A Princess in Charming

Chapter Ten: Kristina

TWO WEEKS LATER

Kristina had been right. Her father had flown in her stepmom, Carly, and her siblings for the sole purpose of making sure that she and Jax got married.

When she stumbled out of her bedroom that morning, it was to find Carly and Gemma seated at the kitchen table going over wedding plans.

"You know City Hall would be cheaper, right?" Kristina grumbled, making her way towards the coffee pot of deliciousness that she wasn't allowed to have and grabbed the box of green tea bags from the cupboard above it.

Jax was standing at the sink, drinking a cup of coffee and snorted into his mug at her words and all-around morning demeanor.

What was the point of a big church wedding? Her and Jax didn't even sleep in the same bedroom. The marriage was a business arrangement. Of course, her father didn't know that. Urgh! When had her life gotten so complicated? Oh, that's right, BIRTH! The joy of being the daughter of a mob boss. Thank you, daddy!

"Krissy, what do you have planned today? I wanted to take a drive to LA so you can try on some wedding gowns." Carly obviously didn't sense that Kristina had no interest whatsoever in the wedding planning process.

"I have an ultrasound today at noon to find out the sex of the baby." Kristina ran a hand over the small bump that had seemed to appear overnight. At four months pregnant, she finally looked it. "Besides, Gemma already said that I could wear her wedding dress. Problem solved."

"I was pregnant at my first wedding too so no need to have it let out," Gemma smirked at her stepmom and dared her to say something. One thing was for sure, Gemma did NOT like Carly. They were women from two very different worlds. Carly's airheaded vapidness grated on Gemma's nerves and Gemma's tough, biker chick persona scared the hell out of Carly, a woman used to hiding behind men for protection.

"Do you need someone to go with you to the appointment?" Carly was quick to ask.

"Nah, it's my kid, I'm taking her," Jax spoke up. "Babe, walk me out?"

Kristina followed him out into the garage where they could talk without being overheard. "You don't have to come, you know," she told him, referring to the doctor's appointment.

"I figured you'd wanna break from all that wedding bullshit." Jax straddled his bike. "Plus, if this kid's getting the Teller name, it is mine. I never got to see any of Abel's ultrasounds. It could be cool." He reached out for her hand and pulled her to sit sideways on the bike in front of him. He reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of her face before leaning down and kissing her with a tenderness that she didn't know that an outlaw like Jax was capable of.

When they parted, Kristina gave him a confused look.

"If you're going to be my old lady, I might as well enjoy some of the perks," Jax smirked before kissing her quickly again. "Now hop up," he lightly tapped her hip. "I'm gonna be late for church. I'll be back to pick you up in a few hours."

In dazed confusion, Kristina did as she was told.