Marry You

Based on the song "Marry You" by Bruno Mars

"Seriously? Do you think this is really a good idea?" Carrie slurred her question to Mike.

"Yeah, of course it is. Come on. You know it'll be fun. Besides, plenty of people get married in Vegas. There's nothing wrong with it," he assured her.

"We won't regret it in the morning when we're sober?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, skeptically.

"No way." Of course Mike wouldn't regret it. He'd had a thing for Carrie since they met two years ago, when she became a part of the Creative team. In fact, as the two became really good friends, he found himself falling in love with the brunette beauty.

"Let's do it," she agreed.

Mike smiled lazily, taking her smaller hand in his bigger one. He lead her to the front door of the chapel that they'd been standing in front of for the past ten minutes, while they were debating whether or not they should just get married. He was relieved when she finally agreed.

"We've never even kissed before," she said with a giggled, which was quickly followed by a hiccup.

Mike pulled Carried into his arms and planted a kiss on her lips, taking her completely by surprise. Her arms wrapped around him. They stayed that way for a few moments, before pulling apart.

"Okay, then. That works for me," she reacted, slightly out of breath.

He smirked. "Look at the bright side, you're gonna be married to the WWE Champion," he bragged.

"At least I can brag that I'm Mrs. Carrie Champion."

He laughed. "You see? This is working out very well for the both of us."

She nodded, holding his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers. "Are you sure that you really want to marry me? Because I'm sure Maryse or someone else would marry you, too, Mike."

He smiled at her. "Yeah, maybe, but I'd rather marry you, Car."

"Are you sure?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Positive…and it's not just cause I'm drunk. You're my favorite woman in the whole world."

Carried wrapped her arms around him affectionately. "Let's get ourselves hitched, Mr. Mizanin."

"Surely, future Mrs. Mizanin."

The two walked into the chapel, as neither of the two considered the idea that her boyfriend, their co-worker, would not be happy to find out that Carrie and Mike were about to get married.