top of his shoulders. "I'm the king of the world!" Paddy shouted with his arms spread out. Tom put him down then started dancing with me. I looked around me. We had formed a circle. Sam, Harry and Paddy were laughing with each other. Haz, Tuwaine and Amelia were doing some weird dance. And Tom and I were dancing. "I love you." I said and wrapped my arms around his neck. We continued singing and dancing weirdly. Tom then whisked me off to our own little dance. His hand clutched my waist and the other clasped my hand. My other hand went to his shoulder and we danced cheek to cheek. "They have the time the time of their life," I sang. "I saw a man and he danced with his wife," Tom sang. "Hey I'm your wife now." I exclaimed. "Yes you are!" He lifted me up and I squealed. "Chicago! That's my home tooowwwnn!" I sang at the top of my lungs as Tom spun me around. He brought me down and dipped me dramatically as the song finished. "We're going to be the best husband and wife duo ever." I said. "And parents." Tom smiled. He put me back on my feet and kissed me. "Let's do this thing." I said with a smirk.
