Ilse'sPurpleSummer: Just messed around with him. James is the only man she's slept with (willingly speaking). jadeMK11: Noooo he's not. And it don't help that she's a teenager and don't know what the hell she's doing either. cathy: Thank you!

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"I cannot believe I am doing this," Julie muttered under her breath as James took control of the computer so he could show her the website of the place Mindy wanted to have their wedding. She had come into the office expecting to have a normal day at work but no, that had not been what had happened. The moment she sat down at her desk James had called and ordered her to come over to help him with the major wedding planning. Mindy was apparently out with Cooper, looking at wedding boutiques to see if she could find any dresses she liked in Vegas. If she couldn't it would probably be off to New York or Los Angeles or somewhere like that to search, which in that case James was planning on traveling with her. The boys would probably have to come too, since she wanted Cooper to help her shop and Connor couldn't stay behind unless he stayed with Julie. One thing was for sure though: James really REALLY did not want her traveling without him anymore. Partly for his own clingy needs yes but mostly because he was afraid of someone hurting her again. He could not let that happen again. He couldn't. He felt like shit that Mark had done it to begin with he couldn't fucking handle it if someone else hurt her.

"Here it is," he said. He had ignored Julie's muttered comment because he was not even going to fight with her about this. She was his assistant; he paid her to do what he said and help him. Yes they had become friends over the years but he was pulling his fucking boss card right now and that was that. "It's called the Broadmoor. It's this fancy fucking place in Colorado Springs. It's got like nine ballrooms and Baby Doll and I can have our honeymoon there-"

"This is going to cost a fortune to even be to have this wedding there," Julie interrupted.

James snorted. "So? You and I both know that money isn't even an actual concern for me. I've got more money than most bitches even dream about making."

"I know but-"

"But what Rosenberg? What? What what what? Is it the money? Relax thy Jew self. It's my money, not yours." He patted her on the shoulder and tried to go back to work. He was taking this wedding planning thing very very seriously. He wanted this to be as perfect and special as he could possibly make it. "Now anyway, I've got a number written down that you're going to call and talk to catering and all that fun stuff. But first look at this." He clicked on a wedding planner brochure the website was nice enough to have and started clicking through it. "Now I'm thinking that unless things can get changed, the wedding will be in December, which makes the Fountain Room the best place to have the ceremony since it's inside. And that means the dinner and all that shit would be in the Lake Terrace Dinning Room. And this little chart thing right here says we need at least 150 guests but no more than 250 of them."

"Do you guys even want to invite that many people?"

James shrugged. "I don't know who she'll want to invite beyond Crispy yet. But between the two of us, I'm sure we can find that many." Ignoring the look she was giving him he clicked on the picture of the Fountain Room to enlarge it. "Look at this shit Rosenberg. It's fucking gorgeous."

"It is pretty…" Julie couldn't even deny that. "But don't you think you guys are moving a little too fast?"

James groaned loudly. "Fucking hell! Not you too." He gave her a very irritated glare. "We're not having this argument."

"James-"

"No. No no no no and no."

"You're completely rushing this."

"I love her, alright? I love her beyond anything I've ever felt before. There's no point in wasting any time and I'm not listening to any shit that's going to bring us down. You're worse than the man Rosenberg."

Julie rolled her eyes at him. "She's a baby James. And now she's marrying you and having your baby."

"Our baby Rosenberg. It's not just my baby. It's her baby too. We made the baby together."

"She's a baby herself James. I've been a teenager in love myself once upon a time-"

"In the Stone Age," James quipped.

The look Julie gave him was quite nasty. "We're about the same age you idiot. Don't be making age jokes." That shut him up (at least for the moment). "Like I was saying, I know for a fact that teen girls in love don't think about the consequences of their actions. You as the adult should have used protection and thought about this more carefully."

"And you, as an employee, should really not test me when it comes to her," James said, his eyes narrowing in irritation. "Fucking Mark had to test me with her and he had to find out the hard way what happens when you hurt her."

"What?" Julie said in confusion. "What did Mark do?"

"He hurt Baby Doll so I killed him."

"James!"

"What? He couldn't be allowed to get away with it."

"If they find his body-"

James shook his head. "Come on Rosenberg. I've been doing this for how long now? There's nothing to find. Besides, I'm gonna stop anyway."

"Stop what?"

"Killing."

"You're going to stop killing?"

"Mhm. With Baby Doll I really don't feel like I need it like I did before and it'll make her happy because I know she's scared that I'm going to get caught."

Julie slowly shook her head. "Haven't you tried stopping before for Belle?"

"Like once or twice. Never actually put the effort into my "attempts" to stop."

"But this time it'll be different?"

"She sates me Rosenberg. I'm with her and all the shit that's fucked my head up doesn't matter anymore. She's what I want, what I need and you can either accept that or get the hell out of the way." With that said James turned his attention back to the wedding planning, where it was supposed to be anyway. "Now I was thinking that for like the dinner we could do a buffet so everyone can just stuff their face with as much as they want and there could be like waiters and passing out h'ordeuvres and stuff. Oooooh and it says they have a chocolate fountain. We're fucking getting that chocolate fountain."

Julie didn't know whether to chuckle or shake her head. "You sound like a child James."

"I don't care. Fucking chocolate fountains are the bomb."

"I'll make a note of that."

"Yes you should. It's great information to know."

"Whatever you say." Julie shook her head a bit and leaned back in her chair. "You do realize though that you're going to be planning this wedding and getting ready for the baby's arrival at the same time, don't you?"

James nodded. "I've got it under control."

"And Mindy will more than likely be what, eight or nine months pregnant at the time she walks down the aisle?" The point Julie was trying to make was that maybe it would be a good idea to push the wedding back a bit on the grounds Mindy should be about to pop at that time but that went over James's head completely. He was on a whole other track all together.

"I thought of a name. At least if our baby is a girl."

"You did?"

"Mhm. I'm gonna run it by Baby Doll and see if she likes it."

"What is it?"

"Amber Rose Lawson."

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"This one looks way way too old fashioned," Cooper said as he wrinkled his nose at the dress in front of him. "Like seriously, this is something a grandma would wear."

Mindy nodded along in agreement as she twirled her Blow Pop around in her mouth. As of right now, they were just in the looking phase of the dress shopping operation. They had seen a few that looked pretty but they weren't really what she was looking for. She wanted a dress that would not keep all eyes on her, but one that would absolutely wow James. She wanted him to love her dress just as much as she wanted to love it herself.

Cooper linked arms with her and led her along. "What color of dress are you looking for? I mean, I know the bride usually goes with white but I don't think it's like an actual rule that you have to do it."

Mindy shrugged. "Jamie likes red."

"Yeah but you're the one wearing the dress. You gotta pick out something you like."

"I like what Jamie likes." She frowned as Cooper rolled his eyes at her. "What? I do you jerk."

"Oh I'm a jerk now? I'm helping you pick out your wedding dress yet I'm a jerk?"

"Mhm!" She took her sucker out of her mouth and bopped Cooper on the chin with it. "You're a big jerk."

"Meanie." He snatched the Blow Pop out of her hand and stuck it in his mouth. She immediately pouted her lips at him and he rolled his eyes before giving the sucker back. "Yet I love you anyway."

"I love you too jerk face." She put the candy back in her mouth and twirled the stick around with her fingers. "Trisha will have to be one of my bridesmaids."

"You don't sound too happy about that," Cooper noted.

Mindy shook her head. "She is so annoying but she is my sister so I have to let her be in it."

"Technically you don't HAVE to…"

"I want you or Kane to be my maid of honor."

Cooper choked on the breath he just took. "Are you serious?"

Mindy nodded.

"Why is it a choice between me and Crispy?"

"Because Kane is my best friend."

"Then what does that make me?"

Mindy didn't know how to answer that. That question wasn't anywhere near easy to answer. With Kane her feelings were one hundred percent platonic. He was her friend and that was all she truly felt for him. With Cooper, the lines got blurred constantly and everything was much more murky. He took the sucker out of her mouth and ducked his head down to press his forehead against hers. There were so many reasons why he shouldn't be feeling this way towards her. She was marrying James. She was in love with him, she was having his baby. She was a girl and he was gay…at least he always thought he was. Any girl before him repulsed him in THAT way but she was different. He could see himself with her. Oh it was so so easy to see himself with her.

His lips were rapidly coming towards hers and if he would have gotten to actually kiss her she would have kissed him back. She liked kissing him. But before his lips could touch hers, morning sickness that couldn't tell time rearing it's ugly head. She quickly ducked her head away and darted off to the bathroom before she could humiliate herself by throwing up on him like she did James. She was thankfully alone when she got in there and she gagged up what James had fed her earlier, her eyes about bugging out of her head when she realized she had spit out some of her own blood in the process.