Chapter two
hundred and one:
Jenna had
somehow managed to convince Luke to stay. Although she wanted more than
anything to get out of the uncomfortable strapless gown, when she was with
Luke, it didn’t bother her nearly as much.
Luke flopped
down on the sofa in the guest bedroom with a heavy sigh. He had loosened his
tie considerably and untucked his dress shirt. Jen
watched him with a smile, quickly detangling her hair from it’s
elegant updo and dropping the bobby pins in the trash
can.
Luke laughed. “What?”
“Are you tired?”
She asked, using both hands to shake loose her long brown hair. It now hung in
loose ringlets and waves around her shoulders.
“Yeah, I’m
exhausted. You know Christy’s step-brother thought I was one of the Backstreet
Boys. I kept correcting him but he was a little-“
“Hammered?” Jen
supplied.
Luke laughed.
“Well, I was going to say ‘tipsy’ but your way is good too.”
“Hammered is a
much more accurate term. I’m pretty sure I caught him pissing behind Mrs.
Hanson’s rose bush.”
Luke laughed
again.
“I guess you
can’t pick your family, right?”
“Exactly.” Jen yawned tiredly.
“Want me to get
out of here and let you get some sleep?”
“No, it’s okay.”
She climbed over the arm of the sofa where his feet were rested and climbed up
his legs.
“What are you
doing?” He asked with a soft chuckle.
“Nothing, she
responded quickly, and easily squeezed herself between Luke’s body and the back
of the sofa. She tucked her head beneath his chin, listening to the steady
thump of his heart in his chest.
Luke put his
arms around her. He knew he shouldn’t stay, and if he got comfortable, he would
probably end up spending the whole night. But holding Jen comfortably in his
arms; he didn’t care.
She nestled in
to his body and seemed to fit perfectly, her arm draped over his torso, and her
elaborate skirts draped over his legs.
Luke smiled.
Jenna drew in a
deep breath and exhaled slowly and comfortably.
He couldn’t move
her now.
He might as well
stay.
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Christy was
sitting at the window seat on the plane as Isaac tucked his backpack into the
overhead compartment.
“So are you
going to tell me where we’re going on this surprise honeymoon?”
Isaac grinned.
“Sure, I guess I might as well tell you.”
He sat down next
to her and took her hand in his. “Well, I booked us a private cabin on a
private side of a tropical island.”
Christy beamed. “Which one?”
“
“Honey!” She threw her arms around him. “It’s
going to be perfect!”
“I know. I hope
so. It was highly recommended.”
“I can’t wait,
Mr. Hanson.” She bit her lower lip.
“Me
either, Mrs. Hanson.”
Christy smiled
and glanced down at her lap. Her left hand was folded on her thighs, proudly
displaying her wedding band and engagement ring on the same finger.
“What’s wrong?” Isaac asked, with noticeable
concern in his voice. He reached out with his free hand and tilted her chin up.
“I think when we
get there; we should maybe… see a doctor. I need to know for sure. I mean,
peeing on a stick can only be so reliable, right?”
Isaac smiled. “I
know. I was going to suggest that too. I’d like to know too. But I really,
really hope you are. I’ve always wanted to start a family.”
Christy smiled.
“I never really thought about it, until I met you. Now…
I want to. I suddenly want to have all kinds of babies.” She laughed. “It’s
weird.”
Isaac released
her hand and moved his hand to her stomach, which of course was still flat.
Christy folded
both of her hands over his.
“Why don’t you
try and sleep? It’s a long flight. And you’re probably tired. We didn’t get
much sleep.”