Page 36 of Enforce This
“We’re married?” I whispered, not believing it until I heard the words specifically.
“You’re married,” Judge Clarke confirmed with a smile.
“Get me out of here?” I looked up at Eric and timidly asked.
“You got it, babe.”
“Good luck and God bless.” Judge Clarke seemed to be in a very good mood.
I’d never met a judge, but I decided she was my favorite, until Eric froze and shouted, “Patrice, get down.”
Like someone was about to unload from the other side of the glass door. The judge ducked and stumbled. Eric didn’t stick around to see if she composed herself. He just tugged me along and we ran through the halls and out the front door.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” I breathlessly asked, as we bounded across the parking lot.
“Do you know what Patrice Clarke looks like?” He slowed, and glanced toward me.
“Well– No…” I admitted.
“So, how do we know Evan didn’t just pull a fast one?” He laughed.
I froze, our arms extended and I ended up becoming his anchor. He turned back to face me, the smile faltering on his face.
“What’s wrong…” he asked, instantly returning to me.
“If we don’t know if we’re married then how do we know it will stick.”
“Because I’ll marry you a thousand times if that’s what it takes Feloni Tristaleen Aviston.”
“I’m only going to have to bury you once if you ever call me Feloni again,” I shot back.
He laughed and jerked me along.
“I fucking love you.” He casually sighed.
I planted my feet again with the same results.
“Do you?” I asked, when he looked back at me. “... Love me?”
I hate how weak I sounded. How my voice cracked when I asked that question.
He stepped into my space, his hand wrapping around me like it had in the courtroom. I was only five feet eight inches tall, so I was forced to tilt my chin to keep eye contact.
“You’re my wife,” he answered.
When I licked my lips to press the matter, he silenced me with a kiss.
“You’re my life. Now, get in the fucking car before the mob finds us, will ya?” he whispered against my lips and swatted my backside.
“Hey,” I snapped, grabbing my ass.
“If your father had done it more, Daddy wouldn’t have to.” Eric sucked his teeth and shook his head.
I didn’t even know what to say to that. I climbed into the car, fastened my seat belt and toyed with my hair so I didn’t have to look at him.
Once my cheeks stopped feeling warm, I risked a glance long enough to ask, “Where to now?”
“We Bonnie and Clyde it.”