"Please don't leave me" is the first thing he says as he sits on the edge of the bed. I look at him in shock. "How can you think I'd leave you?" I ask. He looks at me, vulnerability written all over his face. "It's what everyone does" he says quietly. "Everyone leaves me Ria. I don't want you to." "Jon" I say kneeling beside him. "I'm going nowhere, I promise you. I love you, you daft oaf! I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to. You have a huge grip on my heart. I can't be without you Jon." I look up at him, surprised to see tears rolling down his face. "I can't lose you" he whispers. "Not now." I shake my head. "You're not losing me Jon" I say, wiping the tears away. "I'm pushing you away aren't I?" he asks quietly. I shake my head. "No Jon" I say. "But I need you to understand the way things are, ok? The amount of tests Rico and I went through, there's no way they're wrong. You and me and baby makes three, kinda not gonna happen. If that's what you want, then we need to make a clean break now. And I mean, right now." He shakes his head. "All those needy kids out there" he says. "One of them would love me as a dad, right?" I smile and nod. "Indeed they would" I say. He smiles and holds his arms out to me. "Can we sleep?" he asks suddenly. I nod and lie on the bed with him, cuddling into him. It doesn't take long until we're both asleep.
"Morning dreamer" he mumbles from a chair the other side of the bed. I open my eyes and stare at him. "Why are you over there and not holding me?" I pout. He smiles. "I went to the bathroom and somebody was doing a starfish impression when I got back" he explains. "I've literally just sat down though. Does my fiancée need me?" "Always" I whisper as he walks back to the bed. I frown as he sinks to one knee beside the bed. "Jon?" I ask. He smiles at me, running his hand through his hair. "Remember what I said about being impulsive?" he asks. I nod slowly. "It's kinda coming in to play now toots" he warns. "Mariana, will you marry me?" I nod again, wondering where this is going. He smiles and shakes his head. "No toots" he says sitting on the bed next to me. "I don't think you understand. Will you marry me, today? Drive into Vegas, rock up at a wedding chapel in whatever we're wearing at the time, and say I do there and then. Just you and me." I nod. "Let's do this" I say smiling at him. He grins. "Get dressed then toots" he says. "We've got a wedding to go to!"
"Are we doing the right thing?" I ask quietly as he pulls up outside a quiet chapel. He looks at me and holds my hand. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for" he says. "If you don't want to do this, we won't. I'm not gonna force you Ria. Damn, I love you so much, but if you don't think we're ready for this, or that you can marry me, then just say the words and we'll head straight for the hotel." I shake my head. "I want to" I whisper. "I love you Jon, so much. Let's go do this." He smiles and before I can change my mind he's opening my door and helping me out of the car. "I can't believe I'm getting married in daisy dukes and a bikini top" I groan, looking down at myself. "I think I packed the best wedding outfit ever!" Jon groans looking me up and down. I smile and shake my head. "First and last time you do my packing Ambrose" I say kissing him. "Good" he says, kissing me back. "Huh?" I ask. "You're glad I'm not gonna let you pack for me?" He laughs. "No silly!" he says. "I'm gonna be your husband, I'm gonna pack for you no matter what you say. But my name ain't Ambrose, it's Good, so in about thirty minutes time you're gonna be Mrs Good." "Let's get in there and get it official then, Mr Good" I say kissing him. He smiles and takes my hand, pulling me inside the chapel.
He was out. About 20 minutes out. 10 minutes is all it takes before we're signing our lives away. "I can't believe we did it" I admit as we walk out. He shrugs. "No wedding planning" he says. "No big expense, no arguments over who is gonna be bridesmaids and best man, I think we did it the best way." I nod and hug him tightly. "I love you Mr Good" I whisper. He smiles and kisses me. "I love you more, Mrs Good" he says. I shake my head. "Impossible" I whisper. He grins and leads me out to the car. "We need to go ring shopping, dear wife" he says, opening my door. I nod and get in the car, smiling when he kisses me before running around to the drivers side. "The guys are gonna freak" I say suddenly. "And Kris. Oh fuck, she's gonna kill me." He laughs. "So what if we keep it a secret?" he asks. "Plan a ceremony for back home when we're ready?" I smile at him. "You had that all worked out didn't you?" I ask. He nods as he pulls into a parking space. "Come on" he says. "Enough about home. Let's get our wedding rings and enjoy the two days we have before we have to head to the pay per view."