Au Pair

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© 2017 Luna Black

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Much to my dismay, we did not get to keep the handcuffs.

The moment we were inside the jail cell, the officer locked the gate and uncuffed us. The cell was big enough for the entire party that was being charged for "public misconduct," but they quickly realised that my family and I couldn't be in the same space without trying to kill each other.

There was a bench in front of the cement wall and Luca led us toward it, pulling me down with him to sit. I quickly snuggled up to him and raised my legs to put them on the bench.

He didn't say anything and I didn't ruin the silence.

I was overwhelmed with emotions and I didn't know how to express them, so naturally, I laughed the entire way here. Luca just shook his head and quietly laughed at me, finding my boisterous giggles amusing. I knew I looked crazy, but I couldn't help myself.

I was happy, extremely so. I could burst, even.

I had ruined my family's reputation and the chances of them regaining them were zero to none. It made my heart flutter in absolute happiness. Not to mention, that I was with the man of my dreams and he stood by me, even when I acted extremely unladylike.

I still had a chunk of Veronica's hair in my hand when we went inside the police station and when we walked by their cell, I threw it at her, cackling evilly. It was extremely childish of me, but when I heard her sobbing over her ripped weave, I couldn't help but keep laughing.

Knowing that I had brought them down to their lowest helped me cope with the possible nights that Luca and I would spend in jail. We hadn't been processed yet or added to the system, the cops were too busy running some paperwork, so they just shoved us in our cells and kept us waiting.

Once my high of emotions went away, I was left with a clear head. I was able to process everything that had happened that night and realise that I felt free. Like my life had come to a full circle; I had gotten closure.

Luca wrapped an arm over my shoulders and pulled me toward him. His free hand reached over to fully hold me in a side hug and he rested his chin on my head as he caressed my arms gently. His hand rubbed up and down my arm, absentmindedly and sweetly, almost as if he were trying to comfort me.

Tears began to well in my eyes as the emotions became too much to bear. The laughter had died out and now I couldn't help myself but cry. The tears were silent and I didn't let out any sobs, I just sniffled.

I wiped the back of my hand against my cheeks and Luca tensed, placing his hand on my chin to pull it upward.

"Cariño," he frowned, rubbing his thumb against my tears, "what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

I let out a goofy laugh, sniffling as I blinked through my tears and I shrugged. "Nothing's wrong; I'm just hormonal as hell."

He pulled me closer, kissing my forehead and muttered, "Don't be sad. I hate seeing you upset."

"I'm not," I sniffled, trying to wipe my face clean, "I'm so happy I could burst."

"Then, why are you crying?"

I shrugged, breathing in deeply as I laid my head against his chest. Thank god for waterproof makeup. "I just...I love you." He smiled as he kissed my forehead. "I love you so much and I just realised right now how much my life has changed because of you."

Luca entwined our hands and rubbed his fingers against mine, caressing them idly. He raised our hands up to his lips and kissed my knuckles. "You've changed my life too, cariño."

I shook my head, becoming a little exasperated at all the emotions I was feeling, but couldn't verbally express. "No, I don't think you understand." I sat up, pulling back, so I could look at him and crossed my legs on the bench. "Months ago, I said that I would never tell a man I loved him. Hell, before you, I wanted nothing to do with relationships and you changed all of that. I'm in a relationship with you, I love you, and I want to marry you; I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I never wanted that before you came along."

He smiled, reaching out to cup my cheeks and kiss me gently. "Te amo."

"And," I hiccupped, the sobs returning full force, "you make me a priority. You never treat me like a second option. All my life I've been second in everybody's eyes. I've been pushed to the side and forgotten and tormented and beat." I breathed in shakily, wiping my tears with trembling hands, "I've been pushed to the edge and humiliated and broken. I've been told I'm not good enough, that I never deserved to be loved. Then in you come and you treat me like a fücking goddess," My shoulders shook as I began to ugly-cry, "you always think of me above everything else. You love me and care for me and care for the things that are important in my life."

He undid his tie and handed it to me, which made my hormonal ass cry even harder. I took it and tried to control my crazy emotions.

"I just," I breathed in deeply, "I appreciate everything you do for me. The laughs, the hugs, the caresses, and the orgasms," I added with a quiet giggle, "I really love those."

He chuckled, shaking his head and pulled me in for a tight hug. "I will do that and so much more, mi vida. I love you," He pulled back, caressing my cheek gently as he stared at me with such ardour, "and I'm going to spend the rest of my life treating you the way you deserve to be treated."

I smiled, sniffling and moved forward to kiss him. "I want to marry you."

"I want to marry you, too," he kissed me, holding my face with both hands to pull me closer.

"No," I shook my head, "I want to marry you."

He raised an eyebrow, slightly confused.

"Now."

"Now?"

I nodded, biting my bottom lip excitedly. "Now."

"We're kind of in a police station," He laughed, pecking my lips playfully. "But as soon as we get out, we can get married."

"We can go to a courthouse and just get the judge to sign the papers right away." I added, my voice rising with excitement, "I don't want a fancy ceremony or anything. I just want to be your wife."

He smiled against my lips, pulling me closer, so that I was sitting on his lap. "I didn't even propose."

"We're kind of dysfunctional," I grinned, shrugging, "so, it's a little too late to do all the traditional shït."

Luca nodded, kissing me deeply. I moaned as his hands held my waist in place, squeezing down my ass. I held his face with both hands, devouring his mouth like if it was the first time we were ever kissing.

"Alright, lovebirds," A guard grunted, snapping us away from our heated embrace, "this isn't your bedroom. You each get one phone call. Who wants to go first?"

Luca breathed in deeply, his eyes dark with desire as his chest heaved up and down. He looked at me, waiting to see if I had an answer and I shrugged. "I don't have anyone to call."

He nodded his head once, "I'll make a call."

I pouted my lips as he sat me on the bench and he let out a low chuckle, bending down to kiss me quickly before walking out with the guard.

He walked down the hall and I admired his ass. That man was perfect. His body was delicious and his heart was extremely kind. It was impossible to not love him the way I did.

I mean, he was a reclusive before I plummeted into his life. I was like a freaking meteor, just ruining everything he was used to, but he used that craziness to help me realise how good life could be.

It wasn't just the sex. That had started everything between us – well, I kind of harassed him continuously, until he finally gave in. Now that I thought about it, I should have been charged with harassment. At the moment, I thought it was totally okay, but the moment he said no, I should've stopped.

Regardless of that little mishap, we became lovers and friends. The orgasms were now just a plus. I knew now that I could be with him without needing sex in the equation. Now that did not mean that we would stop fücking; it just meant that what we had was real.

It was love and not just lust.

Luca returned a couple of minutes later with his hands shoved in his pockets and a small smile on his lips. It wasn't a full smirk, but it did things to me that made me want to act extremely unholy.

"You know," I blurted out, thoughtfully, "I was really crazy. And so were you. In any other situation, a man would've fired me for being so freaking sexual."

He laughed, nodding. "You were crazy. You were always trying to get naked."

"Now you get to do that all on your own," I winked at him.

His laugh became louder and he shook his head, pulling me back on his lap. "Honestly, I think that the reason why it didn't make me feel as uncomfortable as I looked, was because I was attracted to you. I didn't want to get involved with you because you didn't exactly...fit into the image of the women I was expected to date. Doesn't mean I didn't jerk off to the thought of you," he muttered, his ears turning a slight shade of red, "when we first met, I wanted so badly to fück you against the counter. I had to focus on the damn sink to make sure I didn't do anything stupid."

I bit my bottom lip. "You should've. I was thinking of all the shitty porn scripts we could've used. I mean, you were a plumber! That has porn all over it!"

Luca grinned, nodding. "I guess you're right. It's okay though, it might've taken me some time to admit that I wanted you, but now I have you all to myself."

I pursed my lips, pouting as I playfully glared at him. "Damn, I had never gotten jealous over what men did until I met you. When I first met Jimena, I thought she was your girlfriend and I felt kind of miserable that you were taken."

He ran his fingers through his hair, widening his eyes momentarily. "I was thinking of you when we got together. I was pissed at myself for wanting you that I had to find someone to relieve me of my blue balls."

I rolled my eyes. "I could've done it. Instead, you brought that blonde bimbo into your house and almost got me sent to prison for attempted murder."

He laughed, shaking his head and pulled me in for a side-hug. "I'm sorry I didn't give into my lust sooner, cariño."

"Damn right," I muttered, "be sorry! That spoiled, racist little shït got to be in your bed before I was!"

"We didn't do anything," He kissed my cheek and I glared at him, feeling myself grow irritated with the thought of that bïtch being anywhere near him. He let out a quiet laugh, "Why are you thinking about all of this now? All of that is in the past; I'm in a prison cell with you. Not Jimena. Not that spoiled, racist little shït. But with you because I love you."

I shrugged, my anger subsiding and I mumbled, "I was just thinking about how drastically my life changed in a year. I looked like I'd be a delinquent last year, but this is my first time in jail."

Luca laughed, squeezing me lightly. "Mine, too."

"Sorry," I muttered and looked up at him. "You know just all the rights things to say, you know that?"

He smiled boyishly, his dimples making an appearance as he nodded and pecked my mouth. "I mean all of the things I say, too."

"I know," I smiled, satisfied. All the anger and jealousy went away.

It was completely irrational to be upset over his past rendezvouses, but I couldn't help myself. Just the thought of him being with another woman made my blood boil to the point where it could've evaporated.

The guard from earlier returned, unlocking the gates slowly. "Daniela Rodriguez and Luca Valenté, you're free to go."

I raised an eyebrow, quickly standing up. "Just like that? We're not being charged with anything?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "With everything that you've been through, I think that's the last thing you deserve."

I turned back to look at Luca, slightly confused and he just smiled, taking my hand in his to walk out of the cell. I didn't question it again, the quicker we got out, the quicker we'd get home and leave all this mess behind.

"Hey! I have rights, you know?!" Maria screamed, banging her hands against the bars as we walked by, "My husband is going to make sure you regret this!"

He held his belt, eyeing her up and down and shook his head. "Lady, you're going to be in prison for a long time. All the money in the world isn't going to help you."

"What?!" She cried out.

Veronica stood up from the corner she was slumped in and stared at her mother with wide, terrified eyes. "What do you mean she's going to prison?! You can't take her there!"

"Don't worry," He smiled, "you'll be keeping her company, too."

"Mom!" She wailed, looking at her desperately.

"Veronica, shut up!" Maria hissed, rubbing her temples. "I am not going to prison. I have done nothing. You have no proof of anything."

The guard scoffed, shaking his head as he looked at her with disgust. "All the evidence that was just handed to the Captain says otherwise. Personally," he leaned toward the cell and whispered, "I hope that you rot for what you did to your daughter." He shrugged, stepping back and jabbed his chin in the direction of the exit. "Let's go."

I couldn't help the wide grin that spread across my face. It was as wide as the grin that a kid sports when he enters the candy shop and gets to eat everything he wants without any repercussions.

"What evidence is he talking about?" I whispered toward Luca, who simply smiled and looked up at the people in the waiting area.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet, little Spanish bon-bon," Eddie cried out, running toward me and pulled me in for a tight hug. "The things you went through," He squeezed me tightly, shaking me side to side, "I can't begin to imagine the horrors that bïtch put you through, but I'm so proud for the ass beating you gave her!"

I laughed, pulling away from his embrace and looked up at him. "Eddie! What are you doing here?"

Ellie and Misumi stepped closer, smiling at us and hugged me. Eddie didn't let go, but they worked around him.

"We were about to start working with Veronica. She sent us an invitation to this charity dinner and since Ellie survived that," Misumi explained, "we were extremely ecstatic to contribute and help girls across the world."

"We just didn't know what a lie it was," Ellie shook her head in dismay and reached out to squeeze my hand, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I knew Ulysses, but he didn't get the chance to do...you know..." she trailed off, blushing uncomfortably at the memory.

Misumi frowned, rubbing her friend's shoulder comfortingly. "I'm just happy that you survived and that that asshole won't be hurting anyone again," She shuddered at the thought.

Killian walked forward and kissed his wife's cheek. "Personally, I think that death was better than what he deserved, but I'm hoping that it was painful and long." He turned to look at Eddie and frowned. "Eddie, you're going to squeeze the poor woman to death."

Eddie grinned sheepishly, smooching my cheek loudly. "Leave my little Spanish bon-bon alone."

"You better watch out," Ellie laughed, "or Luca might just beat your ass."

He bit his bottom lip, turning to look at Luca as he spoke to a police officer. "He's more than welcomed to!"

"Hey!" I laughed, swatting his hand playfully, "Don't look at my man like that."

Eddie turned to me, grabbing my face with one hand and pressed his lips against me. "Oh, don't be jealous, baby, we can all have some fun."

"Jesus, Eddie," Misumi rolled her eyes, shaking her head and he blew her a kiss.

"He's crazy," Ellie grimaced, turning to look at her husband as he wrapped an arm around her waist, "I don't know how he's not in an asylum yet."

"Because you love me!" He grinned brightly, "Don't roll your eyes, you DILF, I still want to fück you, too."

I burst out laughing at the expression on Ellie's face and everyone just shook their head at Eddie's shenanigans.

Luca walked back smiling at me warmly and I wriggled against Eddie's hug as I tried to walk toward my boyfriend. "Can I have my girlfriend back?"

"Sure!" Eddie sang, twirling me away and tried to fall into his arms.

Luca stepped to the side, watching as Eddie fell to the floor dramatically and wrapped his arm around me. I giggled, leaning into Luca's side and they all sighed, totally done with Eddie's spectacle.

"We're all set," Luca murmured, kissing my lips quickly. He turned to Killian and shook his hand firmly. "Thanks for getting us out, man."

"No problem, Valenté," Killian pulled him in for a side-hug, "I owe you plenty."

"Can I get a hug too?" Eddie pouted, brushing the imaginary dirt from his pants.

They ignored him. Killian went back to Misumi's side and Luca wrapped an arm around my waist again. They began to speak amongst themselves, just standing in the middle of the waiting area of the police station.

"I have a crazy idea," Luca murmured quietly.

I smiled, looking up at him. "I love crazy ideas."

"It's only 8pm. It takes a little less than two hours to get to Las Vegas. The Marriage License Bureau is open every day of the year until midnight. If we leave now, we'll get there in time to get married."

My eyes widened and so did my smile. "Seriously?! How do you know this?"

He grinned. "I just looked it up."

"So, you want to do this? Like, now?"

Luca nodded. "Right now."

I jumped in his arms, pressing my mouth against his and he laughed against my lips. He stumbled back a bit, but quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and held me against him securely.

"Hey!" Eddie said, "What are we celebrating?"

Luca placed me down on my feet and I giggled in stupid excitement. "We're going to get married."

"Now?!" They all said in unison, totally surprised.

I nodded, grinning like an idiot. "In Vegas."

"Oh, there is no way in hell that you guys are going to get married in Vegas without me," Eddie snapped his fingers sassily, "besides," he brushed back his imaginary bangs, "you can't get married without witnesses."

Luca shrugged. "You guys can come, if you'd like."

"To Sin City?" Misumi grinned, "Hell yeah!"

"My parents are babysitting Emily and Aiden," Ellie shrugged, smiling and looked up at Ace, "if you don't mind, we can go?"

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her. "It's been an extremely long time since we've taken a vacation just for us."

"Ooh," Misumi giggled, "be careful, Ellie, because the way he's looking at you might just get you knocked up again."

Ellie blushed, glaring at her friend. "Shut up, Ling-Ling! Killian already got you knocked up!"

"Ellie!" Misumi hissed, "You were supposed to keep that a secret!"

"Oh, shït, you haven't told him yet?!"

Killian looked down at his wife, eyes wide and full of surprise. Misumi grinned sheepishly and shook her head. "Surprise?"

"Seriously?" He asked, his voice cracking a bit with emotion, "You're...? We're...? How?!"

"Well," Eddie slung his arm over my shoulder, "you see, Killian. When a man and a woman love each other very much or just get really horn-" I jabbed my elbow into his side and shushed him, biting the inside of my cheek to prevent the giggle that wanted to escape my mouth when he huffed out in pain.

"Yeah," Misumi placed her hand against his cheek and caressed it gently, "why do you think I haven't been drinking wine or anything?"

"Babe..." His voice cracked and he pulled her in for a tight hug. "How long have you known?"

She shrugged, smiling wholeheartedly, "I just found out yesterday. Doctor said I'm three weeks along."

"Congratulations, man!" Luca laughed, patting his back and we all congratulated them enthusiastically until the cops told us to get out or spend the night in.

~*~

In the private plane, I felt a little bad for Eddie because he was surrounded by couples that were totally in love with each other. He grabbed a bottle of alcohol and began to drink it, sing it to the bottle in attempts to get us to include him in our amazement at our significant others.

Ellie and Ace were together the longest and they still looked at each other like love-sick puppies. It was adorable.

Killian couldn't keep his hands off his pregnant wife. He was extremely excited and couldn't stop kissing her all over. Thankfully, they kept it PG because I was not trying to start an orgy.

He couldn't keep his hands off her because she was pregnant and I couldn't keep my hands off Luca because we were on our way to get fücking married! The more I thought about it, the happier I became and the more I ravished Luca's lips.

He obviously didn't mind and kissed me with just as much fervour. Our lips were swollen with all the biting and sucking we were doing, but I couldn't help myself. I was totally and helplessly in love with that man.

I was happy, my life was finally falling into place. My mother and sister would surely rot in prison for everything they did to me and karma would pay them back extremely beautifully. I was going to marry the man of my dreams, the man I totally loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

And I was surrounded by people that had gone through their own hardships and survived, that loved each other beyond comprehension. It just filled my heart with happiness and lust for the man that kissed me like if he were breathing air.

The moment we landed in the Las Vegas airport, my heart wanted to burst out of my chest. I was so excited, I couldn't freaking walk straight. I almost tripped three times into Luca; Eddie was drunk, but I was the one having the side-effects.

A taxi van drove us to the Marriage Licence Bureau and the moment we stepped foot in the office, I began to have the craziest jitters. Luca laughed as I struggled to fill out the paperwork for the licence and what should have taken me ten minutes, took me about twenty.

My signature was an ugly scribble of my initials and shaky chicken scratch. Once the paperwork was completed and we had our licence, we made our way further downtown to look for a wedding chapel.

Frankly, I really didn't care where we were married as long as it was legal and it happened. We finally chose a small chapel and the girls (including Eddie) forced me into the bathroom to clean up my appearance a bit.

My makeup was surprisingly still flawless, but my hair was pulled out of the ponytail and my dress needed to be readjusted.

"This is crazy," Misumi giggled, "and I'm so excited! It's different! I've never met anyone that has gotten married like this."

"With a man like Luca," Eddie bit his bottom lip, running his fingers through my hair, "I'd marry him as quickly as I could, too!"

I laughed louder than expected due to all the nerves I was feeling. "I always thought that I would get married in white in a grand church with elaborate decorations and fancy food. But," I shrugged, smiling, "this is so much better. I'm not worried about what people think of the dress or the food or the location or whatever."

"That was a headache," Ellie and Misumi sighed in agreement.

"I'm happy with what we're doing. I think it's more...us. We've done everything backwards and different," I laughed, "I get to focus more on him and our love and I'm surrounded by people that are great."

"Aw!" Eddie pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me tightly, "I love you, too, my little Spanish bon-bon." I returned the embrace. "And, I'll honestly love you even more if you share him with me."

"Eddie!" Misumi slapped his shoulder, sighing in disappointment.

"I'm honestly not even surprised," Ellie rolled her eyes as she searched in my clutch for my lipstick, "we're all married and he still hits on Ace. Sometimes I have nightmares of Eddie stealing my husband," she shuddered.

"I wouldn't have to steal if you just shared," Eddie muttered, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouted at us.

I laughed and Ellie began to retouch my lipstick. She fixed the little smudges of makeup and smiled, stepping back to admire my look. "You make a beautiful bride, Dani."

"Thank you," I smiled, blushing. "I'm so fücking excited, carajo!"

They laughed, joining me in my excitement and we took a couple of minutes in the bathroom to get ready.

There were many packages to get in order to get married, but if I didn't care about the location, I was definitely not going to care about decorations or fancy looks. I just wanted to run down the aisle and marry my man.

Since we weren't doing a very traditional wedding, we didn't really have a maid of honour or bridesmaids or a best man, so, I asked Killian to walk me down the aisle because he was so close to Luca. I felt like Eddie would try to trip me down the aisle and take my place.

The moment my eyes landed on Luca, I hissed in a breath. It was like the air was knocked out of me and I couldn't contain myself, like seeing him for the first time. His hair was slicked back again and although his clothes weren't ironed to crisp perfection, they were tucked in and looked good enough to take off. Besides, the moment we'd be alone, I'd rip his clothes off and not care about how wrinkled they were.

I couldn't contain my excitement. I just wanted to marry him and be his wife – and the damn wedding song was too slow. So, naturally, I kicked off my heels, picked the skirts of my dress and yanked Killian down the aisle.

They laughed as I threw my arms around Luca's shoulders and grinned up at him, goofily. "Hey."

"Hey," He chuckled, placing his arms around my waist.

"I love you," I whispered, standing on my tiptoes and kissed him deeply.

"Hey," The officiant chortled, "I have not declared you husband and wife yet!"

I pulled away from Luca and turned to the officiant with a cheeky smile, "It was the last kiss as boyfriend and girlfriend."

He laughed, holding his hands up in the air in surrender, "Ah, okay, my mistake."

I grinned, stepping back and held Luca's hand in my own. I was still giddy and nervous, but the happiness I felt overcame any other feeling or hesitation. The love in Luca's eyes as he looked down at me was good enough to send me shooting through the stars.

"Alright," The Officiant clapped his hands, "it looks like this was a little spontaneous, am I right?"

I nodded quickly, making my hair fall over my eyes. My cheeks were starting to hurt from how much I was smiling. "Honestly, you could just sign the papers that legalise our marriage and I would be just as happy."

He chuckled, watching us curiously. "Eager to get married, then."

"I love him," I blurted out passionately, unable to break from his gaze, "I love him with everything I have and I just want to spend the rest of my life by his side. I want to wake up next to him and in his arms. I want to love him and kiss him and hold him and spend important life events with him. He's everything I want in a man and more; I couldn't have asked for a better person to love and be with forever."

"Sounds like she just said her vows," he joked, making all of us laugh. "Well," he clasped his hands together, "I'll cut this short, so that you guys can go enjoy the night as newlyweds."

"Thank you," I mumbled, losing myself in Luca's gaze. His eyes were ethereal and beautiful, I couldn't stop looking into them. The reflection of my blue dress made the colour of his eyes even more prominent; I just found myself totally lost in him, missing most of the officiant's speech.

I happened to tune in at a right time.

"Did you guys have your rings?"

My eyes widened in slight terror as I realised that we didn't stop to get rings. Luca grimaced, squeezing my hands gently. "I knew I forgot something."

"No worries!" The officiant quickly said, "We can find quick substitutes."

"Just paint them on!" Eddie blurted out.

I frowned. "What?"

"Paint them on!" He repeated and walked over to hand us a black pen. "Make do."

I burst out laughing, nodding and Luca shook his head, grinning. "We're doing this all wrong. I'm getting you a ring first thing tomorrow morning."

I smiled, taking his left hand and began to doodle the ring on his finger. "You can get me a ring pop and I'll be just as happy."

"Nah, my little Spanish bon-bon," Eddie chastised, "you deserve a rock! A crater!"

I giggled, shrugging and bit my bottom lip as I looked up at him. "I already have him; I don't care for the rest."

"Aw!" They murmured in unison and I grinned cheekily.

Luca cupped my cheek in his hands and brushed his thumb against my cheekbone. "You never cease to amaze me, mi vida. Te amo, ¿lo sabes?"

I nodded, grinning and the officiant let out a soft sigh. "Fine, fine, I'll just sign the papers and pronounce you husband and wife."

I threw my arms around Luca's shoulders, kissing him with everything I had and Eddie let out happy cries. They clapped happily and the officiant sighed.

"I didn't even declare it!"

"Oh," I quickly pulled away, biting my bottom lip and blushed, "sorry! I thought that was it."

Luca laughed and took the pen from my hands to draw the ring on my finger. Mine was a thick, uneven line across his knuckle and he was trying to take his sweet time drawing a ring.

"Luca!"

He grinned, kissing my other hand and then stood back for the officiant to finish the rather strange ceremony.

"By the power bestowed upon me by the state of Nevada," I was already leaning in to kiss him and the officiant sighed, muttering, "I now pronounce you husband and – oh, for goodness sake, just kiss already!"

"No!" I laughed, forcing myself away from Luca's lips. "Finish it!"

"Inowpronounceyouhusbandandwife!" He spoke in one quick breath and signed the documents. "You may kiss the bride."

I grinned, kissing with all the love I felt for him and entwined my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. In the background, everyone cheered except for Eddie, who was too busy fake crying over his children who "grew up so fast!"

Luca pulled me toward him with one hand and held my face with the other. His lips brushed against mine fervently, hungrily, silently promising of all that would come the moment we were alone.

"I can't wait to fück you as Mrs. Valenté," he murmured near my ear quietly, so only I could hear.

I bit my bottom lip, grinning up at him a bit sex-crazed. "Neither can I, papi." I kissed him, nibbling on his lip and whispered, "Now call me that again."

Luca flashed me a grin, loving and wicked all in one, "Te amo, Mrs. Valenté."

~*~

I've never been married in a Vegas Chapel or been to a wedding there, so all of this was written with what I read in some blogs written by the Little Wedding Chapel.

I'm TIRED ASF! It's freaking 1am and I have to work a ten hour shift tomorrow lol, I'm trash. Anyway, hope yall enjoyed bc we're about to get freaky next chapter. Rememeber the crazy thing Dani had planned for Luca? Yeah, that's next chapter hehe

xo, a very tired and incoherent Luna