I recognized it only because his eyes mirrored what I was feeling.
“Vegas?” I asked.
His brow furrowed, unsure of where I was headed. “Yeah?”
“Have you thought about going back?”
His eyebrows shot up. “I don’t think that’s a good idea for me.”
“What if we just went for a night?”
He looked around the dark room, confused. “A night?”
“Marry me,” I said without hesitation. I was surprised at how quickly and easily the words came.
His mouth spread into a broad smile. “When?”
I shrugged. “We can book a flight tomorrow. It’s spring break. I don’t have anything going on tomorrow, do you?”
“I’m callin’ your bluff,” he said, reaching for his phone. “American Airlines,” he said, watching my reaction closely as he was connected. “I need two tickets to Vegas, please. Tomorrow. Hmmmm …” he looked at me, waiting for me to change my mind. “Two days, round trip. Whatever you have.”
I rested my chin on his chest, waiting for him to book the tickets. The longer I let him stay on the phone, the wider his smile became.
“Yeah … uh, hold on a minute,” he said, pointing to his wallet. “Grab my card, would ya, Pidge?” He waited again for my reaction. I happily leaned over, pulled his credit card from his wallet, and handed it to him.
Travis called out the numbers to the agent, glancing up at me after each set. When he gave the expiration date and saw my lack of protesting, he pressed his lips together. “Er, yes, ma’am. We’ll just pick them up at the desk. Thank you.”
He handed me his phone and I sat it on the night table, waiting for him to speak.
“You just asked me to marry you,” he said, still waiting for me to admit some kind of trickery.
“I know.”
“That was the real deal, you know. I just booked two tickets to Vegas for noon tomorrow. So that means we’re getting married tomorrow night.”
“Thank you.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re going to be Mrs. Maddox when you start classes on Monday.”
“Oh,” I said, looking around.
Travis raised an eyebrow. “Second thoughts?”
“I’m going to have some serious paperwork to change next week.”
He nodded slowly, cautiously hopeful. “You’re going to marry me tomorrow?”
I smiled. “Uh-huh.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yep.”
“I fucking love you!” He grabbed each side of my face, slamming his lips against mine. “I love you so much, Pigeon,” he said, kissing me over and over.
“Just remember that in fifty years when I’m still kicking your ass in poker,” I giggled.
He smiled, triumphant. “If it means sixty or seventy years with you, baby … you have my full permission to do your worst.”
I raised one eyebrow. “You’re gonna regret that.”
“I bet I won’t.”
I smiled with as much deviance as I could muster. “Are you confident enough to bet that shiny bike outside?”
He shook his head, a serious expression replacing the teasing smile he had just seconds before. “I’ll put in everything I have. I don’t regret a single second with you, Pidge, and I never will.”
I held out my hand and he took it without hesitation, shaking it once and then bringing it to his mouth, pressing his lips tenderly against my knuckles. The room was quiet, his lips leaving my skin and the air escaping his lungs the only sound.
“Abby Maddox … ,” he said, his smile beaming in the moonlight.
I pressed my cheek against his bare chest. “Travis and Abby Maddox. Has a nice ring to it.”
“Ring?” he said, frowning.
“We’ll worry about rings later. I sort of sprung this on you.”
“Uh …” he trailed off, watching me for the reaction he expected.
“What?” I asked, feeling myself tense.
“Don’t freak out,” he said as he shifted nervously. His grip around me tightened. “I kind of … already took care of that part.”
“What part?” I said, my head craning to see his face.
He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. “You’re going to freak out.”
“Travis …”
I frowned as he pulled one arm away from me, reaching for the drawer of his nightstand. He felt around for a moment.
I blew my damp bangs from my eyes. “What? You bought condoms?”
He laughed once. “No, Pidge.” His eyebrows pulled together as he made more of an effort, reaching farther into the drawer. Once he found what he was looking for, his focus changed, and he watched me as he pulled a small box from its hiding place.
I looked down as he placed the small velvet square on his chest, reaching behind him to rest his head on his arm.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“What does it look like?”
“Okay. Let me rephrase the question: When did you get that?”
Travis inhaled, and as he did, the box rose with his chest and fell when he pushed the air from his lungs. “A while ago.”
“Trav …”
“I just happened to see it one day, and I knew there was only one place it could belong … on your perfect little finger.”
“One day when?”
“Does it matter?” he rebutted. He squirmed a bit, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Can I see it?” I smiled, suddenly feeling a bit giddy.
His smile matched mine, and he looked to the box. “Open it.”
I touched it with one finger, feeling the lush velvet under my fingertip. I grasped the golden seal with both hands, slowly pulling the lid open. A glimmer caught my eye and I slammed the lid shut.
“Travis!” I wailed.
“I knew you’d freak out!” he said, sitting up and cupping his hands over mine.
I could feel the box pressing against both of my palms, feeling like a prickly grenade that could detonate at any moment. I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Are you insane?”
“I know. I know what you’re thinking, but I had to. It was the One. And I was right! I haven’t seen one since that was as perfect as this one!”
My eyes popped open and instead of the anxious pair of brown eyes I expected, he was beaming with pride. He gently peeled my hands from the case and pulled the lid open, pulling the ring from the tiny slit that held it in place. The large, round diamond glittered even in the dim light, catching the moonlight in every facet.
“It’s … .my God, it’s amazing,” I whispered as he took my left hand in his.
“Can I put it on your finger?” he asked, peering up at me. When I nodded, he pressed his lips together, sliding the silver band over my knuckle, holding it in place for a moment before letting go. “Now it’s amazing.”
We both stared at my hand for a moment, equally shocked at the contrast of the large diamond sitting atop my small, slender finger. The band spanned the bottom of my finger, splitting in two on each side as it reached the solitaire, smaller diamonds lining each sliver of white gold.
“You could have put a down payment on a car for this,” I said under my breath, unable to put any strength behind my voice.
My eyes followed my hand as Travis brought it up to his lips. “I’ve imagined what this would look like on your hand a million times. Now that it’s there …”
“What?” I smiled, watching him stare at my hand with an emotional grin.
He looked up at me. “I thought I was going to have to sweat five years before I’d feel like this.”
“I wanted it as much as you did. I’ve just got a hell of a poker face,” I said, pressing my lips against his.
Epilogue
Travis squeezed my hand as I held my breath. I tried to keep my face smooth, but when I cringed, his grip became tighter. The white ceiling was tarnished in some places by leak stains. Other than that, the room was immaculate. No clutter, no utensi
ls strewn about. Everything had its place, which made me feel moderately at ease about the situation. I had made the decision. I would go through with it.
“Baby …” Travis said, frowning.
“I can do this,” I said, staring at spots in the ceiling. I jumped when fingertips touched my skin, but I tried not to tense. I could see the worry in Travis’s eyes when the buzzing began.
“Pigeon,” Travis began again, but I shook my head dismissively.
“All right. I’m ready.” I held the phone away from my ear, wincing from both the pain and the inevitable lecture.
“I’m going to kill you, Abby Abernathy!” America cried. “Kill you!”
“Technically, it’s Abby Maddox, now,” I said, smiling at my new husband.
“It’s not fair!” she whined, the anger subsiding from her tone. “I was supposed to be your maid of honor! I was supposed to go dress shopping with you and throw a bachelorette party and hold your bouquet!”
“I know,” I said, watching Travis’s smile fade as I winced again.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he said, his eyebrows pulling together.
I squeezed his fingers together with my free hand. “I know.”
“You said that already!” America snapped.
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Oh, you’re talking to me,” she fumed. “You are sooo talking to me. You are never going to hear the end of this, do you hear me? I will never, ever forgive you!”
“Yes you will.”
“You! You’re a … ! You’re just plain mean, Abby! You’re a horrible best friend!”
I laughed, causing the man seated beside me to jerk. “Hold still, Mrs. Maddox.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Who was that?” America snapped.
“That was Griffin.”
“Who the hell is Griffin? Let me guess, you invited a total stranger to your wedding and not your best friend?” Her voice became shriller with each question.
“No. He didn’t go to the wedding,” I said, sucking in a breath of air.
Travis sighed and shifted nervously in his chair, squeezing my hand.
“I’m supposed to do that to you, remember?” I said, smiling up at him through the pain.
“Sorry. I don’t think I can take this,” he said, his voice thick with distress. He relaxed his hand, looking to Griffin.
“Hurry up, would ya?”
Griffin shook his head. “Covered in tats and can’t take your girlfriend getting a simple script. I’ll be finished in a minute, Mate.”
Travis’s frown deepened. “Wife. She’s my wife.”
America gasped once the conversation processed in her mind. “You’re getting a tattoo? What is going on with you, Abby? Did you breathe toxic fumes in that fire?”
I looked down at my stomach, to the smeared black mess just to the inside of my hipbone and smiled. “Trav has my name on his wrist.” I sucked in another breath when the buzzing continued. Griffin wiped ink from my skin and began again. I spoke through my teeth, “We’re married. I wanted something, too.”
Travis shook his head. “You didn’t have to.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t start with me. We discussed this.”
America laughed once. “You’ve gone crazy. I’m admitting you to the asylum when you get home.” Her voice was still piercing and exasperated.
“It’s not that crazy. We love each other. We have been practically living together on and off all year. Why not?”
“Because you’re nineteen, you idiot! Because you ran off and didn’t tell anyone, and because I’m not there!” she cried.
“I’m sorry, Mare, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“I don’t know if I want to see you tomorrow! I don’t think I want to see Travis ever again!” she sneered.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mare. You know you want to see my ring.”
“And your tat,” she said, a smile in her voice.
I clicked the phone shut, handing it to Travis. The buzzing resumed again, and my attention focused on the burning sensation followed by the sweet second of relief as he wiped the excess ink away. Travis shoved my phone in his pocket, gripping my hand with both of his, leaning down to touch his forehead to mine.
· · ·
“Did you freak out this much when you got your tattoos?” I asked him, smiling at the apprehensive expression on his face.
He shifted, seeming to feel my pain a thousand times more than I. “Uh … no. This is different. This is much, much worse.”
“Done!” Griffin said with as much relief in his voice as was on Travis’s face.
I let my head fall back against the chair. “Thank God!”
“Thank God!” Travis sighed, patting my hand.
I looked down at the beautiful black lines on my red and angry skin:
Mrs. Maddox
“Wow,” I said, rising up on my elbows to get a better look.
Travis’s frown instantly turned into a triumphant smile. “It’s beautiful.”
Griffin shook his head. “If I had a dollar for every inked up new husband that brought his wife in here and took it worse than she did … well. I wouldn’t have to tat anyone ever again.”
“Just tell me how much I owe, smartass,” Travis mumbled.
“I’ll have your bill at the counter,” Griffin said, amused with Travis’s retort.
I looked around the room at the shiny chrome and posters of sample tattoos on the wall and then back down to my stomach. My new last name shined in thick, elegant black letters. Travis watched me with pride, and then peered down at his titanium wedding band.
“We did it, baby,” he said in a hushed voice. “I still can’t believe you’re my wife.”
“Believe it,” I said, smiling.
He helped me from the chair and I favored my right side, conscious of every movement I made that cause my jeans to rub against my raw skin. Travis pulled out his wallet, signing the receipt quickly before leading me by the hand to the cab waiting outside. My cell phone rang again, and when I saw that it was America, I let it ring.
“She’s going to lay the guilt trip on thick, isn’t she?” Travis said with a frown.
“She’ll pout for twenty-four hours after she sees the pictures—then she’ll get over it.”
Travis shot me a mischievous grin. “Are you sure about that, Mrs. Maddox?”
“Are you ever going to stop calling me that? You’ve said it a hundred times since we left the chapel.”
He shook his head as he held the cab door open for me. “I’ll quit calling you that when it sinks in that this is real.”
“Oh, it’s real all right,” I said, sliding to the middle of the seat to make room. “I have wedding night memories to prove it.”
He leaned against me, running his nose up the sensitive skin of my neck until he reached my ear. “We sure do.”
“Ow … ” I said when he pressed against my bandage.
“Oh, dammit, I’m sorry, Pidge.”
“You’re forgiven,” I said with a smile.
We rode to the airport hand in hand, and I giggled as I watched Travis stare at his wedding band without apology. His eyes held the peaceful expression I was becoming accustomed to.
“When we get back to the apartment, I think it will finally hit me, and I’ll quit acting like such a jackass.”
“Promise?” I smiled.
He kissed my hand and then cradled it in his lap between his palms. “No.”
I laughed, resting my head on his shoulder until the cab slowed to a stop in front of the airport. My cell phone rang again, displaying America’s name once again.
“She’s relentless. Let me talk to her,” Travis said, reaching for my phone.
“Hello?” he said, waiting out the shrill stream on the other end of the line. He smiled. “Because I’m her husband. I can answer her phone now.” He glanced at me and then shoved open the cab door, offering his hand. “We??
?re at the airport, America. Why don’t you and Shep pick us up and you can yell at us both on the way home? Yes, the whole way home. We should arrive around three. All right, Mare. See you then.” He winced with her sharp words and then handed me the phone. “You weren’t kidding. She’s pissed.”
He tipped the cabby and then threw his bag over his shoulder, pulling up the handle to my rolling luggage. His tattooed arms tensed as he pulled my bag, his free hand reaching out to take mine.
“I can’t believe you gave her the green light to let us have it for an entire hour,” I said, following him through the revolving door.
“You don’t really think I’m going to let her yell at my wife, do you?”
“You’re getting pretty comfortable with that term.”
“I guess it’s time I admit it. I knew you were going to be my wife pretty much from the second I met you. I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t been waiting for the day I could say it … so I’m going to abuse the title. You should get used to it, now.” He said this all matter-of-factly, as if he were giving a practiced speech.
I laughed, squeezing his hand. “I don’t mind.”
He peered at me from the corner of his eye. “You don’t?” I shook my head and he pulled me to his side, kissing my cheek. “Good. You’re going to get sick of it over the next few months, but just cut me some slack, okay?”
I followed him through the hallways, up escalators, and lines of security. When Travis walked through the metal detector, a loud buzzer went off. When the airport guard asked Travis to remove his ring, his face turned severe.
“I’ll hold onto it, sir,” the officer said. “It will only be for a moment.”
“I promised her I’d never take it off,” Travis said through his teeth.
The officer held out his palm; patience and amused understanding wrinkled the thin skin around his eyes.
Travis begrudgingly removed his ring, slammed it into the guard’s hand, and then sighed when he walked through the doorway. He didn’t set off the alarm, but he was still annoyed. I walked through without event, handing over my ring as well. Travis’s expression was still tense, but when we were allowed to pass, his shoulders relaxed.