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Chapter 3 – Setting the Date
Lulu stared at Johnny and he stared right back at her. The silence was heavy between them and finally Lulu broke the eye contact as she sighed to herself.
"You have to care when we get married," Lulu ordered.
"Fine, tomorrow," Johnny suggested.
"That's too soon," Lulu sighed.
"The day after that?" Johnny wondered.
"Can you be serious?" Lulu requested.
"Beautiful, I want to marry you," Johnny said with a smile. "As soon as possible, alright?"
"It's going to take some time to plan, plus the holidays are coming up," Lulu shrugged. "Maybe in January?"
"No," Johnny answered. "That's too far away."
"We've been engaged for like six months," Lulu replied. "What's a couple more?"
"You want me to be involved, yet you say no to everything I say," Johnny muttered.
"Don't be that way," Lulu said, squeezing his hands.
"I want to marry you before the year is out," Johnny said seriously. "I'm not waiting past that."
"That gives me like seven weeks, and that's if we got married on New Year's Eve," Lulu noted. "I don't think-"
"Shh," Johnny said, pressing a finger to her lips. "Carly can make anything happen."
"You're sort of sexy when you're demanding," Lulu smirked.
"Sort of?" Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Very," Lulu clarified, giving him a smile. "I just want to make it a day to remember."
"It will be," Johnny promised. "It's going to be the best day of our lives. Until we have kids."
"Do you want to get married so quickly just so we can start having kids?" Lulu wondered.
"No," Johnny answered. "But what's wrong with that, if I did?"
"I thought we agreed we wanted to wait awhile," Lulu replied.
"How long is awhile?" Johnny asked.
"I don't know," Lulu shrugged. "We're getting off track. When are we getting married?"
"I think New Year's Eve sounds pretty romantic," Johnny answered. "That way when I kiss you at midnight, we'll be husband and wife. Plus, it gives you as much time as possible."
"If you're insistent on that this year thing," Lulu added.
"I am," Johnny nodded. "Unless you're not ready or something."
"I'm more than ready to be your wife," Lulu smiled.
"What about being a mom?" Johnny questioned.
"You're stuck on this now, aren't you?" Lulu countered.
"My interest is piqued," Johnny answered.
"If I found out today that I was pregnant, I would be overjoyed," Lulu said softly. "But do I want to try to have a baby today, no. This is our time."
"That I agree with," Johnny whispered, kissing her again. "I wish I could take you home right now."
"I told you I don't want to try," Lulu giggled.
"But one day we'll want to," Johnny replied. "And practice makes perfect."
"I have to go dress shopping tonight," Lulu said, stroking his face gently. "But we'll practice when I get home."
"Practice what?" Lucky asked, walking into Kelly's.
Lulu blushed and looked away, but Johnny held his composure as he smiled at Lucky.
"We've been taking dance lessons for the wedding," Johnny covered. "Lulu's not very good."
"She doesn't exactly have rhythm," Lucky laughed.
"You two are so mean," Lulu pouted, thanking Johnny with her eyes.
"When is the wedding?" Lucky wondered.
"Well, we just set the date," Lulu said happily. "We're getting married on New Year's Eve."
"Throwing the big bash this year, huh?" Lucky chuckled.
"I guess," Johnny nodded.
"I'll definitely be there," Lucky smiled. "Actually, I had a question about the wedding that I wanted to ask."
"Then I will leave the two of you to that," Johnny muttered, standing up.
"You don't have to go," Lucky replied.
"Lulu's in charge of wedding plans," Johnny said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I have other things I have to arrange. Bye, Lu."
"Bye," Lulu responded, pressing a short kiss to his lips.
"Nice seeing you, Johnny," Lucky said, offering his hand.
"Of course it was," Johnny joked, shaking his hand. "We're still on for lunch this week, right?"
"You got it," Lucky nodded.
Johnny smiled and then walked out, leaving Lulu with a confused expression on her face. Lucky took Johnny's seat and Lulu raised an eyebrow at him.
"Since when do you and Johnny have lunch?" Lulu wondered.
"Whenever we feel like it," Lucky chuckled.
"I didn't know that," Lulu muttered.
"We've only done it a couple of times," Lucky replied. "We're friends. Friends have lunch."
"I'm not upset, I just didn't know," Lulu clarified. "I'm glad, actually."
"I figured you would be," Lucky smiled.
"So, what did you want to ask me?" Lulu questioned.
"I was wondering if you were planning on asking Dad to walk you down the aisle," Lucky answered.
"I haven't even thought about that," Lulu sighed. "Do you think he'd want to?"
"I think it would mean the world to him," Lucky nodded. "But you should only do it if that's what you want."
"Of course I do," Lulu whispered. "Our relationship might not have been normal in any other way, but if I could pick one normal thing for us to do, it would be this."
"Good," Lucky said happily.
"I can't believe you're so happy I'm getting married," Lulu giggled.
"I'm not," Lucky said, his face sobering.
"Liar," Lulu said, calling him out.
"Okay, I'm happy for you," Lucky conceded. "But, you're my baby sister, so it is a little difficult. I can't believe you're old enough to get married."
"I am old enough," Lulu replied. "And really excited. Actually, I have to go. I'm meeting Carly to go dress shopping tonight."
"Buy something great," Lucky wished. "I'm going to get something to eat."
"Alright," Lulu said, standing up to give him a hug. "Be good."
"Never," Lucky said, hugging her.
Johnny exited Kelly's, smiling as he walked toward his car. He paused when he noticed a man standing near it. Instinct had him looking around for signs of other people who might be about to ambush him. When he saw no one, he crept forward carefully, trying to get a better look at the man. He rolled his eyes when he got a clear look and realized it was Logan nosing around his car. He walked toward him quickly, deciding to take care of this as soon as possible. Johnny came up behind Logan and shoved his head into the side of his car.
"What the-" Logan started.
"You don't get to to talk," Johnny warned. "What the hell do you think you're doing by my car?"
"I didn't know it was yours," Logan answered.
"Don't lie to me, you sick bastard," Johnny yelled, pressing his head against the car window. "You already told Lulu you've been watching her and have seen her in this car. Now, I'm going to give you one more chance. What the hell are you doing by my car?"
"I saw Lulu go into Kelly's," Logan admitted. "When you showed up, I decided to wait to see if you left together."
"Did you want to get her alone?" Johnny asked.
"I just wanted to talk," Logan groaned.
"Screw talking," Johnny growled, pulling him off the car and punching him in the face.
Logan staggered backwards and Johnny followed him, grabbing him by his jacket and shoving him into a nearby alley. He punched him again, making him fall to the ground this time.
"You want to talk, Logan?" Johnny wondered. "You're talking to me now. Do you still like talking?"
"I wanted to apologize," Logan offered, trying to get to his feet.
"You're more than a year too late for that," Johnny replied, kicking Logan in the ribs to keep him on his knees. "Now, let's try this one more time. Why did you want to see Lulu?"
"I want her back," Logan muttered, blood dripping down the side of his face. "I thought if I told her about you threatening me, she'd leave you."
"Listen to me, you son of a bitch," Johnny said, leaning down to be eye level with Logan. "Lulu and I love each other. We're getting married. We're going to have a family and there is nothing you can do to keep that from happening. She wants you to leave her alone, so you leave her the hell alone."
"She wanted me before you," Logan said, smiling at Johnny.
"Before me, she didn't know better," Johnny said before punching him one more time and knocking him out cold.
Johnny flexed his hand and looked to his bruised knuckles. Lulu probably wouldn't be happy, but he would make her understand. Some things you just had to take care of.
