Chapter 34

About an hour later, Jon was ambling inside, heading straight for the fridge and the water. That had been a great ride, a great workout, and he stood there chugging the water. He glanced to his right, let out what may have been a startled squeal and water shot out of the bottle to the ceiling. "What the fuck, Del?!" She had NOT been there a second ago!

Delilah was a lot calmer after taking a cold shower, the whiskey doing absolutely nothing to settle her nerves. Nothing would help that right now. All she wanted was the truth and she hoped Jon gave it to her. She wasn't holding the past against him, she meant that when she said it, so she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. He had ONE CHANCE to explain this or else she would leave and never look back, no matter how much she loved him.

"This came in the mail today," She handed the documents to him, trying like hell not to let fresh tears sting her eyes and watched his own widen. "That night in Vegas…we apparently got married. We've been married this whole time…" Delilah was going to lose it, already feeling the emotions welling up inside of her. "Did you know about this? Because my memory is blank besides the flashbacks of sex we had."

GODDAMN IT! Jon had been hoping she wouldn't get the mail before him. It was always touch and go on what time it arrived. He just stared down at that paper, his entire face blank as he read and reread it, confusion building in his eyes before he finally looked at her. He gave her a lopsided, mildly puzzled grin. "Darlin', if this is a joke…" He trailed off at her firm headshake to the negative on that, frowning and took it from her, reading it properly. It even said the TIME they got married and he blinked, that was just insane. He could act with the best of them. "Delilah…I'm honestly surprised we made it back here alive…" Because he was a terrible designated driver. "I…" He looked from the paper to her and back again, his frown deepening. "I remember kissing you on the Strip and we were talking…a bit about coming home and then when we got here…" He'd never forget that part of their night, ever.

Why would she joke about something this serious? She wasn't the type of person to do that! Too strait-laced with a stick up her backside – HELLO! "We were outside of a chapel, I remember that. I remember you kissing me, telling me you wanted all of me, and said I'd do anything for you…and that's it. That's all I remember from the Strip. I've had flashbacks of us sleeping together from that night too and I've tried jogging my memory to remember that night, but I can't. I fucking hate Long Island Iced Teas…" Never again, she would never touch one of them again as long as she lived! Married…she was a married woman and frowned, not sure how to feel about that. Did that make her Delilah Good instead of Delilah Johnston now? "We need to figure out what to do about this, Jon. An annulment is out of the question because we consummated, right? So, we'd have to go for a full-blown divorce…" Christ, that would cost an arm and leg too!

She had LOVED those Long Island Iced Teas, sucking them down like they were Gatorades, against his advice. Jon HAD warned her…but he had also enjoyed seeing her without the stick in her backside, the anxiousness, that had been a whole new experience. It was just a shame that the only time she truly let her hair down and all her reservations go was when she was blackout drunk.

"I have no idea how it works, doll." Jon informed her, using a towel to clean the water off the floor from where he had spilled it before walking around to stare down at her. "Is this all that came in?" At her nod, he frowned. "So, if anything was changed, that shit isn't here yet?" And she would probably need the new ID and social security card to do anything. "Or maybe I changed my last name…Jon Johnston, fuck all, I hope not!" Playing the part to a T, I should get an Oscar for this performance!

"You and me both. I don't see you doing something like that, drunk or otherwise." Jon had too much pride to take the last name of a woman. "I have a feeling I'm…Delilah Good now." She was thinking along the same lines as him, changing her information to match the marriage or else a divorce would not be able to happen. Why did the thought of divorcing Jon leave her chest feeling tight? Did she want to be married to him? "I don't know what the fuck I was thinking letting something like this happen…" Wiping a few stray tears away from her cheeks, Delilah felt drained and walked over to stare out the window, wrapping her arms around herself. How did a person get married and not remember anything about it? "What should we do about this, Jon?"

"I don't know, Del," Jon had moved to the upstairs bar since he had one downstairs in his basement. This little bar held basics and he made himself a Jack, neat, on ice, filling that tumbler to the brim. "Right now, I'm a bit…shocked, I guess, that we did that. I know we were pretty lit…" Beyond lit, actually, and he made a face, hearing her 'anything' in his head again before taking a long swallow, gritting his teeth as the whiskey washed over his tongue. "I love you, Delilah." He stated simply because it was the truth and all he could say. "If you really want to find a way to end this, we can, but…I'm gonna wind up proposing to you anyway if things keep on the way they are." So really, no point in divorcing.

"Really?" Her heart rate accelerated at his firm nod while he nursed that drink and chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully.

Two months…they'd only been together for two months! They weren't even together when they got married either! But the way he said he loved her and admitting he had marriage on the brain…did she really want to divorce the man she loved? They had skipped several steps by going to a chapel in Vegas, but maybe it was for the best. She had already told him she was getting rid of her apartment in Cincinnati too, wanting to build a life with him here. Building a life included marriage and starting a family…whenever that time came. No way was she ready for babies, not when her career was on fire. Jon was right…again. Why would they get divorced, only to turn around 'when the time was right' to get married again? Delilah Good…that sent a wave of warmth through her and she looked down at her left hand, knowing they'd have to get rings since neither had one.

Moving away from the window, she walked up to him and slid her hands up his still slightly damp chest from the Vegas hot sun. "So, you want to be married to me then? You want me to be Mrs. Jonathan David Good? Or maybe you're right, maybe you're Jonathan David Johnston." That made her giggle and Jon groan, her brown eyes twinkling up at him. "I do admit, Delilah Anne Good has a nice ring to it." Delilah took his drink, sipping from it, and set it on the counter before gaining his undivided attention. "I love you too."

So, Jon was a pretty big scumbag. He had known for a while he wanted Delilah; he had also known he had feelings for her, which had been more than enough to get him to do what he had done. He was NOT insane enough to think he was about to knock her up, not when they both had launched their careers in AEW and all that. No, a baby would screw her life up because wrestling was her life, and he was too crazy, too wild, and way too selfish to have a baby. Unless he thought he needed it to convince her to stay with him or something, then he couldn't vouch for what he'd do. Jon was a bit…odd, after all.

"Should I take you ring shopping, darlin'?" He asked, no idea he had sort of read her mind.

"You need a ring too, you know, but…" Delilah was thinking about being in the ring, knowing she couldn't very well wear it while she wrestled. Hell, jewelry in general could easily be lost. When they were home relaxing from the road, that was one thing, but while on the road, wearing rings was just asking for trouble. "Actually, I have a better idea." She took his left hand and brushed her lips against his ring finger, wondering if he'd be game to do what she had in mind. "We can get rings to wear when we're at home, but on the road, I don't think that's the best idea, so…why not get something more permanent? Would you be against getting matching ring tattoos with me?" They had a few days off, they could easy find a tattoo shop on the Strip and get it done before heading back on the road.

Just like that, Jon was even more in love with this woman. If he had to, he would knock her up just to keep her tied to him for the rest of her life. A tattoo…she had just given him a boner and he groaned, following her gaze down because she was kind of near his backside.

"On behalf of my dick, that's an awesome idea and we should go right now, or after a shower." Maybe a hand session before he couldn't use it anymore, thanks to that tattoo. He had, as weird as it probably sounded, never gotten a tattoo, at all. Jon knew that probably struck some people odd given who he was, but…he hadn't.

"A shower first, I know you need one and, as much as I want to join you, I'll look up tattoo parlors on the Strip and find the best-rated one." It would give Jon some time to mull this over in his head just in case he changed his mind and wanted to get a divorce. From the look in his electric blue eyes, the way they ignited at her tattoo suggestion…there was no way he'd do it. There was always that small chance, though. "Go on. If I join you, we're not leaving this house for the rest of the day and night. When we get back, we can have as much sex as you want, my husband." Wow, that felt weird and amazing calling him that for the first time and those eyes ignited once again, making her heart race. "I'll take Blue out to potty too. Now go get ready."

Jon practically raced to the shower, figuring he could dine, tattoo, and THEN wine her tonight, sort of relive their wedding night only he'd keep the Long Islands out of her grasp. At least until Delilah had knocked back some of her favorite bourbon. He made a mental note to pick that up since it was her favorite, though he knew she tolerated whiskey, which was very close to bourbon. Jon also took the moment to breathe, not believing he had just gotten away with what he'd done. He would need to get a few things out of the safe that only HE had a key to and get rid of it. Easy enough, he'd just have a bonfire and burn some things, it'd be fine. Those rings, those were gone too. He'd bury them in the desert or…he'd take them in his pocket and just drop them down a gutter in the city.

Lady luck was on Jon's side with this whole ordeal because, if Delilah ever found out the truth of the matter, it would crush her. She would've kicked the hell out of him and then…probably end up staying with him in the end. Love made people do stupid, crazy things, like getting drunk and married on a whim. Only a lunatic would pull the stunt he did, all to keep a woman with him he was interested in and now loved. The problem was that Delilah had loved Jon from childhood, hid her feelings for him well, and now that they were together, married, she was completely in love with him. She was in love with a man who had manipulated and coerced her into what he wanted in a drunken state. And she had no idea that by not only accepting this marriage, but also offering to get matching ring tattoos, the possession within him had exploded and expanded into new territory and rose to greater heights.

Now that Delilah had a moment to herself, she started thinking about how they were going to tell everyone. Sami was going to be absolutely livid when he found out they had eloped in Vegas while they were both drunk out of their minds. Britt knew, but the woman wasn't very judgmental and supported Delilah, no matter how insane she had become since Jon entered her life. Delilah changed into a silver halter top that exposed her bare back, along with a pair of black jean shorts and black sandals. It was scorching in Vegas and she had picked out the best tattoo parlor the Strip had to offer, making an appointment for them two hours from now. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head and she added large silver hoop earrings, along with doing her makeup. Nothing over the top, just foundation, black liner, gloss, mascara, and a hint of blush. Jon stepped out of the shower just as she finished applying more gloss, smiling at him through the reflection in the mirror of her vanity. He'd gotten it for her since she had to leave the one she had in Cincinnati behind and loved it.

"Damn, I guess I know to dress up a bit." He chuckled, reaching for a towel to begin drying himself off as he watched her do her makeup.

Tempted to mess it all up, that would delay the tattooing and he desperately wanted a wedding ring tattoo on her finger, and his, of course. Jon slipped into their bedroom, rifling until he found a pair of decent-looking blue jean shorts and a white beater. He had been planning on workout shorts, probably not a good idea since she looked fantastic. Slipping on a bit of jewelry, he hunted for a light gray, short-sleeved dressy type of shirt, shrugging it on and smiling when she came in, whistling at the entirely finished product.

"Looking good, Mrs. Moxley."

Her cheeks flamed up at that and she supposed it worked, even though she wasn't married to his wrestling persona, only the man. "Don't you mean Mrs. Good?" He shrugged, busy finishing up buttoning up the shirt and Delilah devoured him visually, walking up to slide her hands up his shirt-covered chest until they rested on his broad shoulders. "You don't clean up so bad yourself, Mr. Good." Her back was completely exposed besides the strip of material around her waist, so she had no bra on. The halter top had a built-in one, so there was no need and it hugged her like a second skin. "That's going to take some getting used to." Being referred to as his wife that is.

Leaning up, she wrapped her arms around his neck to softly kiss him, moaning as Jon deepened it instantly. They both stood there for a good ten minutes in their bedroom, both lost and consumed with each other, simply sharing a searing, hot kiss. Everyone called him Mox or Moxley, rarely did anyone except her actually used his birth name and, at this point in his life, he was pretty sure he wouldn't even answer to it. He was just that used to hearing Mox and Moxley. Blue barking at them had him breaking the kiss with a grin, glancing at his buddy.

"Saved from mussing you up by the dog…" Jon rumbled, running his thumb along her bottom lip carefully, wiping away the bits he may have smudged. "Blue, you're a cockblock."

Blue just yipped, wagged his tail, and took off.

"Let's go, Mrs. Moxley." Jon couldn't help himself, lacing his fingers through hers and led the way out of their bedroom. "Might as well get used to it now, babe, because once people learn about this, that's what they're gonna call you." Or stupid, Sami might call her stupid. Sami was his brother-in-law and Jon inwardly giggled, knowing Sami was going to try to kill him for real now.

Oh, and his buddy Omega, couldn't forget him. Now that Fucksicle would know Delilah was REALLY off-limits.