Anything But Ordinary 14
"Propose?" she asked.
Her hands had been in her lap, but as soon as she saw what he'd done she put a hand out to his shoulder praying that it would hit flesh and bone instead of sweeping through him like it had in some of her dreams. She'd dreamed of this day forever, like most little girls, but now that it was here there was so much that she wanted to remembered, so much that needed to be burned into her memory.
"I've never known you to be speechless."
"Propose?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. He closed his eyes and opened them again to stare into her eyes, tears forming at the sides of them. "Farzana will you marry me?"
She watched the nervous way he was looking at her and she wasn't sure that she'd heard him right and that she was going to embarrass herself if she answered the question that he wasn't sure he'd just asked. "What?"
"Zana, please," he said. She saw his chest rise as he took a big breath. "Please marry me."
She realized he really was asking her and she really was going to need to answer him. "Oh my God."
He blinked and looked away and sat back a little on his leg since he'd been kneeling there for a long time. "Farzana?"
"Uh oh," she said with a laugh trying not to be too curious about the ring that was sitting in his palm, "I must have done something bad, or you wouldn't be using my full name."
He sighed and started to get up. "I knew this was stupid."
She leaned over and grabbed his hand. She took a deep breath. "Yes."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Yes," she said.
He fumbled with the ring to get it on her finger then pulled her into a huge hug. When he pushed away from her he cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her firmly before smiling at her. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said before sighing.
"When?" she asked.
He looked around. "When what?"
"When are we gonna get married?" she asked.
His eyes widened for a moment then he looked around, "Whenever you want."
"Now?" she asked.
"Now?" He looked around some more hoping that no one would walk in on this scene.
"Yeah," she said.
He shrugged. "Ok."
"Are you sure?" she asked, "I was just kidding."
He laced his fingers through hers. "We can do it right now," he said, "They have a minister here."
"Are you serious?"
"I asked," he said shyly, "Just in case."
"Are you really sure?"
"Yeah," he said.
When someone walked into the laundry room they knew that they needed to leave and find the minister. JC took her hand and walked with her casually to the reception desk. Her heart beat was going a mile a minute and she knew that if he let go of her hands that she'd float away. They were on their way to get married.
Married. It scared her to death, but at the same time she knew that she'd die if she didn't marry him right then and right there because if she let any outside thoughts into her head she knew that she'd find some reason to mess things up with him.
"Excuse me," JC said leaning against the counter.
"I was told that I could find Peter Treat if I came and asked you to page him for me?"
The woman at the desk looked at him then at her and smiled. Her cheeks flushed. "Congratulations," she said with a whisper then picked up the phone and dialed.
JC pulled her to stand next to him and leaned to kiss her cheek as they waited. "I don't know if this was what you wanted for a wedding, but we'll have a big party later with everyone later to celebrate."
Farzana didn't let the thoughts about that cross her mind. She kept her eyes on the woman on the phone and tried to take breaths so that she wouldn't pass out.
The desk clerk cleared her throat and smiled. "Peter, I have some guests here to see you." The woman smiled and listened for a moment. "Of course. I'll send them down." She put down the phone. "Peter is in his office. He wasn't sure where you wanted to meet with him so he said that he'd meet you there and you could decide on--" She looked around. "I hope you guys have a good evening and call us if you want anything special to celebrate."
"Thanks," JC said.
"This is like James Bond stuff," Farzana commented as they slid quietly out of the lobby and headed towards the minister's office.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
She nodded then stopped walking.
"What?" he asked.
"What are we going to do about the press?" she asked, "Melinda is going to have a cow about this and--"
"It's up to you," he said, "Melinda knows that I'm in love with you and knows I'm wanting to marry you so she knows this is coming."
"I say--" She sighed. "I don't want to make this into a media circus...so for the moment let's not announce it. We'll tell everyone in the group and family--" She stopped for a moment.
He pulled her into hug him. She nodded at the unspoken assurance and leaned towards him. "This is why I love you."
"I just hope there are more and more reasons every day for you to love me and me to love you," he said.
She laughed a little. "Can we say love a little more? I'm starting to get sick of that word."
He leaned in and kissed her. "Well I hope I make you sick for the rest of my life."
"I'm sure you will," she said, "Germs are air born you know."
"There's my girl," he said with a smile.
"Margaritas later on tonight?" she asked.
"Definitely," he said, "After we say our vows Margaritas and love-making all night long."
He nodded his head. "Sounds like a good deal."
"We'll make this short and sweet since I'm sure that you have other plans for your evening," the minister said with a laugh.
They laughed too before the ceremony began.
"Joshua will you take Farzana to be your lawful wife, will you love her, honor and keep her in sickness and in health and forsaking all others keep only unto her so long as you both shall live."
JC's hands shook as he paused a moment to answer. "I will."
"Farzana will you take Joshua to be your lawful husband, will you love him, honor and keep him in sickness and in health and forsaking all others keep only unto him so long as you both shall live."
She found herself thinking of her father at the moment. When she paused for longer than Josh had, he squeezed her hand. She smiled at him. "I will."
"Now the exchange of the rings," the minister said.
"We don't have a ring for him," Farzana said suddenly.
"I've got one," JC said reaching into his pocket.
Farzana took the ring from him and JC removed the ring he'd just given Farzana so that they could say the next part of the ceremony.
JC was the first to put on their wedding rings. "Joshua, repeat after me as you place the ring on Frazana's finger." He paused for a moment. "Farzana, with this ring, I thee wed."
JC took a deep breath. "Farzana, with this ring, I thee wed."
"And now you Farzana," the minister said, "Joshua, with this ring, I thee wed."
Her response came with tears. "Joshua, with this ring, I thee wed."
They were still staring at each other when the minister continued, "As you have consented together to be bound to one another in lawful marriage. You have made special promises to each other which have been symbolized by the joining of hands, taking of vows and by the giving and receiving of rings."
JC and Farzana looked at him to make sure that things were going well.
"By the authority vested in me, according to the laws of the state of Florida, I now pronounce you to be husband and wife."
JC pulled Farzana in for a kiss and let his lips linger over hers for a moment before he pulled her tightly against him to kiss her for the first time as his wife.
When they broke apart each blushed as the minister smiled at them.
"Thank you," They instantly became giggly as they made their way out of the office.
"Wait," the minister said. He handed them an envelope. "The marriage certificate."
Letting her hand go, he found the key and tried the lock of the door. It wouldn’t work the first time and his brain wasn’t helping. He was cold from standing around in the air-conditioned halls in a wet shirt. He wanted that night to be perfect and this was definitely not how he saw his wedding night to be. He was shivering and the outfits they'd been married in sure weren't what he'd pictured. Jeans and a t-shirt wasn’t what he thought they’d be wearing when they were coming back to their room on a special night like that.
After he got the key into the door and pushed the door opened, he stopped her from coming in the room throwing an arm across her middle to stop her. He leaned and kissed her cheek and smiled at her. “Wait.”
“Josh,” she whined with a smile, “I’m tired and I'm starting to get cold.” He knew from experience that this wasn’t a real whine, but more of a pout about the fact that they weren’t getting into bed fast enough. They’d been civil in the elevator, not due to the fact that they weren’t in the mood, but more because there were people in there with them.
He’d noticed that for the last hour or so she’d been staring at her ring. Lance had helped him pick out a great ring and had made sure that he’d gotten a wedding band for himself, in which they’d engraved his initials and her initials and a heart on the inside. Later he planned to add the date of their wedding on the ring, but for now it was enough.
“I know,” he said softly, “But we have to do this right.” He paused for a moment and thought about the words that would come out of his mouth next. This was a special moment. It would be the first time he'd be calling her by her new name, “Mrs. Chasez.”
She stopped where she was standing in the hallway and looked at him with these wide eyes and soon watered up. He hoped and prayed that they were good tears, because for a moment there when she pulled back a bit he thought that she was regretting their decision to go through with the ceremony.
“It sounds nice,” he said softly cupping her face in his hands, “Doesn’t it?”
She nodded and moved to kiss him. “It does.”
His arms slid around her then slid under her legs and he carried her slowly through the doorway, making sure of course to not hit her head as he did it. He set her down just inside the room, kicked the door closed then closed his eyes so that he could enjoy the rest of their kiss.
Setting her down, he kept his lips to hers until she pulled away. “Josh?”
“Hmm?” he opened his eyes.
“Did you do all this?” she looked around the room.
His jaw dropped. He could have only wished for what they'd done to the apartment. There were rose petals all over the floor, candles lit on every table and even though it had been raining, the windows were open a bit to let the breeze flow through. “No,” he said, “I wish I had.”
“So what do we do now?” she asked walking over to where a bottle of champagne was sitting in some ice.
He walked over to where the bottle was and picked it up. It was a fairly expensive bottle of Dom. “Pop the cork and celebrate?” He smiled.
He pulled her over to his body and held her close for a moment. When he noticed all the things in the other room he pointed towards the master bed. There were two white robes laid on the bed with a note sitting on top of them. “Why don’t you go see what other presents the hotel left us while I pour us something to drink.”
She nodded and walked towards the other side of the room into the bedroom.
"Bubble bath!" she said with a laugh as he poured two glasses.
"That sounds amazing," he said and pulled his shirt off over his head.
"Stripping already?" she said with a nervous laugh.
He picked up the glasses and walked over to her with one, holding it out to her.
She took it from him and watched the bubbles in her glass. She lifted it to sip it and he put his hand up. "We have to toast."
"What should we toast to?"
He thought for a moment. "Brighter days--Easier roads ahead--and getting through everything--" He smiled at her. "--Together."
When his hand started to caress her shoulder she moved her cheek against his chest a little and got more comfortable. She'd woken up a little while before, but had tried to lay as still as possible, not knowing how long he'd be asleep for.
His fingers splayed across her bare shoulder. "Are you awake?"
She nodded and turned her chin up to look at him. "Uh huh."
His eyebrows drew together and even though she knew his vision was probably still blurry from his sleep he looked at her with his dark eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she sighed out. "I've just got some things on my mind."
"Like what?" he said. He pushed himself up so that he was sitting up more, coughed a little, and pulled her against him, moving the sheets around her to keep her warm.
She put her hand on his bare chest and moved her fingers to tap against his abs, showing off her ring as she did it. "Did we rush into this too quickly?"
His breath caught in his throat. It was too early for regrets. "What?"
She moved to sit up more. "I mean did we really think this through?" She moved to sit Indian style next to him. "Josh we just got MARRIED with none of our friends here!"
"Do you really want Chris there making farting noises and Justin bugging Mere about standing up too long and spouting out baby facts?"
"Yes," she said.
"It's not really that bad," he said.
"Yes it is." Her breath caught in her throat. "Your mom is going to kill you. Her little boy just got married and she wasn't there to see it!"
The room was silent for a long long time. In reality it was probably less than a minute, but it seemed like forever in the big scheme of things. "Are you regretting this Zana?"
She shook her head that she wasn't, but it didn't seem too convincing. "No, of course not," she put her hand on his stomach. "You mean everything to me." Her breathing slowed. "Josh it's just that I am thinking that although I am thrilled that we are married that maybe we let our hearts and our emotions go too fast. I always kind of had this vision in my head--I mean it's the totally girly part of me saying this and everything--but I wanted to look like a princess and have my dad give me away."
"Zana baby, I want you to have the wedding of your dreams. We can do this again, renew our vows. The right way. In front of the whole world if you want to." He sighed. "I just wanted to have things start for us in The Keys, here, because--well because this is where we fell in love, or at least I fell in love with you."
Her eyes widened with excitement. "You mean it?"
"Of course I do." He pushed her hair behind her ear. "I am going to spend the rest of my life making you, Mrs. Chasez, the happiest woman alive."
She moved back to lie next to him. "You already do Josh. you already do"
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