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One big cluster-fuck of a knot. I wet my hands and run them through my newly cut hair. I’m still trying to get use to this shorter mussed style that women seem to refer to as bed head.
    “Alright, let’s do this,” I say to the image staring back at me in the mirror. I’m praying as I make my way to the chapel where the Elvis impersonating preacher resides at the end of the isle where I see Derek sitting as well. He doesn’t get it, and I actually can’t fully confide in him just yet about the whole situation. He believes I’m getting played, and hell, that is a strong possibility. But I can’t risk the chance that this is all shenanigans when there is no proof to back it. There’s actually no proof to really back either side of it. I mean it’s just a piece of paper saying we’re married. If I find out all of it is a lie, all I have to do is get a divorce. Hopefully it all goes down before our band actually starts bringing in good money.
    I walk up to Derek dreading the Here Comes the Bride music that’s soon to begin. There should be special occasions when it’s changed to Here Comes the Trick.
    Sitting down beside him, I look around for Jesika. I know she was supposed to be meeting him here in Vegas. “Where’s Jes?” Dumb question; I know where she is.
    “Well, she ummm, took Mallory back to the airport,” he says with what looks like shame in his eyes, but knows nothing he can say is going to change my mind. Derek knows me better than any other, and he knows once my mind is made up, there is no changing it. No matter how stupid the decision is that I have decided on, there is no talking me out of it. There’s time for regret later, but how do you know you’re going to regret a decision later if you don’t go through with it in the first place? That’s what I keep telling myself even though I damn well know this is one of the decisions that I will regret. I’ll regret it like a motherfucker.

Chapter Five

    *MALLORY*

    Well, that went fucking well. I finally bucked up and grew some metaphorical balls and told Seth how I felt. I held absolutely nothing back. Not one fucking thing. Nothing besides the baby that is. I was so hurt and dumbfounded in that moment that I couldn’t even remember I was pregnant, as dumb as that sounds. I was blank. That was it, the last straw. He made sure I got the picture that he wasn’t interested. Message received — loud and clear buddy. Ten-four rubber ducky.
    I ran into Seth’s soon to be wife as soon as I had opened the door to leave. I mentally beat her ass with a five second stare down before I pushed past her. I allowed myself to run into her and I muttered, “ Bitch,” underneath my breath as I did. If it wasn’t for me being five months pregnant, it would have been a knockdown drag-out. Ding. Ding. I could take her.
    “Did you just call me a bitch?” she asked with shock in her voice.
    “If the shoe fits, wear it!” I had yelled back. Fucking skank. I mean seriously, who gets married in what she has on? She looks like she just walked in this place straight off the corner of the strip.
    As soon as I rounded the corner I was about to take off in a sprint…only to have ran straight into Jesika before I could.
    “Airport. Now.” I was on the verge of breaking down and there was no way in hell I was going to be caught doing it there; where the happy couple was about to tie the knot. She didn’t question me or try talking me out of it. She knew my decision was made. There was no reason for me to stay here. I needed to get as far away from him and her as I possibly could. For now, that was home. I wanted to get back to my life, and start the process of mending my heart back together all over again. Baring my soul to him like I had just done, and to be told that he couldn’t have those feelings for me, made all the pain fresh again. These fucking pregnancy hormones aren’t helping either. I’m doing okay right now at keeping myself somewhat