"Not so fast." a voice said.
Bridget turned and was stunned to see Brooke standing there along with Alex. "Mom? What...what are you doing here? How did know...."
"Well when I went to make the arrangements for you and Deacon to take the Forrester Jet to St. Thomas I found out that it had already been used to fly out to Vegas."
"Oh." said Bridget.
"Honey I need to talk to you." said Brooke.
Bridget looked at Deacon. She didn't care what her mom was going to say. She still planned on marrying him. She placed a reassuring kiss on his lips. "I love you." She said.
Brooke took her arm and lead her over to the other side of the chapel. "I'm not here to talk you out of marrying Deacon." started Brooke. "I just want to know if this is what you really want."
Bridget sighed. "I'll be honest. I wasn't sure at first. I thought maybe I was making a mistake and thought about backing out but..."
"But what?"
"When I looked at Deacon....I just knew it was right. And then when Brett and Daisy showed up....everything seemed so right. Like this is how it was meant to be..."
"Okay." said Brooke. "What about Jason?"
"You know I don't love him."
"I know that honey but HE doesn't know that. Bridget you need to talk to him first. You have to tell him about Deacon and the baby. He needs to know the truth, what your feelings are. Before you marry Deacon you have to set things straight with Jason."
"I suppose." said Bridget. "Mom I want to live here with Deacon."
"What?"
"I love it here. I do. With Deacon and Daisy and Brett. I feel like I belong here. I can get work at a hospital here. And Vegas isn't that far from L.A. I can still see you. You can come visit. I love you and everyone but." She turned and looked at Deacon. "My home is here. With Deacon. I know that now."
"Alright." said Brooke. "If that's what you want you know I'll support you. But honey please before you do anything...talk to Jason. It's important that you do. I know you don't want to hurt him but it's better you are honest with him. Trust me."
Bridget smiled. "You mean like with you and Ridge? When you told him that you loved Alex and were going to marry him?"
"Yes in a way. I had to let Ridge know that I really loved Alex. It wasn't easy but I did it. Yes Ridge was hurt but he dealt with it. He is very happy for me."
"Yeah but I know he still loves you Mom."
"Ridge and I will always share that special bond. Nothing and no one will ever break that. I know that. Ridge knows that and Alex knows that. But I am happily married to Alex. Knowing that I didn't hide anything from Ridge made it a lot easier on all of us. It will make it easier on you too. Honey please...talk to Jason. And after you do, I will throw you the the best wedding anyone has ever seen. I promise."
"Here in Vegas." said Bridget. "I still want to get married here. And have the reception at Deacon's club. With Brett's band."
"Then that's what you'll get." smiled Brooke. "And listen, I will talk to your father. I don't want you to worry about him."
"Mom you don't have to do that..."
"I want too. You have enough to deal with right now."
"Thanks Mom." Bridget hugged Brooke and then walked back over to Deacon.
"Everything okay baby?" He asked.
Bridget nodded. "Yes. Everything's fine."
"Good." He said kissing her hand. "Let's go get married..."
"No Deacon." said Bridget.
"What? I thought.."
"Honey..." Bridget said taking him aside. "I'm going to marry you. I am. But I have to do something first."
"What's that?"
"I have to talk to Jason. I have to tell him about you, us, the baby. I have to tell him that I'm not in love with him. That I think of him as a friend. I need to be honest with him. It's going to be hard but I need to do it."
"Can't you do that after we are married?" said a frustrated Deacon.
"No honey I can't do that. I have to tell him everything. I swear to you I am going to still marry you. Mom said she would throw us a great wedding, here in Vegas. And we can have the reception at your club, Brett's band can play. And then..." Bridget said moving closer to him. "Have our wedding night in your private suite.."
Deacon shook his head. "No. You deserve to have your wedding night in the honeymoon suite of a fancy hotel..."
"Your private suite is my honeymoon suite." said Bridget. "That's where we first made love. It's where I wan to spend my first night as your wife. We don't have to worry about anyone bothering us. No maids to come in and clean and disturb our lovemaking.." She whispered in his ear. "And I can walk around naked..."
Deacon groaned to himself. "I love you baby." He said kissing her.
"I love you too Deacon. And I want to tell you something else. I want to live here in Vegas."
"You do? When did you decided this?"
"When Daisy and Brett arrived. Everything just seemed right. I felt like this is where I belong. I can get work out here in a hospital or I can set up my own practice. I just want to be here with you. This feels like my home."
"Any place with you is home to me." said Deacon holding her tight. He then let go. "Okay. We don't have to get married tonight. You talk to Jason. Then as soon as you are done, you become my wife."
"I will." smiled Bridget. She then turned to Brooke. "Mom how long are those St. Thomas tickets good for?"
"Another two weeks." She replied.
"Okay." said Bridget turning back to Deacon. "I'll talk to Jason. And then next week...we get married here in Vegas after that...a romantic honeymoon in St. Thomas."
"Only if you promise to bring nothing but sexy bikinis to wear." He said softly in her ear.
Bridget giggled. "I promise to bring lots of them..."
"It's a deal then." He said.
Deacon turned to Daisy and Brett. "Well it looks like we aren't getting married tonight after all. But next week...it's official. We WILL be getting married. And then my beautiful bride and I are going to St. Thomas."
"Sounds wonderful." smiled Daisy.
"Brett." said Bridget. "Will you and your band play at our reception? We are having it at the club."
"You don't even have to ask." He replied. "I'd be honored. Daisy and I will sing a special song just for you."
"Thank you."
Alex walked over to Bridget and Deacon. "I think you both are crazy but I understand why you wanted to take off to Vegas and get married. Like Brooke, I'll do whatever I can to help you guys."
"Thank you Alex." Bridget said hugging her stepfather. "That means a lot to me."
Everyone left the chapel and Deacon drove Bridget back to his place. She headed back the bedroom and collapsed on the bed falling fast asleep. He watched her as she slept. He was disappointed they didn't go through with the ceremony. He wished Brooke and Alex never showed up however he did understand that Bridget did need to set things straight with Jason. Besides, they would be getting married next week. And Bridget wanted to move there with him. He was touched she felt that this was her home. He loved Vegas and never thought he would find anyone who felt the same way about it as he did. It was home. And knowing that Bridget felt it was home made it more special. Yawning, he went over to the bed and began to remove Bridget's dress. He unhooked the clasp and the front fell down revealing her bare breasts. He was very aroused. God did she have to be so fucking beautiful? He pulled her dress off and she laid there in her tiny white bikini underwear. He groaned. She was killing him! He carefully removed her underwear and lifted her up in his arms.
He pulled back the covers and placed her down onto the bed. Deacon thought he heard her stir...Damn..she was still asleep. Placing the covers back over her, he kissed the side of her head. He removed his clothes and got into bed beside her. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tight. "I love you." He whispered before drifting off to sleep.
It was 10 AM the next morning when Bridget awoke. She looked around and almost forgot where she was.
She noticed her dress was off and sitting on the chair adjacent to the bed. Sitting up, she smiled as Deacon came in carrying a breakfast tray. "Morning my beautiful bride." He said setting the tray down.
"Morning." She replied. "What happened to my clothes?" She asked.
"I like you better without them." Deacon replied kissing her.
"Mmmm..." She murmured as he kissed her. "Did you manage to keep your hands to yourself while you undressed me?"
"Yes." He said kissing her neck. "It wasn't easy. You really should come with a warning label...Will cause intense erections..."
Bridget giggled. "Deacon.." She blushed. She kissed him and sat back against the pillow. "Honey are you sorry we didn't get married last night?"
"A little." said Deacon honestly. "But I understand. I do. It's okay. I guess I can wait one more week to marry you."
Bridget picked up the toast buttered with strawberry jam. "I want you to know that even if Mom haven't found out and we got married, I wouldn't have been sorry."
"I know baby." said Deacon sitting down in front of her. "So when are you going to talk to Jason?"
"The sooner the better." replied Bridget. "I'm going to call Sherry and tell her I want to take my vacation time. Then tomorrow, I'll go back to L.A. and talk to Jason."
"Tomorrow?"
"Well yeah." Bridget said moving the tray. "I'm busy today."
"Doing what?" asked Deacon as he watched Bridget unbutton his shirt.
"Making love to you." She replied as she kissed him. They fell back on the bed and Deacon pulled Bridget on top of him, her breakfast tray forgotten.
An hour later, Bridget sat outside on the balcony of Deacon's apartment. She had called Sherry about her vacation time who was thrilled she was finally taking some. Bridget had also called Jason to tell him she had to talk to him. She had no idea what she was going to tell Jason. It wasn't going to be easy but she had no choice. She prayed he wouldn't be too upset. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt anyone but she couldn't help falling in love with Deacon. She wasn't sorry she did. And it was true that she would not have been sorry if she had gone though marrying him last night. Deacon came out the balcony. "What are you doing out here?"
"Just thinking." replied Bridget.
"I thought you said you were going to be making love to me all day." He said taking her hand and pulling her out of the chair she was sitting in. "You aren't going back on your word are you?"
"Of course not but can't a girl rest a minute?"
"No." He replied scooping her up in his arms. "You never let me rest. I'm not letting you..."
Bridget laughed as he brought her back into the bedroom and shut the door behind them.