Grant Rivers, secret agent for the CIA, then who was he? Grant Rivers: loyal husband, loving father, perhaps? Even though he loved the sound of that, he felt that he was losing a part of himself, a very important part, by leaving the agency.
You promised her you'd leave and get a normal job , a voice in the back of his mind chided. He sighed in resignation. Yes, he did.
A loud, ear piercing scream sounded throughout the house and tore at his heart. Without wasting a moment he rushed out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where Nikki was once consumed with terror as she slept.
****
Nikki groaned out her frustration as she tugged at the zipper of a dress identical to the one that had gotten destroyed when she'd been kidnapped. "It won't fit!"
Grant lowered his gaze, stifling a smirk.
Glaring at him in the mirror as he stood reclining against the wall of the dressing room she huffed. "Can you help me get this on?"
"With all due respect honey, maybe you should try a larger size."
A larger size! A growl rose up in the back of her throat. Yes, she was pregnant and she knew that with pregnancy came weight gain, but she'd been hoping that the weight would stay off long enough to walk down the aisle!
Was he grinning? Yes, the dirty bugger was grinning. Spinning around she wagged her finger at him. "I will not wear a larger size."
His grin widened and he stopped pretending to conceal it. "You're pregnant. What did you expect? And frankly, in a month's time you're going to be bigger, so you might want to aim for two sizes larger."
"You're being such an ass!" she huffed and turned back to regard herself in the three way mirror. She released the dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in her white satin bra and matching panties. She ran her hand over her belly which was beginning to grow. It was a slight lump now, but by the time they were married she'd be showing. Albeit only slightly, but she would be.
Pushing off the wall, Grant strolled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him and placing a tender kiss on her bare shoulder. "You look beautiful now and you'll look even more beautiful at the wedding."
Nikki sighed. She was sick of the planning and the fuss and the waiting. "I wish we could just run off and get married." A tear formed at the corner of her eye, she sniffed and wiped it away with the back of her hand. "It's been such a nightmare. It feels like it'll never happen. It's just-"
Grant's head jerked up and his grey eyes caught her blue ones in the mirror. She could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he considered something. She waited impatiently for him to let her in on his thoughts.
"Then let's do it!" A wide smile touched his lips and his eyes gleamed with an excitement she hadn't seen since she'd agreed to marry him.
Nikki frowned "Let's do what? We are. In a month."
Grant shook his head. "No, now."
"Like today?"
He chuckled and rolled his eyes at her in the mirror. "I mean in a few days. Let's say fuck it all. Let's get you a dress now, then hop on a plane in the morning and get married."
Excitement welled up within her at the idea of simply running away and getting married on some hilltop at dusk, or maybe something as tacky as an officiating Elvis impersonator in Vegas. No fussing. No expectations. No whispering about him being her uncle and how odd it was. They may not technically be blood relations, but people still talked. It would be just the two of them. The wedding was more for the benefit of family and friends than either of them anyhow. After everything they'd dealt with lately, why shouldn't they?
"Where would we go?" she turned in his arms to face him, taking care not to trip on the dress at her feet.
"Anywhere. London. Vegas. Paris. Cancún - I don't care. You choose."
Nikki's jaw dropped. "I have no idea."
"We can pack some bags when we get home and grab the first flight anywhere exciting that has availability."
"This is
You promised her you'd leave and get a normal job , a voice in the back of his mind chided. He sighed in resignation. Yes, he did.
A loud, ear piercing scream sounded throughout the house and tore at his heart. Without wasting a moment he rushed out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where Nikki was once consumed with terror as she slept.
****
Nikki groaned out her frustration as she tugged at the zipper of a dress identical to the one that had gotten destroyed when she'd been kidnapped. "It won't fit!"
Grant lowered his gaze, stifling a smirk.
Glaring at him in the mirror as he stood reclining against the wall of the dressing room she huffed. "Can you help me get this on?"
"With all due respect honey, maybe you should try a larger size."
A larger size! A growl rose up in the back of her throat. Yes, she was pregnant and she knew that with pregnancy came weight gain, but she'd been hoping that the weight would stay off long enough to walk down the aisle!
Was he grinning? Yes, the dirty bugger was grinning. Spinning around she wagged her finger at him. "I will not wear a larger size."
His grin widened and he stopped pretending to conceal it. "You're pregnant. What did you expect? And frankly, in a month's time you're going to be bigger, so you might want to aim for two sizes larger."
"You're being such an ass!" she huffed and turned back to regard herself in the three way mirror. She released the dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in her white satin bra and matching panties. She ran her hand over her belly which was beginning to grow. It was a slight lump now, but by the time they were married she'd be showing. Albeit only slightly, but she would be.
Pushing off the wall, Grant strolled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him and placing a tender kiss on her bare shoulder. "You look beautiful now and you'll look even more beautiful at the wedding."
Nikki sighed. She was sick of the planning and the fuss and the waiting. "I wish we could just run off and get married." A tear formed at the corner of her eye, she sniffed and wiped it away with the back of her hand. "It's been such a nightmare. It feels like it'll never happen. It's just-"
Grant's head jerked up and his grey eyes caught her blue ones in the mirror. She could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he considered something. She waited impatiently for him to let her in on his thoughts.
"Then let's do it!" A wide smile touched his lips and his eyes gleamed with an excitement she hadn't seen since she'd agreed to marry him.
Nikki frowned "Let's do what? We are. In a month."
Grant shook his head. "No, now."
"Like today?"
He chuckled and rolled his eyes at her in the mirror. "I mean in a few days. Let's say fuck it all. Let's get you a dress now, then hop on a plane in the morning and get married."
Excitement welled up within her at the idea of simply running away and getting married on some hilltop at dusk, or maybe something as tacky as an officiating Elvis impersonator in Vegas. No fussing. No expectations. No whispering about him being her uncle and how odd it was. They may not technically be blood relations, but people still talked. It would be just the two of them. The wedding was more for the benefit of family and friends than either of them anyhow. After everything they'd dealt with lately, why shouldn't they?
"Where would we go?" she turned in his arms to face him, taking care not to trip on the dress at her feet.
"Anywhere. London. Vegas. Paris. Cancún - I don't care. You choose."
Nikki's jaw dropped. "I have no idea."
"We can pack some bags when we get home and grab the first flight anywhere exciting that has availability."
"This is
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