I glance over, and she’s lost in thought. I know all the revelations of the day have been a lot to take in—we’ve found out a lot in the time we’ve been out and about today.

Rob makes his way back down to us. “I’m just wondering. If you were married Monday night, why didn’t you find out until today that you were married?”

A beautiful blush creeps its way up Rigby’s face. My chest puffs out a little. “We were in bed until late this morning.”

A slow smile makes its way onto Rob’s face. “I told you that you’re the real deal.”

“We’d still be in our room if she hadn’t made me get out of bed to get some sun and do a little sight-seeing,” I complain.

She slaps me on the arm, then hides her face. “Stop.”

“We’re married. Isn’t it something that comes naturally to us?”

Her face turns beet red, and she slaps my arm again. “Please stop.”

Rob chuckles and walks away from us, and she looks at me, the red starting to recede. “Why do you have to announce to the bar that we were in bed for two days? It’s embarrassing.”

I pull her chair closer to me. “What we did and do is a natural part of life. We’ve never been able to get enough of each other, and that hasn’t changed. Get used to it.”

I tip her face to mine with my fingers and kiss her on the lips. She responds quickly, and I have to pull back before I forget where we are.

“We are going to spend the rest of the week in bed,” I mumble in her ear, and even as the color creeps up her face again, she nods.

We hang around the bar a little longer, talking to Rob, the other bartender, and a few of the patrons, before deciding to go to the wedding chapel to see if we’re able to find out any additional information there. Rigs excuses herself to go to the bathroom, and I tell her that I’ll meet her outside. I try to call Dad again, and leave a message when it goes to voicemail. I do the same thing with Mom’s telephone number. Waiting for Rigs, I think about what Rob said while we were in the bar.

“The way you two were with each other while you were sober…and then you were the same while you were drunk. You two know each other so well, and the things you do make you fit. You seem to be the yin to her yang.”

The thought of what he said brings a smile to my face. I just need Rigs to realize it too.

Rigs walks out of the bar, straight to me. “Ready?”

I nod and take her hand.

We stroll the two doors down to the wedding chapel. At least it’s a nice one. I know that Rigs would have been unhappy had we gotten married in a trashy one. I open one of the large white double doors for her, and she walks inside. We approach the counter, and the lady at the desk looks up. “Welcome to The Wedding Chapel. Are congratulations in order?”

I guess she recognizes us, because then she says, “It’s you. You two got married Monday night! Everyone is talking about you! What can I do for you?”

“First of all, why is everyone talking about us?” Rigs asks.

“It was the weirdest thing. You had the biggest wedding party we’ve ever seen in this chapel. Everyone we asked how they knew you said they didn’t, but were invited along as you all were walking down the strip. Then there was the man with you who kept throwing money at everyone. He looked just like you,” she points at me, “so I assume he had to be your father. He bought the most extravagant wedding deal we have. He tipped so much. Since we were about to close, he invited us to dance and eat with you all. We danced the night away, and then went to the buffet which had just opened, and he treated us all. All of you were so nice!” She sits back and sighs.

“By any chance did that package include a video of the wedding?” I ask. Maybe Rigs would feel better about this if she could see the wedding.

Her head bobs up and down enthusiastically. “Sure does!”

Rigs perks up. “Can we get a copy of it?”

“Definitely. Give me a couple of minutes.” She stands up and goes into the back.

Rigby leans against me. “We can go back to the room and watch the video of us getting married. Way to make memories.”

If only she knew.

***Rigby

The receptionist comes back with the video. “Here you go! It was a pleasure seeing you again! Congratulations!”

“Thank you very much.” Zach hands her a tip, and we walk out of the front door.

We walk back to the hotel in silence. We take the elevator up to the room and settle down on the couch before putting the DVD in the player. Zach sits back down beside me and presses play.

It opens with our wedding song. It shows me walking up the aisle with Steve, Zach's father, giving me away. I'm looking at myself, and I actually don't look too drunk, which is a positive in my book. I'm wearing a white slip-type dress that drapes down my body. I have a wreath of white flowers in my hair.

Steve escorts me down the aisle to Zach, who is wearing a classic black-and-white tuxedo. The smile on his face is the biggest I've ever seen. He doesn't look drunk either. We reach Zach, and Steve places my hand in his. We turn toward the minister, who starts the ceremony. He reads an exceptional Bible verse, and we say our vows. He pronounces us man and wife, then we kiss. In the background, there are a ton of people watching our ceremony. I look back in the corner, and notice Ramona, Zach's mom.

"Pause the tape!" I tell Zach.

He picks up the remote and stops the DVD. "What?"

"Right there, in the corner." I point. "Isn't that your mom?"

He looks closely at the television. "It is. I wonder why no one figured out who she was. Hmm."

"At least your parents were at our wedding."

He grabs my hand. "I'm sure if your family had known about it, they would have been there. My parents weren't at your wedding. The other one, that didn't happen."

"But they sent a kickass gift." I play with his wedding band. I love that it matches mine. "At least we don't look as drunk as we really were. It was a really nice wedding, and the dress was my dream dress.”

Zach looks into my eyes. "It was the wedding of my dreams too." He shifts in his seat a little. "Let's go have some dinner and find a club to dance the night away." He leans down and nuzzles my neck. "I really want to keep you in bed for the rest of the week, but we do need to see some of the sights."

I hold in the moan that he's eliciting from me. "We really do."

We go to dinner and find a club on the strip. We walk inside, and of course there are some people who recognize us from our wedding. I don't think we pay for a drink the whole night. We make a conscious decision not to get drunk again, so we don't make any other hasty decisions. Although what else are we going to do?