In Your Arms

Chap. 65: I Do

(Picture of Mr. & Mrs. Chris Eaton above)
*Katie's POV*

        Chris takes out my gorgeous engagement ring and a silver wedding band  out of is blazer pocket. When did he have the time to pick THAT up? He hands me the silver wedding band.
        "Do you, Katie Isabella Morgan, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, whether rich or poor, in sickness and in health?" The court official says tiredly, eyeing my cleavage, "For as long as you both shall live?"
         I smile up at Chris, who holds my hand tightly in his. "I do."
         I slip the silver wedding band on Chris's finger. Chris beams down at me, his lips a small smile. He mouths the words "I love you" to me. I bite my lip, blushing as I look down at my sandals. I wore the white dress Chris got me from New York so long ago, my tummy sticks out a bit. He wore a dark grey suit with thin silver stripes and a paisley tie. He's so sexy in his suit.
           "The rings?" The man starts to yawn, "Or did you not come prepared?"
         
and takes my left hand.
          "Repeat after me—"
         Chris stares me deep in the eyes, "With this ring, I take Katie Isabella Morgan, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, whether rich or poor, in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live. And with this vow, I do."
          Tears streak down my face as Chris slips my wedding ring on my finger. He brushes the hair out of my face and pulls the loose strands behind my ear. The court marshall rolls his eyes at us tiredly.
           "With the power invested in me by the court of law and state of California, I now pronounce you man and wife." Chris's lips smash into mine, "Well, I guess there's no need to say that last part. I'll go fill out your paperwork and marriage license now so we can all go home."
           Chris continues to kiss me, deepening our kiss, his hands on my bare back and butt. Suddenly, the world has faded to darkness and all I know is how Chris taste and how I feel in his arms. And our one heartbeat.

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          My hand is tight in Chris's, our hearts are beating fast. Chris and I mini jog to the hotel room. Chris's mother heard about what we were doing by Scott, Andrew's boyfriend, and she apparently went berserk! Andrew and Balsey were witnesses at the courthouse to our marriage ceremony. Balsey was drunk, of course, but he held out pretty well until the end wen we got our paperwork done. Chris suggested spending our wedding night in a hotel, the way it would have been anyways if we had waited and had an actual wedding. Chris quickly puts the card in for our room and when the light turns green, he quickly opens the door. We hurriedly walk in, smiling like idiots.
         "I can't believe I'm married!" Chris says excitedly, putting his hands on my belly. "And to the most beautiful woman God could have ever sent me."
          I stand on my tippy toes and smash my already smeared red lips into his. He backs up into the wall, his hands on my body. He lightly moans into the kiss.
           "Before we do anything else, can my wife do me a favor?" Chris chuckles when he calls me his wife.
           "What is it, Baby?" I say softly.
           Chris brushes the glossy hair out of my face, his thumb tracing my jawline carefully. He stares deep into my eyes, full of love and twinkling stars.
             "Can she dance with me?" Chris says warmly, holding my body close to his.
              I bite my lip happily. "She can."
             Chris walks over to the alarm clock/radio on the nightstand. He flips through the radio station until he gets to an old timey song. He stands and walks over to me. I immediately wrap my arms around his body, pressing my cheek to his chest. He kisses the top of my head as we begin to sway to the old timey slow song. I can hear Chris's heartbeat through his blazer, dress shirt, and undershirt. He kisses the top of my head, holding my head close to his chest. His other hand is on my bare back, mischievously inching down to my bottom every 10 to 12 minutes. I actually don't keep count. I just focus on my husbands warmth and strong arms. At he happiness I feel being in his arms.

I know I kinda messed the wedding vows up but hey, they're getting married at 10: 30 at night and the court marshal is marrying them and being a jerk/pervert. It's still romantic because of their love towards each other! Also, I will be a bit preoccupied now because I have started college BUT I will continue to write on my days off or when I get time. Hope you enjoyed my chapter!