A/N – V extreme ending. Should I finish it? Tell me plz! XD

Chapter 3

After 3 months of planning and getting everyone's permission, we were ready to go to Las Vegas. I was beginning to show as I was almost 5 months along, but I could thankfully still fit into my dress. We flew from LAX to Las Vegas, then Ivan drove us all in his people carrier to the hotel, as we went nuts in the back to Lucifer by SHINee. Meryl almost took her top off but she managed to stop herself. The therapy is starting to work dramatically quickly. Armel rapped along to the rapping bit.

We drove along The Strip. It was so bright and colourful. We drove by the Flamingo hotel, and we drove into its car park. We were staying here? OMG! I was so happy. I began to make out with Armel for arranging this. This was also the moment I realized that he was loaded. I didn't care about the money though. All I wanted was his love… and his baby. I had finally come to terms with the fact that I did want the baby.

I got into mine and Armel's room and I put Beat It on from my iPod speakers. We began to dance to it and laugh. Armel threw about a thousand 10 dollar bills in the air and we started to throw them at eachother. "Casino money!" he laughed. We laughed and danced and threw money until we fell on the bed, on op of eachother. We made out fiercely then had wild sex surrounded by money to Michael Jackson's Greatest Hits. It was like never before. We made so much noise that we weren't surprised if the whole casino could hear us. We had sex continuously for about 5 hours and the bedsheets were coated in stains.

I woke up the next morning naked, on top of Armel. It seemed that we had fallen asleep mid-sex as he was still inside me. I lifted myself off him and went in the toilet and got ready. As I emerged to put my clothes on, Armel was awake, stroking himself. "Seconds?" he growled sexily. He was still horny. Well, so was I. It was 2 in the afternoon by the time we had stopped. We went to Ivan, Kimiko and Sakura's room to find a note on the door:

To Armel and Bianca,

If you're ever finished fucking, please meet us downstairs. We'll be checking out the casino all day. Love Meryl, Meredith, Serah etc.

I went into our room and put on my new orange dress (originally a bridesmaid dress) that came to my waist, and one of my early wedding gifts from the Romanenkos – a $20k diamond necklace and earring set. I did up my hair in a posh updo with curly bangs and went down to the casino. When we got there, everyone stared at me. I got self-conscious at first because my bump was visible in the dress, but then one of the staff came up to me. "Where'd you get that outfit? It's amazing!" "It's an early wedding gift. We're here to get married. And it isn't a shotgun wedding, even though it is classed as such." After a long conversation with Sally, we met up with the Romanenkos.

"At last, hey, rogovoĭ detyeĭ!" Ivan laughed as we approached. "Konnichiwa, aikō-ka! How are you? You look utsukushii, Shiro." Kimiko exclaimed. Everybody now calls me Shiro, for the time being. I want nothing to do with my old family, after they all kicked me out. Kimiko said that Aizumi would be a nice name. She said it's a name she made up and it comes from 'ai no izumi', which literally means 'love of fountain', or love fountain. She also said that Kaori and Naomi are nice names. "You're having a Japanese name, kawaii." "Huh?" "Oh, kawaii means dear as well as cute. Also, pretty is kanari, and sweet is amai."

After a Japanese lesson, I decided that Aizumi is going to be my new name. Aizumi Yuhara-Romanenko. Sounds good to me. And Naomi (nah-o-mee not nay-o-mee) sounds nice for if I have a girl. I think Kaoru is nice for a boy. I'm looking at baby names already. Armel has suggested a patronymic. Yeah… He says Ivanovych would be better than Armelovych, because his full name is Armel Ivan Genjo Ivanovych Yuhara-Romanenko. So, It'll be Kaoru Ivan Armel Ivanovych Yuhara-Romanenko or Naomi Aizumi Sakura Ivanivna Yuhara-Romanenko. Jesus, long names are obviously more common in America.

I guess we are decided on names already. After a couple of hours at the casino, we went to a nice diner. I had a ribeye steak and chips, then a chocolate cake. We went back to our hotel rooms afterwards. Me and Armel decided to have lots of cocktails (non-alcoholic) and we got hyperactive. We ended the night… just guess.

In the morning, I put on a pink and white summer dress and white wedge shoes with small heels, because big heels absolutely kill when you're 5 months pregnant. I also put on a Pandora necklace and bracelet. I applied some foundation, eyeliner and lipgloss before waking Armel up. "Wakey wakey, honey." I was instantly surprised because I had just realized how American my accent had become. It was like I was an American with an English twang… or an American putting on a bad fake British accent. "Morning sleepyhead." His eyes slowly and tiredly opened. "Hey baby," he murmured, "ten more minutes."

When Armel finally awoke from his eternal sleep, we went out onto the Strip. We spent the whole day having fun. Tomorrow was our wedding, and in celebration, we went to a posh restaurant and I had a $50 steak. It was officially the best meal I'd ever had. I got a call when I was waiting for dessert so I went to the toilet to answer it. The conversation surprised me. Hugely. It was my mother… HOW IN THE FUCK DID SHE STILL HAVE MY NUMBER?

"Hello, Aizumi Yuhara-Romanenko speaking, who is it?" "Oh, this isn't Bianca Hollister?" "Um, no, she's dead." "Good. Little slut. Serves her right for getting pregnant at 16." "You're sick, Florence, and by the way, Bianca isn't dead, but she is to me. I'm Aizumi now." "Well, Bianca, let's get this straight. We heard about your 'shotgun wedding' and… well, just expect a little wedding gift from us. We've paid a courier to… deliver it." "Fuck you, mom, I don't want your gift. I have the Yuhara-Romanenkos now. So fuck you, and dad, and Finlay!" I hung up, angered.

I sat back at the table. My chocolate fudge sundae had arrived. It was so creamy and delicious. Soon, I'd eaten it all. Soon, it was morning and my wedding day. I was so excited. I went into Kimiko's room and Ivan came into our room. I put on my long white dress and veil. Kimiko applied some light makeup on me and gave me a rose lipstick. I almost cried when I saw myself. This was me – I was acting and looking so much older than I was. The wedding dress, the veil, the bump… I was looking 26, not 16.

A posh spots car was waiting outside the hotel. Kimiko and I got inside, my eyes welling up again. "What if he doesn't wanna?" I cried. "It's OK honey. It's just cold feet. I got it too. Don't make yourself worry too much." Kimiko said while pulling over, smiling and looking deeply into my eyes. She got closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Just say if you get scared. I am here for you, Aizumi." Her hold on my arm tightened, and she comforted me. I looked into her glistening brown eyes. They were wide with anticipation. I felt myself get closer. It was wedding nerves, I guess. I don't know why I did it, but it meant nothing to me. She's my mother in law… almost.

Thoughts of guilt flooded in my head as her soft lips touched mine. My tongue swam around in her mouth. She held me close as she kissed me harder. I leaned over, until I was on top of her. She caressed my breast as I continued to kiss her. I felt… happy, but at the same time, guilty. I'm getting married in half an hour, but I'm getting close to having sex with my fiancée's mother? I pulled away, suddenly. "We can't do this!" I cried, "If anyone finds out about this, they'll hate us…" Kimiko silenced me with another kiss. "We're just bi-curious." she purred flirtily, "We can always continue this another time… I love you." I was stunned, and my mouth hung open as we pulled away.

At the venue, I shook myself into reality. Was I just bi-curious… or was I really a bisexual? I mean, sometimes I look at women and think they're sexy. But all of these thoughts disappeared when I saw Armel. He was so sexy in his tux.

The next couple hours were a blur. But, at the end of the blur, I was married. We had a wedding party and danced. Armel got a bit drunk because he had a few sneaky shots of vodka. So some of us got outside and there was a suspicious-looking car nearby. Armel ran out infront into the road and started dancing, and Meredith ran out to join him. I heard the car rev and head straight for them. "Armel, Meredith, get outta the way!" I screamed as the car crashed into them at high speed, knocking him off his feet. "A wedding gift for Mr and Mrs Romanenko." The driver snarled, "They made it so easy. With regards from the Alliance. Enjoy your wedding gift. Laters."

My mind flooded with questions. My parents were always sneaky and never explained where they got their money from. They never gave me a solid reason why we moved here. And Hollister… the Hollister Alliance, a mafia organisation… BASTARDS! I ran to Armel and Meredith, in tears. I held them in my arms. "Shiro, happy wedding… the stars, so bright, be happy, live…" Meredith whispered weakly as I cried hysterically. The guests began to come out to see what was going on. "Be good… for her… your daughter… Elina, that's… nice name…" Meredith's head flopped and her eyes fixed to the sky and I heard myself let out a blood curling scream. I knew at that moment she was dead.