Three Weeks Later
It had been quite a few weeks since Y/N had fainted at the party, yet Ike still wouldn't allow her to do anything besides lay in bed whole day.
"Hey, Sweetheart..." Ike steps into the room, sitting next to you on the bed, "how's my Girl and Munchkin doing?"
Groaning out in frustration, you glare at him, "I feel like I'm about to go insane from being stuck in this bed..."
"The doctor said that you need to take it easy, Sweetheart..." Ike reminds you.
"Well, it's been three weeks already, Isaac..." you grumble out, crossing your arms over your belly, "I'm eight months pregnant now and it's becoming very uncomfortable having to lay in bed whole day."
"I know, Sweetheart..." Ike pulls you towards him, pressing a kiss into your hair, "just wait a few more days and then you can start moving about more, ok."
"Ok..." you sigh out in defeat, but soon an idea pops into your head. "I have an idea of how you can help with my boredom..." you smirk up at him then.
"Now, Sweetheart..." Ike stares down at you with a raised brow, "you need to be resting... I don't think what you have in mind would be a good idea."
"It would help me relax..." you slowly bat your eyelashes at him in response, "that is what I need to do, isn't it?"
You wrap your arms around his neck, peppering kisses along his jawline, "I need you, Isaac..."
"Sweetheart..." Ike groans out in response, "we shouldn't be doing this right now..."
"Please- Isaac..." you beg him in a whisper, "we can go slow. I really need you..." your hands reach for his belt-buckle then, "I know you want to... just give in already."
"You're going to be the death of me, woman..." Ike grunts out, getting up to strip off his clothes then.
"But you love me anyway..." you smirk in response, removing your nightgown.
"That was nice..." you hummed out in satisfaction, pressing a kiss into Ike chest.
"Yeah, well, you got what you wanted... happy now?" Ike smirks down at you.
"Very much so..." you flash him a smile, pressing a kiss to his lips.
"I was thinking, Sweetheart..." Ike continues on in a more serious note, "we should get married as soon as possible. I want you to be my WIFE by the time our baby arrives."
"Ok" you smile up at him in excitement, "when do you have mind?"
"Is three weeks enough time for you?" Ike replies.
"That's over enough time..." you nod your head, "we can get married at court."
"No..." Ike shakes his head then, "I want you to have your dream wedding, with anything and everything you want."
"It'll be my dream wedding, Isaac" you smile at him in response, "because I'll be marrying the man of my dreams..."
"You sure?" Ike stares at you in concern and you nod your head at him.
"Besides, I don't have any family here and it's just your kids. This way it's much easier..." you reassure him with a shrug, "we can have big reception instead, invite all our friend to that then."
"Ok." Ike agrees, pressing a kiss against your head, "whatever my lady wants..."
Three Weeks Later, Three Day Before The Wedding
"Hey, Dad..." Stevie greets his father as enters Y/N's apartment. "How's Y/N/N doing?"
"She's doing better now" Ike tells him as they take a seat, "just busy with finalizing the wedding plans."
"Good" Stevie nods his head, happy at the news. "I'm here to go over the guest list for the reception."
"Ok, let me go get her..." Ike gets up from his seat, "grab yourself a drink so long."
"Hey, Stevie..." you smile at him in greeting as you walked into the lounge.
"Hey, MOM..." Stevie smirks, pulling Y/N in for a hug.
"MOM!" you swat at his shoulder with you hand, "I'm only three years younger than you."
"Well... you are marrying my Dad in three days..." Stevie shrugs in response.
"Oh. Hush, you..." you chuckle at his remark.
Stevie gets down to business then, "just letting you know that everything is sorted with the club for the reception. I've also made sure that there will be extra security if 'UNWANTED' guests decide to crash."
"Thanks, Son..." Ike smiles at him in response, "and for handling the Press as well."
"No problem, Dad..." Stevie informs him, "I've also arranged for you guys to leave through the back entrance when you go to the courthouse."
"Those Vultures still circling about downstairs?" Ike sneers in response.
"Yeah, there are still a few of them" Stevie shakes his head in disbelief, "they're worse than a dog with a bone."
"Oh, yeah...Danny called. He, Lauren and Grandpa will be arriving tomorrow" Stevie changes the topic then, "he also let me know, that it's like a Madhouse with the Press over there as well."
"I can only begin to imagine what they have to say about me..." you mumble out.
Ike pulls Y/N into his lap, "don't let those Jackasses get to you, Sweetheart..."
"I've read the papers, Isaac" you tearfully remind him, "they're saying, I'm the reason Vera and you got divorced. That we've been having an affair for years!"
"Shhh... Sweetheart" Ike gently rocks her in his arms, "don't pay attention to what they have to say. As long as we know the truth and we're happy... then screw them and what they choose to believe."
"I'm going to lay down for a bit..." you state getting up from Ike's lap, "I'll see you later, Stevie."
Once Y/N leaves the room, Stevie turns to his father. "Dad, thought I should let you know. There's an article circling around in Miami. Vera gave an interview and in it she claims that Y/N broke up your marriage to her."
"That Bitch!" Ike hiss out in anger, "can't she leave my family and I alone! She got her share from the divorce, what more could she want!"
"Don't let her get to you, Dad" Stevie tries to calm his father down, "This is what she wants... to get a reaction from you and worm her way back into your life."
"You're right, Son" Ike nods his head in agreement and smirks, "I have the perfect Idea to show her and the Press that what they're doing doesn't bother us."
"What do you have in mind?" Stevie stares at his father in curiosity then.