N: short one. I didn't have internet for a few days, delaying me posting this. The rest of this story will be up soon. I've a busy week next week and have to split my time on real life things and getting the angel edits done. I haven't forgotten about this story, just ran out of time and contrary to a few anons out there, this story will be completed. And sadly, i won't be sticking with fanfiction forever. I will dabble when the mood hits me, but writing original stories has given me a ton more freedom with characters. Enjoy this little bit and have a great holiday!


"Effy, do you have any whiskey I can dump into my cherry coke?" I looked at my assistant, frowning as she shook her head no. "Can you get me some before I lost my mind?" I stood up, stretching as a journalist was getting a few more notes from Bo. Effy moved to hand me a glass of water.

"I can head to the bar downstairs, if it's that urgent." She cocked an eyebrow, sensing my tension. "We have one more before lunch. The rest after lunch will be warned to keep their questions limited to the movie unless you or Bo bring up the relationship." She glanced at the notebook in her hands, "You're doing well. You only yelled at two reporters, neither will bother to print your colorful comments. They signed non-disclosure waivers on the way in." She smirked, looking back up at me. "Still want that whiskey?"

I nodded, looking over at Bo. "Yes. Very much so." I let out a slow breath as Bo waved at me, saying goodbye to the journalist. She had done well throughout the interviews. She avoided most of the prodding and would bounce questions back to Gillian or I, to take if it got too personal. I smiled back at Bo, feeling my tension ease. The more we spoke about the film, and answered a few questions about our relationship, I became sappy about how much I loved that woman and couldn't wait to marry her. "Effy, can you check Bo's schedule in Venice. See if there's a weekend in the very near future and a church, or some sort of officiant, nearby willing to marry us?"

Effy chuckled, digging through her phone. "Patience is a virtue, Lauren." She swiped a few times, frowning. "Bo isn't free until two weeks from now, and you'll be in Los Angeles to meet with Roger about that new script of yours." She held up the very packed calendar. "Marriage may have to wait."

"What about tonight?" I waved her off when her eyes bugged out. "I'm kidding. I'm just tired, cranky, and really want to be on vacation." I paused, making eye contact with Bo as she came towards. "And I really want to call that woman my wife."

I heard Effy coo at the back of my head, before she whispered she'd be right back with my whiskey. I gave her a dirty look, and smiled as Bo grabbed my hand. "Gillian took a bathroom break, which I think means she's downstairs having a glass of wine." Bo smiled, squeezing my hand. Something she did when she was nervous.

I pulled her closer. "Are you okay? You seem nervous? We can call lunch now, and go have a glass of wine."

She shook her head, "It's fine. It's good. I'm good." She cleared her throat, taking a step away from me as there was a knock at the door. Bo let go of my hand and rushed to the door. She was definitely nervous, or up to something. She had mentioned she had a little surprise for me, but I ignored it as I glared at the one reporter gawking at Bo's chest. I folded my arms over my chest, watching as Bo opened the door, letting in a younger man that looked awfully familiar, and an older man. I took a step, when it hit me. The younger man was Will Kent, Bo's co-star on World's Unknown. He played her best friend on the show, and I was a huge fan of his. I'd met him at a convention before I first met Bo, and he was beyond kind and grateful to his fans. I grinned and walked over to the two men. Bo turned, her voice breaking as she took my hand again, and introduced us. "Lauren, this is my friend, best friend, Will Kent."

I took his hand, shaking it like the silly fangirl I was. "I know you. I mean, I know who you are. I met you a long time ago at a convention. I still have your autograph in one of my script notebooks."

I blushed when Will chuckled, shaking his head, letting go of my firm death grip on his hand. "I should be the one gushing over you, Lauren Lewis. You're an incredible director, screenwriter, and everything else. I truly am a fan, and I'm not saying that because you've locked down my best friend's heart." Will smiled as Bo tipped her head down. Will directed me to the older man next to him, "Lauren, I'd like to introduce you to my father. Reverend William Kent, Sr."

I eagerly took the older man's hand. "Nice to meet you, sir." I glanced at Bo. "I'm sorry Bo hasn't mentioned much about her friends from the show. I've kept her busy on the film, and her star is taking off again."

The reverend laughed, patting me on the shoulder. "Ysabeau here, has told us all about you, Lauren. How she met you, how you two fought, then fell in love, and what the future holds. It's a very heartwarming story, one I fell in love with when my son asked if I could do you two a favor."

I looked at Bo, watching her face turn a bright red. "A favor?" I looked at Will and his father, completely confused. "Movie tickets? Tickets to the premiere? A set visit? A nice dinner?"

The reverend laughed again, reaching into his pocket to remove a small notebook. He waved his hand at his son, "Please tell the girls to come in, we do need witnesses to this event."

I turned to Bo. "Bo, what's he talking about? What event?" I felt my palms sweat as the slow realization started sinking in. "Bo…"

"Oh Lauren, you're a bit dim times." Gillian's voice pulled my attention to the door. She held up a small bouquet of flowers that looked like she stole them from the lobby. Effy was close behind, holding a bottle of champagne and a tray of glasses. "Welcome to your wedding day." She stepped next to me, linking her arm in mine as she handed the flowers to Bo. "I'm your best man, ring boy." She dug in her pocket, removing a small blue box and handed it to the reverend. She waved at Will who went to stand next to Bo. "And Will is her best man."

I went to step away out of shocked confusion, "Wedding day?" I was panicking, and Gillian felt. She tightened her hold on my arm as the reverend moved to stand in front of us. "Bo?" Effy rushed forth, setting a glass with two fingers of whiskey in it. I clutched to the glass as I looked to Bo for help, or answers.

Bo looked at me, scared. "Lauren, I called Will the other night. Asked if he could come up with his dad and marry us. I have no time off in the near future, and you'll be busy until the premiere. I didn't want to wait any longer. It's spontaneous, crazy, and I can call it off. But I hated the thought of spending one more night with you and not have you be my wife. I love you so much, Lauren…." She trailed off, looking at everyone in the room for help.

I stuttered until Gillian pinched me, whispering in my ear to shut my brain down and let my heart speak. I took a deep breath, and turned to the reverend. "Is this legal?"

He laughed, nodding his head. "It is. Not only am I a reverend, but a lawyer. I have your marriage license in my pocket to be signed the second I pronounce you. Will and I took care of everything this morning. If you want to go through with this, you'll be legally married in less than ten minutes." He gave me a reassuring look. "That girl loves you, you love that girl. I saw it the moment I walked into this door. There's nothing to be afraid of, you've already done the hard part."

I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes. "I'm going to kill all of you for colluding behind my back." I opened my eyes, blinking back tears as I looked over at Bo. "Let's get married." I slammed the whiskey back, cringing at the burn rolling down my throat. I didn't need the liquid courage to marry Bo, I just needed to relax so I could focus on marrying Bo and not panicking at the fact we were getting married in a hotel room. A surprise indeed.

Bo's face broke out into a massive grin, her own eyes welling up as she shifted to stand next to me. I reached down, linking my fingers in hers. The reverend started the speech, guiding us word by word to the path of matrimony. I barely heard most of what he said, too busy staring at Bo and how beautiful she looked. Holding a stolen bouquet, grinning like a lottery winner. Gillian had to pinch me when the reverend asked if I would take Bo forever, in sickness and health, richer or poorer, till death did we part. I grinned, feeling my heart skip a few beats. "God yes, I do. Until the end of time, and a thousand more years past that."

Bo started crying softly, tears rolling down her cheeks as she gave me the rest of her life. To be mine and mine alone. We slipped the simple platinium bands Gillian had picked out, telling us she had them inscribed with tiny bananas that would leave an imprint on our skin. Before I could curse her, the reverend pronounced us to be married, and I had free reign to kiss my wife.

And I did. I grabbed Bo like it was the first time again, and kissed her with my soul. She leaned into the kiss, and when Effy catcalled us to knock it off or get a room, I broke the kiss. Bo held my face with her hands, the cool feeling of her rings against my skin, and whispered, "You're my wife, Lauren. My wife." I could feel the weight in her words. After everything we'd been through, hearing her finality that I was hers, gave me life.

"I love you, Ysabeau Lewis." I smirked as she gave me a look. "You can keep your stage name."

She stepped back as Effy told us we only had five more minutes before the next round of interviews. "You mean you can keep your stage name, Lauren Dennis." She brought my hand up, kissing the rings on my left finger.

I laughed, "We'll negotiate name changes later, let's go sign the license." I kissed her once more, guiding her over to Will, Gillian, Effy and the reverend. All of them congratulated us, even Gillian wiped a few tears away and slapped my back. "Well done. You've finally grown into a real girl now, Lauren."

I nudged her, letting go of Bo to talk to Will about meeting us for dinner later. I pointed at Effy. "I give you three months until you're calling me to help you write a proposal for the love of your life."

Gillian rolled her eyes, nudging me back. "Pffftt…three months? I'll barely last past the end of this month. I'm stupidly in love with Lizbet and watching the impossible happen with you, makes me want to be romantic and married." She winked at me, walking away. "Maybe we've all grown into real girls, Lauren, and we have you and your hopeless romantic heart to thank." She winked, walked over to say her goodbyes to Will and his dad.

I sighed happily, lifting the ring on my finger up and catching the tiny imprint of a banana forming on my skin. I laughed, this was my life. I was just shotgunned married in a hotel room while on a press junket, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I pushed the ring down against my engagement ring, grinning. If anyone would've told me this is where I would be seven months ago, I would have laughed in their face, told them to piss off and save it for the movies.

But as I walked towards my wife, I knew I was living a life better than anything I could write.