Noah

Callie climbed in the back of the black SUV.

I climbed in behind her. She settled in her seat, buttoned her seat belt and than unbuttoned it and laid her head in my lap.

"Ugh." she groaned and it vibrated on my thigh. "Why am I so tired?"

"Head injury." I rubbed the side of her head. "Remember."

"How many concussions have you had?" She turned her head up.

"Two." I cradled her cheek. "They aren't fun."

"Is that my job?" She touched my cheek with the back of her hand. "As your wife. To worry about your health."

"Yes, but I think it's like number eight or nine on the list." I massaged her shoulder.

"Stop making fun of me." She slapped my thigh.

"We all set." The driver turned back.

"Yep."

Callie nodded. She pulled the middle seatbelt around her, sat up and buckled it. She leaned her head on my shoulder.

"What else is on the list?" She kissed my arm. "Dinner on the table at six every night." I stared out the window to keep from cracking a smile. "House has to be spotless and ..."

"What?" She nudged me.

I turned back toward her and grabbed her face and whispered in her ear. "Sex on demand. Twenty-four seven."

"That's third on the list."

"Well, no, it's first on the list." I kissed her. "Actually, if you agree to number one, then I can live without the rest of the list."

Callie giggled and it hit me in the groin. She knew what her giggles did to me. She looked at the driver as she ran her hand up my thigh and cupped the edge of my hard on.

"Don't play, Caliente." I whispered against her lips. She didn't move her hand.

"What do I get?" She asked and kissed me back. Her little tongue darted out to meet mine.

"My undying devotion, love and gratitude." I smiled.

"You going to say that in your vows?" She asked.

I leaned back.

"We're writing our own vows." I narrowed my eyes.

"Yeah." She laid her head on my shoulder again. "I think we should. Say all that."

"Even the sex part." I kissed her head. "You're parents would love that."

"Dani would get a hoot out of it." She flexed her fingers on my thigh.

"I'll come up with something." All I could think about were dirty vows.

"It will be fine, just say what's in your heart."

My chest tightened.

"That's easy for you to say, you do this for a living."

She sat up and turned towards me.

"You want me to write them for you?" Callie rubbed her head.

"No. I'll figure it out." I put my arm around her.

She settled back down, but shot up when she spotted the hospital up ahead.

A metal barrier had been put up in front of the ER and eight to ten scrawny looking dudes in inappropriate clothing for the weather held large cameras.

"You can't be serious." Callie said as she gripped the seat in front of her.

"We're going to the doctor's office up the street." I said.

"They're really here for me." Callie fidgeted.

I grabbed her hand. "I mean. I know I'm fascinating, but standing out in the cold waiting to catch a glimpse of me fascinating, come on."

I kissed her knuckles.

"You're the latest, but it doesn't last." I intertwined. "You know what last? This. You and me."

"Stop talking, Noah."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Save those sweet words for the vows." She giggled.

I licked my lips and grinned as we pulled into the doctor’s office parking lot.

We left an hour later. Callie was progressing, but the doctor told her she needed rest.

The marriage and civil unions licenses office was located in the basement of a building in downtown Aspen. We made it there by four, but no one was in line. Kate had filled out our forms online.

We handed it to the clerk, they asked us a few questions and ten minutes and thirty-five bucks later, we had everything we needed to get married.

As soon as we got home, I put Callie to bed. The dogs tucked between us and I watched her drift in and out of sleep. 

I thought about my vows, all the words I thought about that never said because I figured she already knew how I felt.

Just think of someone loving someone else more than anything in the whole wide world. I grinned as I pictured myself with open arms. That's how I love her. Yet, the words seemed so inadequate.

And, my girl was fucking hot, but you're not supposed to say that type of stuff at a wedding. Maybe I could find something that combines love and lust. Something more creative than the word perfect.

I looked over at Callie. She was knocked out. I looked up and spotted her laptop on the desk. It gave me an idea.

I powered it on and logged in.

If I couldn't figure out, maybe the people who knew me and as Callie's one true love would have a better idea. I'd ask the fans.

Not too weird, right.