Chapter Thirty Six
Carter walked back into the living room and sighed when she saw all of them sitting there with sad looks on their faces. "She's gone," she said softly and winced when she saw Jack burry his face into his hands and cry. She had never seen him like this and it frightened her. "Calm down, Jack," she said, kneeling by his side. His head shot up, rage flowing through him. "You expect me to calm down?" he asked, his arms shaking. "Look, I know it's rough, but just give her some time to think. She'll be back," Carter answered reassuringly. "Yeah, Carter is right. Karen loves you," Grace said, rubbing her belly. "If she loved me, wouldn't she be here right now?" Jack asked. They all sat in silence, knowing he was right. He shook his head sadly and walked out of the room.
:: One Week Later ::
Jack covered his head with his pillow when he heard the phone ring. It had been ringing non stop for a whole week and he knew it was one of his friends trying to cheer him up. He hadn't seen Karen since she had walked out and he was so lonely. He hadn't eaten, or even gotten out of bed. He held the covers tightly when he shivered. It was raining outside and since he didn't have the heat on, it was freezing inside the room. He stared at the small box on the night stand beside the bed and groaned. He should have never asked her. Grabbing the box, he got out of bed and walked to the window. He opened it and took one last look at the ring. He closed his eyes as he shut the box and raised it above his head, prepared to throw it outside into the pouring rain. Suddenly, he saw something he would have never expected to see. Standing there, soaking wet, was none other than Karen. He gasped at the sight of her. Her mascara was running down her face and she looked so helpless. "Jackie, I'm sorry! I do want to marry you! I do want to marry you, so badly!" she screamed, so he could hear. His lips curled into a smile as he ran out of the room and downstairs. He opened the front door and without saying a word, they both ran into each other's arms. He pushed her hair out of her face and captured her mouth. "Let's get married...right now," she said, when they broke off. "What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Let's take a plane to Las Vegas and get married. It's the quickest way," she answered, grabbing his hand. "Are you drunk, Kare?" he asked, surprised at her behavior. "Oh honey, I'm always drunk," she answered, as she tugged on his hand. "But we don't have plane tickets and we don't even know if there is an airplane going to Las Vegas tonight," he said, as she kissed him. "Just trust me," she replied, as he grinned. "Let's go," he said, as she kissed him again.
They arrived at the airport still in their soaking wet clothes. For once, they both didn't care about their appearance. They walked over to a small machine and Jack watched as Karen inserted a card. "What does this do?" he asked, and his question was soon answered when two tickets popped out. "I bought them by phone already," she answered, as he chuckled. She grabbed his hand and led him to the gate that had the plane headed to Las Vegas.
:: Little White Wedding Chapel ::
Karen giggled as she made her way down the extremely short aisle. She and Jack both knew what they were doing was crazy, but they were in love and that's all that mattered. He took her hands in his and giggled as well. "This is so weird," he said, as the preacher dressed as Elvis began speaking.
When the ceremony was done and Jack had placed the engagement ring on her finger, they walked out of the chapel hand in hand. "Oh my God Karen, we are married!" he exclaimed, as she started giggling once again. "I love you Poodle," she whispered, placing her lips on his. "I love you too, more than you can imagine," he whispered back, as he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he led her to the awaiting limo. They got in and told the driver to go to any hotel and once he started driving, Karen's lips were back on Jack's.
Once they had gotten the key to their room from the concierge, they traveled up the elevator and arrived at the room. Jack opened the door and led her in. He sat on the bed and smiled when she sat on his lap. "We are married," she whispered, as he took her hand and started kissing her fingers. "You're my wife," he said proudly, as he pulled her hair back and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and helped him take her blouse off. "You're my husband," she said, as she got up and looked at his face. She placed her hand on his cheek and smiled lustfully. "This is a change," she said, referring to his facial hair. "Oh yeah, sorry about that," he replied, as she pushed him back on the bed roughly. "Kare?" he asked, as she crawled on top of him. "I think it's so sexy," she answered, kissing his chin. He smiled as she ran her hands through his hair. "This is going to be a night you will never forget," she whispered, biting his ear lobe for good measure.
Carter walked back into the living room and sighed when she saw all of them sitting there with sad looks on their faces. "She's gone," she said softly and winced when she saw Jack burry his face into his hands and cry. She had never seen him like this and it frightened her. "Calm down, Jack," she said, kneeling by his side. His head shot up, rage flowing through him. "You expect me to calm down?" he asked, his arms shaking. "Look, I know it's rough, but just give her some time to think. She'll be back," Carter answered reassuringly. "Yeah, Carter is right. Karen loves you," Grace said, rubbing her belly. "If she loved me, wouldn't she be here right now?" Jack asked. They all sat in silence, knowing he was right. He shook his head sadly and walked out of the room.
:: One Week Later ::
Jack covered his head with his pillow when he heard the phone ring. It had been ringing non stop for a whole week and he knew it was one of his friends trying to cheer him up. He hadn't seen Karen since she had walked out and he was so lonely. He hadn't eaten, or even gotten out of bed. He held the covers tightly when he shivered. It was raining outside and since he didn't have the heat on, it was freezing inside the room. He stared at the small box on the night stand beside the bed and groaned. He should have never asked her. Grabbing the box, he got out of bed and walked to the window. He opened it and took one last look at the ring. He closed his eyes as he shut the box and raised it above his head, prepared to throw it outside into the pouring rain. Suddenly, he saw something he would have never expected to see. Standing there, soaking wet, was none other than Karen. He gasped at the sight of her. Her mascara was running down her face and she looked so helpless. "Jackie, I'm sorry! I do want to marry you! I do want to marry you, so badly!" she screamed, so he could hear. His lips curled into a smile as he ran out of the room and downstairs. He opened the front door and without saying a word, they both ran into each other's arms. He pushed her hair out of her face and captured her mouth. "Let's get married...right now," she said, when they broke off. "What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Let's take a plane to Las Vegas and get married. It's the quickest way," she answered, grabbing his hand. "Are you drunk, Kare?" he asked, surprised at her behavior. "Oh honey, I'm always drunk," she answered, as she tugged on his hand. "But we don't have plane tickets and we don't even know if there is an airplane going to Las Vegas tonight," he said, as she kissed him. "Just trust me," she replied, as he grinned. "Let's go," he said, as she kissed him again.
They arrived at the airport still in their soaking wet clothes. For once, they both didn't care about their appearance. They walked over to a small machine and Jack watched as Karen inserted a card. "What does this do?" he asked, and his question was soon answered when two tickets popped out. "I bought them by phone already," she answered, as he chuckled. She grabbed his hand and led him to the gate that had the plane headed to Las Vegas.
:: Little White Wedding Chapel ::
Karen giggled as she made her way down the extremely short aisle. She and Jack both knew what they were doing was crazy, but they were in love and that's all that mattered. He took her hands in his and giggled as well. "This is so weird," he said, as the preacher dressed as Elvis began speaking.
When the ceremony was done and Jack had placed the engagement ring on her finger, they walked out of the chapel hand in hand. "Oh my God Karen, we are married!" he exclaimed, as she started giggling once again. "I love you Poodle," she whispered, placing her lips on his. "I love you too, more than you can imagine," he whispered back, as he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he led her to the awaiting limo. They got in and told the driver to go to any hotel and once he started driving, Karen's lips were back on Jack's.
Once they had gotten the key to their room from the concierge, they traveled up the elevator and arrived at the room. Jack opened the door and led her in. He sat on the bed and smiled when she sat on his lap. "We are married," she whispered, as he took her hand and started kissing her fingers. "You're my wife," he said proudly, as he pulled her hair back and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and helped him take her blouse off. "You're my husband," she said, as she got up and looked at his face. She placed her hand on his cheek and smiled lustfully. "This is a change," she said, referring to his facial hair. "Oh yeah, sorry about that," he replied, as she pushed him back on the bed roughly. "Kare?" he asked, as she crawled on top of him. "I think it's so sexy," she answered, kissing his chin. He smiled as she ran her hands through his hair. "This is going to be a night you will never forget," she whispered, biting his ear lobe for good measure.