When she thought about how short their engagement had been, she laughed. Two weeks. With no friends or family around to celebrate with them, they decided not to prolong the engagement.
Six days ago, the doctor confirmed what he knew already: she was pregnant. From what they could tell, she was at least three months along. He started mentioning moving to another place, but honestly, she'd fallen in love with the island. Their options would always be limited because at least one of them was listed on the FBI's Most Wanted List.
In the seven months she'd lived on the island, she'd attended mass at the cathedral. She hadn't been religious in years, not since her mother died. She still wasn't, but it was something that reminded her of home and being Teresa Lisbon. She'd practiced using her Spanish around the island, but she got the best practice speaking to Father Juan at the cathedral. He knew her darkest secrets. He knew who they were: two Americans hiding from the law. He agreed to marry them anyway.
She found a nice cream colored dress to wear with lace sleeves that fell just beneath her knees. Patrick found, well borrowed, a navy blue suit from their friend Mario.
"Hopefully, today goes pretty well. You look gorgeous. I just hope I don't get struck by lightning or something. I hear your God can be pretty upset with those who don't believe in him."
She rolled her eyes. "Patrick…"
He kissed her head. "It's important to you. I'll do it." Using their real names and exchanging the bands they bought from a local jeweler, they stood in the sanctuary and said their vows that day before a few witnesses who happened to be dropping by the church.
"Ahora, los declaro marido y mujer." Husband and wife. They were now husband and wife, a unit, a team-just like they'd always been. Only now that meant something a little differently.
That night, they celebrated with a nice dinner. Later that night, her husband showed his appreciation to his wife by burying his head between her thighs as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. After, they cuddled together in their bed with his hand on the pouch developing in her abdomen. A family.