Bridget sat up on the bed more alert. She looked at Deacon with startled eyes. "Vegas?" She said blankly.
"You heard me." Deacon said he began to dress.
"Deacon..." Bridget stammered in total surprise. "I thought...but you said that...."
"I changed my mind." He replied buttoning up his shirt.
Bridget got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around her. She walked over to Deacon. "What's going on? What happened? Why have you changed your mind all of a sudden? I thought you said you wanted me to have my dream wedding and not some quick ceremony in Vegas."
Deacon sighed. He didn't want to tell Bridget about her father's phone call. It would just upset her more.
"I love you." He replied putting his hands on the side of her face. "I want to marry you. Now."
"Deacon." said Bridget removing his hands. "What are you not telling me?"
"Nothing." lied Deacon. "I just think you are probably right. We should just go and get married ourselves. Your family is never going to be happy about it so it doesn't matter."
Bridget looked at him skeptical.
"Don't you want to be my wife?" asked Deacon running his fingers through her hair and kissing her lips.
"Of course I do." replied Bridget.
"Then let's go. Let's go get married. Right now." He kissed her again and then went to pack up his clothes.
"Deacon wait.." said Bridget. "We can't do this."
"Why not?" He asked turning his head towards her. "It was your idea. You wanted to.."
"I know I did. But you were right. This is not what I want. I don't want to get married in some chapel in Vegas. I want a real wedding. With my family. My father walking me down the aisle. A beautiful long white gown..."
"You really think that's going to happen?" frowned Deacon. "You think your father is going to do that? You said yourself he's not going to change his mind about me."
"That's true but maybe Alex is right. This is just a shock to him. He needs time to absorb this. I know I said he'll probably do whatever it takes to push me to Jason but I was just angry. He wouldn't do that. I know he wouldn't. He would want me to be happy. Deacon, I'm sure that he will come around."
"You really believe that? You believe all of a sudden he's just going to welcome me into your family? Just like that?"
"He will. Just give him some time." Bridget said touching his arm.
Deacon looked at Bridget's crystal blue eyes. Filled with such innocence. She truly believed that everything would work out. Everything was not going to work out. As long as he was not married to Bridget, Eric Forrester was going to do whatever it took to take Bridget away from him. If he married her, Eric couldn't do a damn thing. Bridget would never allow her father to rip apart her family. "Bridget I love you. And I want you to have everything in the world. I want our son to have everything in the world. I don't want anything to take it away. Please baby, say you'll marry me. Tonight."
"Honey what are you afraid of? You think I'm going to leave you for Jason? Is that it?"
"No baby I know you aren't going to...I just want us to be left alone. I don't want anyone getting in the way. You shouldn't have to deal with your family sneering and talking about me behind your back. About how horrible I am and how you could do so much better, which is probably true anyway..."
"No it's not." Bridget said forcefully. "It's not true. I love YOU and I think you are the best thing that ever came into my life. I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks. You make me happy and that's all that matters to me. Whatever anyone in my family thinks of us or of you is of no consequence to me."
"I love you too baby. More than anything. All I want is for us to be together. I want you to be my wife. I want to spend my life with you. I've never loved anyone like this before and I never will. Please baby just do this for me. Say you'll go to Vegas with me. Say you'll marry me."
Bridget wanted to say no and that they should wait to have a real wedding but she didn't want to hurt him.
There was something in his eyes. Something that he wasn't telling her. Bridget didn't know what it was but she was certain that he didn't want her to know. He wasn't going to let her in on it. Probably was trying to protect her. "Okay." Bridget said finally. "I'll marry you."
Deacon breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you." He said kissing her forehead and squeezing her tight. "I love you."
Bridget nodded and said nothing. She didn't know why she agreed to this but it was too late now. She couldn't take it back.
Deacon went back to his packing. Bridget stood there in silence wondering what she had done.
The wedding chapel was empty as Bridget walked in with Deacon. She was wearing a lovely white dress with a plunging neckline. Deacon gently touched the bare skin of her back. "You okay Bridget?" He asked of her. She nodded and forced a smile. "I'll be right back." He said as he kissed her. He walked over to where there was a woman sitting at a small desk.
Bridget sat down on a light orange couch. What the hell was she doing? She couldn't do this! She can't marry Deacon like this! This was crazy! Maybe she should talk to him, make him see.
"Baby." Deacon said walking back over to her. "You need to sign this." He said handing her a clip board and a pen.
Bridget took the items in her hand. She stared at the piece of paper. The pen shaking in her hand. She looked up at Deacon who was smiling at her. God she loved him. A sense of peace came over her and her hand stop shaking. She signed the paper and handed it back to Deacon.
He tickled her chin and Bridget giggled pushing his hand away. "I thought I told you to stop tickling me." She grinned.
"I don't listen." He said tickling her again before walking back over to the woman at the desk.
"Hey you two!" said a familiar voice.
Bridget turned and smiled. Daisy and Brett. "You guys!" She said getting up from the couch. "Oh I'm so glad you are here." She said hugging them both.
"Wouldn't miss it." smiled Daisy.
Bridget was feeling so much better about this. She felt as if she belonged there.
"You look great Bridget." said Brett kissing her cheek.
"Thank you." She smiled.
"Now do you have something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue?" asked Daisy.
"Well...I didn't think..."
"Not to worry." Daisy handed her a silver anklet. "I was going to give you this as your present anyway, Here you go."
Bridget looked at the piece of jewelry. "It's gorgeous." She said. "Thank you."
"And for something old..." She produced an antique clip in which she fastened into Bridget's hair. "It was my grandmother's....And for borrowed....Here...Daisy said taking a bracelet off her wrist.."
"Thanks Daisy." said Bridget.
"That's everything but the blue." said Brett.
"She's got that taken care of." remarked Deacon walking back over. "She's got the most beautiful blue eyes in the world." He said kissing her. "You ready baby?" Deacon asked of Bridget.
"Yes I am."
"You got the rings?" Deacon asked Brett.
"Right here." Brett said patting his jacket pocket.
"Okay let's do this." Deacon said leading Bridget into the chapel.