Age 23
"Kill me, now."
"What's wrong, love?"
"Alice."
"Is she hounding you again about the wedding?
"I had no idea there are so many colors of pink."
"That bad, huh?"
"You know what I've been thinking?"
"What?"
"Vegas."
"Vegas?"
"Yeah, how about we get in the car and drive to Vegas? Tonight."
"And what would we be doing in Vegas? Gambling?"
"No… well… maybe a little, but get married."
"You want to elope?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"I don't know Bella… don't you want to celebrate with your friends and family?"
"Right now they are all driving me up the wall. I just wanted a simple wedding. Just you and me on the beach with our closest friends and family."
"You really want to elope? You don't want to wear the white dress, have your father walk you down the aisle?"
"…"
"Hey, whatever you want to do. I'll go pack a bag and we'll be there by nightfall. I just don't want to see you so stressed out over something that is supposed make you happy."
"You would really do that?"
"Yes. Don't you know Bella? I'd do anything for you, even if that means Elvis ends up marrying us. I just want you happy."
"…"
"Baby? Why are you crying?"
"Because you're just so damn perfect."
"Oh sweetie, we both know that is just not true. Now tell me what's really going on. This isn't about the wedding, isn't it? You've been in tears the past week now. Are you still not over that flu? You look flushed."
"No… it's not the flu."
"Then what is it, love?"
"I'm late…"
"Late for what?"
"No… I mean… I'm late."
"I still don't follow…"
"Jesus fucking Christ, it means I'm fucking pregnant!"
"…"
"Edward?"
"…"