Going to the Chapel

The hall had been booked. The invitations had gone out. The day was finally here.

Mila almost didn't recognize the image she saw in the mirror. Her hair was done in a high bun, her diamond tiara was in place, the diamonds glittering in the light. The veil cascaded down her shoulders. Her makeup was done to perfection. Her skin bronzed and shined. Her lips were a nude pink. The makeup artist had suggested red, but she fought against it, knowing it would get smudged after the ceremony.

"You look beautiful," Paige said, coming up next to her. "I don't think I've ever seen you like this."

"You mean in white?" Mila laughed.

The lace sleeves of her dress clung to her. The sweetheart neckline clung to her body and started to flare out into a mermaid tail mid-thigh. The skirt of the dress was transparent, making her legs visible in the light. The back of the dress was white mesh with buttons going down the back.

She ran her hands down her sides, admiring how it clung to her like a second skin. As nervous as she felt, Mila couldn't help but admire how well the dress fit.

"White may be stretching it a bit, huh?" Paige teased. "I can't get over you like this."

Mila turned her back toward the mirror, looking over her shoulder to see if all the buttons were done. She knew they were. Lana made sure they were secure before she stepped out to check on Drew and the boys.

"I think your hubby is going to have a hard time getting you out of that."

Mila looked away from the mirror and over at Naomi coming in through the door. She softly closed the door behind her and then crossed the room. She took both of Mila's hands in hers and held them out and she looked her friend over.

"I can't believe I'm actually seeing you in a wedding dress!" Naomi exclaimed. "You look beautiful."

"I'm fucking nervous," Mila admitted. "I can't believe it's finally my wedding. People spend months and months preparing for this and we did it all in a few weeks."

"I felt the same way at my wedding," Naomi reassured her. "What you're feeling is completely normal and it will go away as soon as you're at the altar. Once you lock your eyes on Drew, the nerves will melt away and it will just be you guys out there."

The bride blew out a nervous breath as she wrung her hands. Her wedding was today, her first wedding was today. She always thought if she ever got married, it would be the one time. She swung her eyes over to her friends to see them smiling reassuringly at her. All she could do was flash a weak smile at them as she nodded her head.

"It's time to get started." Lana smiled as she walked into the room, softly shutting the door behind her. "Are you ready, Mila?"

She tried to swallow back the lump in her throat before speaking. They were committing fraud and nobody around her seemed to sense it. While she knew those around were apprehensive about their story, everyone believed it. If they were caught, could they go to jail? Would Drew lose his inheritance? Who would it go to in the event that he did? Drew never mentioned if he knew, though he was hellbent on hanging onto it.

"Yes."

"You're as nervous as the tall bald guy standing outside the door."

Mila let out a small laugh, the first time she had laughed since she had woken up that morning. Baron had been just as nervous as she was. He hardly left her side the last couple of days. He never uttered a word, but Mila could tell that he was sizing up Drew, looking for any flaws or weaknesses.

"Has he been out there the entire time?" She asked, looking at the three women in the suite with her.

"He's been guarding the door." Lana laughed. "I'm almost positive he made Sheamus and Rusev uncomfortable anytime they walked by. He's quite an imposing figure."

"Of course he is," Mila muttered. "I'm surprised he hasn't moved out here to keep an eye on me."

Paige laughed. "If anyone would do that, it would be him."

Naomi walked over to the couch and picked up Mila's bouquet. "If he ever shows up on your front step unexpectedly, you'll know he uprooted to be close to you. He's been nervous since you told us about your engagement. With the way he was behaving, you'd think it was his wedding, not yours."

"I bet you're rethinking having Baron walk you down the aisle." Paige teased.

Mila took the bouquet from Naomi as she shook her head. "He's such a goof. I'm surprised he didn't ask to be my maid of honor."

Lana laughed. "He's just looking out for you."

"That he is." She sighed as Lana pulled the veil over her face. "All right, ladies. Let's get this started."

Mila followed her friends out of the bridal suite. They went ahead and she stopped in the hallway, looking over at Baron. With a sheepish smile on his face, he walked over to her and held out his arm for her. She threaded her arm through his and they walked towards the church doors.

Paige and Sheamus walked in ahead of them. The doors quickly closed to keep Mila out of view. Suddenly the music stopped and changed to Here Comes the Bride. Baron looked down at Mila and smiled.

"Are you ready, babe?"

She glanced up at Baron and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The doors opened and they walked through. Mila kept her eyes straight ahead, focusing on Drew. Her lips turned up into a smile when she looked at him. She had never seen him look more handsome. His hair was down, his beard trimmed. He wore his dress shirt with a blazer over it and his kilt. The smile on his face as he watched her walk down the aisle to him made her feel at ease, reminding her she wasn't alone.

Baron and Mila climbed the steps to him. He let her arm go and watched as she turned to stand in front of Drew. He took a step back, unable to take his eyes off them. When Drew had her veil lifted and pushed back, Baron stepped away, waiting at the bottom of the three steps, for his next part.

"You look beautiful," Drew whispered.

"You don't look so bad yourself." She whispered back, unable to rid herself of her smile.

The priest stepped up to the couple, looking out at everyone. "Who here gives this woman to this man?"

Baron walked up, forcing a smile. "I do."

He stepped back down and took his seat in the front pew. He really hoped this is what she wanted.

When they got in the limo, Drew laced his hand with Mila's hand. "Finally alone."

Mila looked down at her left hand, her ring finger suddenly heavy with the weight of her engagement ring and wedding band. She laid her head on Drew's shoulder, letting out a small sigh.

"For how long?"

"We could ditch the reception," Drew smirked.

"I think everyone is going to notice when we don't show up."

"I just can't wait to rip that dress off you."

Mila tilted her head up to look at him, batting her eyelashes and she smiled up at him. "Baby, you rip my dress off I'm going to blacken your eye."

"Starting the foreplay already, huh, Mrs. McIntyre?"

"Mrs. McIntyre?" She repeated, then clicked her tongue. "That sounds weird to hear."

"Get used to it. It means a lot here."

"Are you sure you aren't a mob boss using real estate development as your cover?"

Drew laughed. "No, I'm not. I'm a former playboy who became an honest man."

Mila lifted her head off his shoulder and laughed. "How honest?"

"Honest enough that I know I only want you."

They locked eyes for a moment before Mila looked out the window, taken off guard by his sudden admission. She tried to ignore her quickened heartbeat. She nervously twisted her rings around her finger.

"Oh really?"

He glanced at her before getting up and filling them champagne. He handed Mila her glass and then sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Drinking some of his champagne, he lowered his lips to her ear.

"I don't want anyone else." He whispered. "I like you, Mila. I've told you that. Nothing has changed."

His warm breath against her ear made her shiver. Her eyes closed as she took in a deep breath and slowly released it, trying to ignore the effect he was having on her. With his voice so dangerously low and his accent irresistible, she couldn't help but shiver. All she wanted was him.

Mila drank some more of her champagne in an effort to distract herself from the effect her husband was having on her. They were on their way to their reception and all she could think of was how his lips and hands would feel all over her. She jumped slightly when his hand rested on her thigh. The palm of his hand gently moved up her thigh over the lace of her dress.

"You're playing dirty, Mr. McIntyre."

"Mmm, I like hearing that from you." He whispered. His hand was moving up further, the lace now starting to bunch up. "Wait till I get you alone."

Her grip on her champagne glass tightened in an effort to try keep herself calm. Her lips trembled with every breath she took. She kept her gaze straight ahead, taking great care to avoid looking at him. One look at him and she knew it was game over for her.

"Drew," she breathed out.

The limo came to a stop and her eyes jolted open. She looked at her husband to see the impish glint in his eyes. He held up his champagne glass in a mock cheer before drinking what was left and tossing it aside.

"There's something for both of us to look forward to. Me inside of you and you screaming my name." Drew smiled at her.

She watched him open the door and get out. She heard her door open and turned to see Drew standing outside waiting for. Accepting his hand, she stepped out and together they walked into the banquet hall. They went directly to the suite.

As soon as the door was closed, Mila closed the space between them and stood on her tip toes. She brought a hand to the back of his neck, pushing his lips down to hers. Her body melted into his when he pulled her against him, his arms snaked around her waist. He deepened the kiss, unable to control himself.

Nobody ever had the effect on him that she did.

Drew held her close to him as he introduced her to his colleagues and acquaintances. He kept his arm around her waist for every introduction. She smiled and greeted everyone with such poise, Drew was wondering how she was faking it so well. After the hundredth couple that approached them, he was getting sick of these people.

"You're doing great." He whispered as he walked her onto the dance floor. He held onto her hips as they slowly swayed to the music. Her arms were around his neck, her body nearly pushed up against his. "Thank you for doing this."

Mila smiled up at him. From the corner of her eye, she could see that all eyes were on them. "I love you."

Drew's hands squeezed her hips tighter, his nerves getting the best of him. Was she being serious? Did she just say that because everyone is around and they're supposed to be a couple in love? There was a glint her eyes that he couldn't quite read. Her smile was radiant, her skin glowing, she looked legitimately happy. He would need to ask her later. Drew returned her smile, trying to hide his confusion before leaning down and gently pressing his lips to hers. "I love you, too."

The music stopped and the newlyweds walked off the dance floor, smiling at the guests they passed on the floor. They found Sheamus and Rusev talking to Baron and Jey, deep in conversation. When they approached, their conversation came to an end. Sheamus and Rusev said they were going to the bar, Drew followed. Jey went to go dance with his date, leaving Baron and Mila alone.

"You're officially a missus." He teased. "How does it feel?"

"Weird, if I'm being honest. I never thought this would happen and when it did, it felt like the day was forever away. It felt like I had all the time in the world."

Baron pulled out a seat for her, helping her with her dress. Before he took a seat himself, he grabbed two glasses of champagne from a waiter passing by, then sat down by her. He handed her her glass.

"I hope you're happy with him," Baron said, looking across the room.

"I am," Mila said, bringing her glass to her lips. "Nobody has ever made me feel the way he does."

"How's that?" He asked, now looking at Mila.

"Like I matter. He makes me feel like I'm loved." Mila said, now staring at Drew from across the hall. "He doesn't laugh at my anxieties, he helps me through them. On our way here from Miami, he held my hand and kept my mind off of take off. Drew knows I'm a mess, but he still wanted to marry me. Whenever I see him when he gets home from work or when I wake up next to him, the butterflies fly around my stomach. I feel good knowing we're going to grow old together."

Baron rose an eyebrow and followed her gaze. He looked at Drew, unable to believe her. From the little he knew of Drew and the little he had learned about him, he couldn't help but be worried. Mila was too good for him. Fine if they had a physical attraction to each other, but you don't build an entire life around that.

"All that matters to me is that you're happy." Baron looked at her again. "If you ever need anything, call me. If you need me to be here, I'll be on the first flight out."

"Thank you."

From across the room and over the music Mila and Baron could hear Drew's laughter. He was finishing drinks as fast as he was getting them. Mila worried about him, he had been drinking nonstop since the reception started.

"Are you all right?" Baron asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." She tried to hold back her frustration before focusing on Baron again. "Nattie really decided not to come, huh?"

She was trying very hard to ignore Drew at the moment. Even without having to look over at him, she knew he was drinking heavily. It didn't help matters that Sheamus and Rusev were egging him on and joining in.

"She was really upset about the engagement and wedding," Baron admitted. "We all tried convincing her to come, but it was to no avail. She refused to come because she thought you were throwing your life away and she couldn't support that."

"Why not tell me that then?" Mila sighed. "She could have answered my calls and my texts. I'd hate to lose Nattie as a friend over something so stupid."

It was on the tip of Baron's tongue to tell her partly agreed with Nattie, but he swallowed the words back. It was Mila's life and if she was happy, then Baron was going to be happy for her. He wasn't going to make her feel bad and lose his closest friend.

"I don't know. I can't make any excuses for her. Maybe she'll come around one day."

"She was the last person I'd think would react like this."

"Don't drive yourself crazy," Baron advised. "Not everyone is going to have the same relationship and romance. Some develop slowly, some fast. It's different for everyone. Don't let her reaction take away from how you feel. If she were a good friend, she would have put her feelings aside and been here for you."

Mila nudged him with her elbow, giggling. "Is this the same friend that was throwing up with me in an alley? When did you get so wise?"

"I had good friends."

Mila just happened to look across the banquet hall to see that Sheamus and Rusev had gone off somewhere else, but Drew remained. He was leaning against the bar, his forearm resting against the marble, but he wasn't alone. He was speaking to a pretty brunette, both of them laughing at something. She nudged him on the chest with a small hand while Drew just smirked, pushing back a strand of her hair. It took every ounce of energy Mila had to not roll her eyes and call him a dumbass out loud. Was he really doing this now, right in front of everyone?

"Baron, can you excuse me a moment?"

He nodded. He knew when Mila was on the prowl not to get in the way. He watched her scoot her chair back, gather up her dress and get up. With her shoulders back and head up high, Mila walked over to the bar with a purpose.

"It's my wife!" Drew exclaimed when Mila came up next to him. "Honey, I'd like you to meet Zelina Vega. She's here with a colleague of mine."

The smile from Zelina's changed from happy to nervous as they locked eyes briefly. She looked at Drew, hoping for some kind of reprieve, but he fell silent.

She was aware that a lot of eyes were on them, waiting for Drew to say something or waiting for Mila to go mad in front of everybody. Mila fought back the urge to laugh as she slipped into her angry-mortified wife role. She relaxed the muscles in her face, glaring at the woman before her, feeling bad for typical jealous wife act she was slipping into. Extending her hand towards Zelina, Mila introduced herself.

"Congratulations. You're a beautiful bride."

"Thank you, Selena."

"Ze-lina. With a Z."

"My apologies. Thank you, Zelina. I'm glad you could make it to our wedding. Please, enjoy yourself." Mila intertwined her fingers with Drew's as she spoke. "I hate to be rude, but I need to steal Drew for just a moment."

"Thanks for coming," Drew said as Mila led him away.

Her eyes stayed on the floor, memorizing the pattern of the carpet as she led Drew out of the ballroom and into the hallway. She let go of Drew's hand and pushed the door open, walking ahead. The door closed on him and she could hear him curse as the door collided with his face. Again, she swallowed back her laughter, realizing that may have been a little much.

"What," Drew hiccuped, "is the matter with you?"

Her dress made a whooshing sound as she whipped around to face him, her lips twitching with the need to laugh. She rubbed her lips together, tilting her head to the side, suddenly aware of his appearance. His suit jacket was off and tossed over a chair somewhere in the ballroom. The first couple of buttons were undone on his dress shirt. His cheeks were red and his eyes bloodshot. Drew stared at her, swaying side to side a bit as he wondered why she had pulled him out into the hallway. Seeing him this way was beginning to worry her. Was he aware of what was going on around him anymore?

She looked away from him, her face softening when she saw Paige and Naomi coming out of the bathroom, their concern evident by their facial expressions. Mila shook her head, silently telling them to stay where they were. They had to get to the bridal suite where they could talk in private.

"Come with me."

Turning on her heel, Mila started for the bridal suite. She looked over her shoulder to see Drew following her, slightly stumbling, a hand running through his hair. She waited for him to catch up to her, lacing her arm through his when was close enough. Together they made it to the room with Mila making a pitiful attempt to hold him upright as they walked.

Drew tugged his arm away from hers and stumbled over to the couch, heavily plopping down onto it. He laid his head against the back of the couch, his eyes closed for so long she thought he had fallen asleep. Mila watched him for a moment before walking to him and leaning down to rest a hand on the side of his face.

"Are you all right?" She whispered, caressing his cheek.

"I'm fine," Drew mumbled, pushing her hand away. "Why did you drag me in here?"

"Just to tell you that you're a moron."

Drew opened his eyes and looked up into hers, confused. "What? Why?"

Mila looked over her shoulder to be sure they were alone. It would be fairly awkward if someone walked in and heard what she was about to say.

"I get that we have a business deal going on here," Mila whispered when she looked upon him again. "I understand that this is a marriage in name only, but fucking pull yourself together. You can't flirt with other women and be a whore...on your wedding day of all days! Nip it in the bud. When the two years are up, if I haven't helped you in any way, you may resume your duties in your normal manner."

This was the most amusing thing to happen to her today. All she wanted to do was bust out laughing over the entire thing. Of course, there would be faux drama at her wedding.

"We've been married for a few hours and you're already nagging." Drew groaned. "That has got to be some kind of record."

"You're fucking ridiculous, do you know that?" Mila laughed, her head shaking from side to side. "I'm doing this to help your money hungry ass, just be careful is all I'm saying. You're going to blow our cover."

"I did nothing wrong. I was simply having a conversation with someone."

Mila should have known he wouldn't understand what she was saying. He was so far gone it amazed her that he remembered who she was, never mind that they are married. She laughed at the thought before relaxing her face.

"That was not a conversation, Drew. It was pretty heavy flirting that was one whiskey away from turning into an invitation home. All I'm saying is cool it, all right?"

"Ridiculous." Drew scoffed. "You're getting worked up over nothing!"

She held up her left hand, pointing to her ring finger. Her engagement ring and wedding band in plain view. "Look at me, look at my hand. This means that we are married. My friends and your friends believe this is a real marriage and we need to act like it. Behind closed doors, this doesn't matter, but outside of your house, we need to act like it matters. All right? Just try sober up before coming back out into the ballroom and we'll try salvage the night."

As the words were spoken and thrown out into the universe, Mila knew that night had been ruined and it's all anyone was going to talk about and ask her about.

"I wasn't doing anything. I had a drink, she came over and we started talking."

"It's fine, Drew." Mila finally relented. "Just try to take a moment to yourself."

Mila looked down at him, frowning, knowing she was going to have a harder time with him than she thought. She left him alone, making a mental note to remind him of all this in the morning. In his current state, Drew thought she really was angry at him.

Mila stepped out into the hallway, sighing. This was going to be a long two years.

A/N: They're finally married! I hope you enjoyed! Happy New Year!