Trial and Error (The Fun Gilbert Book 6)

Chapter 1- One Wedding & A Dead Coven

Jessica's P.O.V.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off loudly. I reach over to turn it off but Nik beats me to it. I smile at him as he closes his eyes once again. It's been a week since we got back and today is the day of Ric and Jo's wedding. At 20 weeks, I'm beginning to get worried with my lack of a weight gain. Damon and Nik have spent the past few weeks trying to assure me that I would fit into my maid of honor dress perfectly as if that was the problem. I've actually lost weight and I'm pregnant with twins, it can't be healthy and it doesn't make sense because I am always eating, like all the time.

I shake off the thoughts and start to get up from the bed only to have Nik drag me back and on top of him. "Hmmm, where do you think you're going, love?"

"To take a shower, Nik. Today is the wedding, remember?"

"I think that the shower can wait," he whispers before kissing me deeply. I roll my eyes before closing them and leaning into the kiss. I begin to pull away only to be stopped by Klaus's hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. He eventually pulls away but keeps my head close. "Have I told you how convient it is that there's no baby bump to work around?" He asks in a husky voice that sends heat to my lower stomach but I ignore it.

"No but you have told me that you're coming to the wedding so you need to get up and get ready," I scold, removing his hand from the back of my head and climbing off of him. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower before stripping and stepping under the hot water. I move my hair onto my left shoulder when I feel a kiss being place on my right shoulder before arms wrap around my waist.

"I decided that you were right and we should get ready," Nik mutters and I roll my eyes as I turn to face him.

"Get ready, huh?" He grins before kissing me and lifting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively as he devours my mouth.

Smut Ahead! Beware and look for Smut End!

I moan loudly as his hand moves between our bodies and begins to stroke my clit. "See, you're already getting more relaxed. You'll be perfectly calm and collected while up at the alter supporting your stepfather," he assures, slipping one of his fingers inside me and I would moan if not for his statement.

"I just don't understand why I have to the maid of honor. Why can't Elena? I don't even think Jo likes me. Can't you, Damon, and I just sit in the pews and support him from a distance?" His finger stops its movements and he groans.

"You want to talk about this now?" I nod and he sighs and readjusts his grip. "He loves you and wants you to be as close to him as possible because the only relation he has to you is through his deceased wife and he wants you to understand that this nor his children that are on the way will change your relationship. Besides, since when don't you want to be in the spotlight? I seem to recall a 16 year old in Rome that would lay on the bar calling for body shots in three different languages before finally settling on regular Latin and English. One who said she'd be Caroline's maid of honor."

"That girl wasn't pregnant with heightened hormones. Hormones are bad enough Nik but mine are heightened. I'm always hungry, I know I'm not fat but I still feel like it, I'm worried that my unchanging weight is bad for the babies despite the doctor saying they're healthy and right now instead of having shower sex with my hot as fuck boyfriend, I'm stopping in the middle to talk about a wedding that isn't even my own. It's all because of the hormones," I complain and Nik smirks.

"You think I'm 'hot as fuck'?" He taunts and I scoff.

"As if you didn't know."

"I did, but it's still nice to hear."