Author's Note: I was asked to write a story for Richard and Emily using the title of this story. My mind first went to a dark place, but then I made it better. Enjoy!
I Will Kill You
Emily stood on the porch of her parents' house, leaning against one of the large colonial columns, her lips pursed and her arms folded angrily over her chest.
"Oh Emily, don't give me that look!" Richard begged.
"I cannot believe you're doing this. This is insane. You do know this is insane, don't you?" she spat.
Richard busied himself with the car so she wouldn't see him rolling his eyes.
"Richard, are you listening to me!? I will not be ignored!" She stomped down the front steps to his car in the front driveway.
He turned to face her with a kind smile. "I am not ignoring you, Emily. I am merely ignoring your baseless threats. I am going to the beach with my fraternity brothers, and we are going to drink and play cards and smoke cigars, and yes, even waterski. Everything will be just fine."
"You can barely ski on snow, and that's solid ground! How do you think you'll fare speeding through the water!?"
"I don't know, but I do know it will be a lot of fun."
"If you die, I will kill you," she told him, her expression terrifyingly serious.
He chuckled, putting his hands on her upper arms. "I will not die, Emily. Because I am going to marry you next week, and neither heaven nor earth nor waterskis will prevent me from doing that."
She cracked a small smile. "You're sure?"
He gave her a soft kiss. "I'm very sure."
"Richard!"
The couple broke apart to see Emily's father come out the front door. Richard stepped away from his fiancée to greet her father. "Hello, sir!" He shook his future father-in-law's hand with a respectable amount of force.
"You find everything you need?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you so much for the boating equipment. I didn't want to go unprepared, but I'm certainly not a man of the sea," Richard replied with a laugh.
Emily's father returned the congenial chuckle. "I'm glad I could be of some assistance. But I'll let you and Emily say your goodbye in private." He patted his daughter on the shoulder.
Emily gave a strained smile as her father walked back into the house. The last few months still didn't seem real to her. She had never once gotten her father's approval or favor. As soon as she had brought Richard home, however, everything had changed. Her parents absolutely adored him—though Richard Gilmore was absolutely perfect, so what could they have possibly complained about? But in growing to like him, they had somehow grown to like her more in the process. Now that she would be moving out of their house for good, she was enjoying living there for the first time.
Richard returned his attention to Emily as soon as her father had closed the door behind him. "Alright, I'll be gone all weekend and I won't see you again until the rehearsal dinner. And I'm going to be late to my own bachelor weekend if I don't leave soon."
"I suppose we have to make the most of our time, then," she said with a coy expression. Her lips were pressed into that secret smile and her dark eyes twinkled suggestively.
Richard felt his heart flutter as he leaned in to kiss her, properly this time. He would be kissing this woman for the rest of his life. Emily and only Emily. In one week, she would become a Gilmore. And as he promised, he would live through his weekend away so he could marry her and start their lives together.