Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Colorado? Why?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm. He sees right through me.
“I thought it might be nice for you to see your aunt, for one.”
It's not the entire truth, but it's enough to calm me. I might narrow my eyes and glare at him to encourage him to tell me the rest, but my shoulders also drop in relief and my chest fills with air as I take in a breath of relief.
“And I’m sick of waiting to marry you. My mom and sisters can plan their winter ceremony, but we’re getting married this week,” he admits to me.
“Isn’t Las Vegas where you go to elope?” I never thought of Colorado as being the place for elopements. There are lots of beautiful places for a wedding, but Vegas is known for its elopements.
“Colorado doesn’t require we have an officiant or any witnesses. We can have a private ceremony, just us and Matteo becoming a family,” he tells me with a casual shrug of the shoulders. It doesn't offset the fact that he just said the most romantic thing I have ever heard.
My heart thuds in my chest. I press a kiss to his lips, appreciating the romantic in him he keeps buried away from everyone else. “I’d like that.”
“Good, because it’s happening. Your aunt is expecting us. She’s going to take you to buy a dress, and she’s making us a cake to celebrate afterward. She insisted.”
Once we get through the airport, my aunt is waiting for us. Enzo opted to fly us to the smaller Colorado Springs airport and stay away from the Denver airport, something I find myself grateful for when we don't have to fight through crowds.
My aunt has a giant smile on my face and I practically launch myself into her arms.
“Hey baby, I hear we have a wedding we have to prepare for.”
I nod my head, wiping my tears away as Enzo introduces himself to my aunt. Apparently, they had talked on the phone while Enzo had been arranging for us to come down.
Enzo took to installing the car seat in my aunt’s car, taking Matteo with him and giving me a second alone with my aunt. “So, this is the baby’s daddy? I can see why it was love at first sight for you.”
A fiery red blush lit up my cheeks. During that year I spent with my aunt, she would listen as I went on and on about Enzo. Endless therapy sessions that required hot chocolate afterward, nights when I couldn't sleep. She was there for everything.
We drop Matteo and Enzo off at my aunt’s house, Matteo excitedly dragging his daddy to go see the animals my aunt has. Her farm has grown, with more chickens and miniature cows, and I think she got an alpaca. The animals have always been Matteo’s favorite part of visiting her.
My aunt drives us to a small boutique that looks like they have completely shut down for my appointment. They have a variety of dresses ready in my size, things that won’t require altercations since Enzo insists we get married tomorrow.
After the appointment, and finding a beautiful dress, my aunt and I head back to her car. When we’re inside, I glance over at her. “Hey aunty, do you think we can make a quick stop on the way home? I need to grab something from the drugstore.”
Chapter Forty-Nine- Enzo
Emma’s aunt’s phone number flashes on my screen while Matteo is petting the miniature cow. I don’t know what the point of a miniature cow is, apparently, she doesn’t get milk from it, but with the way Matteo is loving on it, I’m afraid we’ll have one soon as well.
“Hello,” I say, picking up the call.
“Enzo, I need you to get down to the police station. Emma has been arrested. I don’t know what’s happening…”
I cut her off. “What police station? And do I need to bring a lawyer?”
“I don’t know Enzo. I think you just need to get down here as quickly as possible.” She rattles off the name of one of the smaller cities on the outskirts of the Denver-metro area and tells me to hurry before she hangs up the phone on me. I have about a million more questions I need her to answer, but they’d probably best be answered at the police station instead of my wasting time. I gather Matteo up and call a taxi since we don’t have a car here. It’s a longer process than I would like, every second away from Emma increases my anxiety. By the time we’re pulling up to the police station, I feel like I’m going to puke. I’m not worried about what Emma did. I have plenty of experience getting someone out of jail, but more about the fact they have her sitting in a cell. No wife of mine should spend any time sitting on a cold bench.