The Morning after Nightmare

(Jacob POV)

I woke with a horrible headache. I groaned and opened my eyes. The roof was a creamy white colour. Huh. Where was I? I rolled onto my side. I was in a bed with a million pillows. Everything was creamy-white. I heard a soft moan beside me. Oh. I must have picked up someone at the club. I wondered idly if Leah did too. I couldn't remember anything past us drinking in that club. Next to me, the girl moaned again. She sat up, pulling the doona around her body.

"Leah?" I said drowsily. She looked at me.

"Jake?" she cried.

"Oh, shush! Major hangover happening here!" I clutched the sides of my head.

"I know what you mean," she sighed. I groaned and sat up.

"Nothing happened, right?" Leah asked. I frowned at her.

"No, you and I normally sleep in random beds together," I said sarcastically.

"No, I mean… happened," she said, stressing the last word.

"Oh… um, yeah, I think a little,. I mean, that explains the whole nude thing going on," I said awkwardly. She groaned and sank back into the pillows.

"Oh no," she muttered.

"If it makes you feel better, I don't remember anything," I offered. She sighed, and picked up two robes off the floor beside her.

"Put this one," she growled, throwing a robe at me. I took it and wrapped it around myself, loosely tying it up. Leah pulled on her own robe, and stood up.

"Where are we?" Leah asked. I looked at the logo on the robe.

"Huh. Las Vegas Hotel, Chapel, Golf Course, and Spa. Classy," I said sarcastically.

"How did we get here?" Leah asked, almost fretfully.

"I hope I drove us. Otherwise someone else knows about this," I said. Leah frowned at me.

"Some people shouldn't have cars. Some people aren't responsible enough," Leah growled at me.

"Your lovely, aren't you?" I muttered. There was a knock on the door.

"I'll deal with you later," Leah muttered. I smiled.

"Looking forward to that," I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.

"Come in!" Leah called. The door opened. Outside were Billy, Sue, and Charlie.

"Crap," I muttered.

"So we agree on something," Leah replied under her breath.

"How are the newlyweds?" Sue asked cheerily. I raised my eyebrows.

"Newlyweds?" Leah echoed. I groaned.

"What happened last night, Dad?" I asked.

"Don't you remember?" he asked. I raised my eyebrows.

"If I remembered, would I be asking?" I said, annoyed.

"Someone's got a hangover," Charlie smirked at me. I collapsed back into the million pillows. There was no getting to some people.

"Did we get married?" Leah sounded horrified.

"Yes. It was beautiful," Sue said. I sat up, stunned.

"I married Leah?" I gasped. Leah glared at me.

"You both could have done a lot worse," Charlie offered.

"Thanks," Leah glared at him.

"Why are you so upset you got married? You were going to get married anyway," Billy sat back in his chair.

"Someday!" I exclaimed.

"Yesterday was obviously your someday," Billy shrugged.

"It's a lot more complicated than that!" Leah whined.

"Were you planning a perfect wedding, darling?" Sue said sympathetically. I turned to Leah. She was fuming.

"This isn't right! I don't want it to be like this!" Leah growled.

"It was a pretty wedding, Leah. You should be happy!" Billy said. Leah glared at him.

"Hey, has anyone seen those little tiny bottles of conditioner in the hotel bathroom?" Seth asked, walking into the room wearing nothing but a tiny hotel towel wrapped around his waist. He had obviously just come out of the shower, because he was dripping wet.

"Seth!" I moaned.

"Hey, bro!" Seth beamed at me. Leah sighed and fell back into the bed.

"I think they want some alone-time now," Billy said quietly.

"That would be nice," I said.

"Well, we can talk later," Seth shrugged. Sue took Seth's arm and led him away. Billy followed, Charlie pushing his chair.

"Have fun," Billy winked brightly, and shut the door, leaving Leah and me alone for once. Leah looked up at me.

"Hey," I said, and smiled sheepishly.

"Hey," she smiled back.

"You aren't going to kill me?" I asked.

"Not yet," she sighed.

"So I'm guessing that if Billy knows, everyone in the world has heard," I said lightly. Leah nodded.

"Yeah," she frowned and rolled onto her back, "Hey, Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"This kind of breaks the hundred year thing, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Me too."

"But apparently it was pretty," I offered. She threw a pillow at me.

"That so consoles me," she rolled her eyes.

"Well, at least you're not mad anymore," I smiled.

"Sure. That's the main thing," she said sarcastically.

"It's not so bad, Leah," I said.

"Not so bad? I'm married to you! In Las Vegas! And everyone knows! And they're happy!" Leah exclaimed.

"Well, I mean apart from that," I offered. She started laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just can't believe this is all real. It doesn't seem right!" her laughter turned quickly into tears, "It isn't fair! How could this happen?"

"Don't cry," I said awkwardly. What are you meant to say in this kind of situation?

"It just isn't fair!" Leah sobbed.

"Everything will work out eventually. You'll see," I said quietly. She looked at me.

"How can you be so sure? How do you know we aren't going to be stuck like this forever?" Leah demanded, hiccupping.

"Because I won't let it be like that?" I suggested. She smiled.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"Sure, sure," I smiled.