*couple quick things: first I hope you guys are enjoying the story as much as I do writing for the characters. Also with the next two weeks being holiday season, I'm going to try my best to update. Also, just a reminder anything written in italics is/are flashbacks of Olivias memories. Enjoy and don't forget to review!*
Jay couldn't believe they were actually doing this. They were really getting married. One of the people working at the Elvis chapel had tried to convince them into wearing the suits and bridal gowns there, but Jay wasn't letting that happen. He may have been heavily buzzed but he was sober enough not to let the two of them wear any of the corny stuff they had. Olivia, on the other hand, pouted when Jay had said no to all that. When she asked for the veil and bouquet with wide loving eyes, Jay couldn't deny her that. Music started to play and there she was, walking towards him with that beautiful smile of hers. As she got closer, Jay offered his hand to her.
"Last chance to run." He said.
"I wouldn't dream of it." She smiled.
They stood facing each other and 'Elvis' began.
"We all know the drill. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they date, they fall in love, they go to Vegas and decided to get hitched in a spur of the moment wedding. Any vows you wanna say, Jay you start."
Jay let out a breath to release his nerves.
"Oh, uh that was unexpected but okay. Livi, I can't believe we're here, doing this. But why not right? Everything already thinks we're together anyways. I want you to know, you mean everything to me. You're my sun, the moon and the stars. I will do everything I ever can do to keep you happy, keep you protected like a husband should, to make you feel loved everyday and give you the world because you deserve nothing less. I'll be the best husband I can possibly be for you. I love you Olivia and I always will."
Olivia looked at him with her eyes filled with tears and doing her very best not to cry. How has she gotten so lucky.
"Olivia, your turn."
Olivia opened and closed her mouth a few times and jay leaned in close to her.
"Hey, we don't have to do this Livi."
"No,no,no I'm good, I just needed a second."
Jay straightened back up. Olivia cleared her throat and blew out a nervous breath of her own.
"How do I top that, right?!' She chuckled, 'I can't believe we're doing this either, especially because I'm such a control freak and zero of this was planned. But looking at you right now, I've realized marriage isn't about some elaborate party or ceremony, which by the way we better have when we get home, but its about the person you're starting this new journey with. And my god, Jay, I'm glad it's you. I vow to always be a pain in the ass, to agree to disagree, to support you, to always love you more in every moment of everyday. I will always, no matter what, have your six. Come hell or high water, Halstead, I'll always be in your corner."
Jay squeezed her hands and mouthed 'I love you' and Olivia mouthed back 'I love you more'.
"Olivia, do you take Jay to be your husband, in sickness and in health, good times and in bad, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do." She smiled.
"And Jay, do you take Olivia to be your wife, in sickness and in health, good times and bad, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do."
"Well then, by the power vested in me, by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You are now officially Mr.Mrs. Halstead. Jay, you may kiss your bride."
Olivia jolted awake to silence and an empty bed. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was 9:30am. She was up every morning at 7am on the dot, even on her days off. Sliding on her slippers, she headed down to the kitchen. Jay was there with James making breakfast and terribly singing along to the Backstreet Boys.
"Tell me why..."
Jay held out his spatula that he was using, as a pretend microphone to James.
"Ain't nuffin but a heart ache."
"Again James, tell me why..."
"Ain't nuffin but mistake..."
"Tell me why, I never wanna hear you say, I want it that way."
Jay picked up James and playfully danced around the kitchen and spun James in circles. James' giggles filled the room and Olivia couldn't help but smile herself. She stood against the doorframe and watched the two of them for a bit, in awe that not only was Jay the father to their adopted son, but he was her husband. Jay held onto James and helped him make eggs.
"Easy with the eggs James."
"We has to mix them daddy."
"It's 'have' buddy. We 'have to mix them', but we're not. Mommy doesn't like them scrambled. Do you remember what cousin Owie calls them?"
"Noooo." James smirked.
"Hmmm, I think you do." Jay teased.
James giggled.
"Mommy likes drippy eggs!" He said, triumphantly.
"See, I knew you knew it."
"Thems is gross daddy." He said with a face.
"Don't tell your mother that."
Deciding she was done watching, she quietly walked into the kitchen.
"What's going on here?"
Both boys spun to face her and smiled.
"We's making breakfast mommy."
Jay put James down and he ran to Olivia who scooped him up and held him close.
"What's the special occasion?"
"It's Sunday." Jay said.
"Right.' Olivia put James down, 'Why don't you go play with your toys for a bit."
"Okay mommy."
James didn't need to be told twice, as he sprinted from the kitchen. Olivia made a cup of coffee and went to leave the kitchen as well.
"Hold up, where you going?" Jay asked, stopping her.
"I'm not hungry. Coffee is good enough for me."
"Olivia, don't be like that."
"I'm not being like anything. I'm still trying to process all this."
Jay turned off the stove.
"Crazy, huh?"
"To say the least. I'm gonna go shower."
"I'll come with you."
Olivia spun around and raised an eyebrow at him.
"You most certainly will not. You're gonna clean up my kitchen and watch our son."
"Ohhhh, sassy Olivia is my favorite."