“Nothing. I’ve done absolutely nothing.” She flopped back in her seat, and pressed a hand to her head.
“Are you okay?” Was she coming down with something? He didn’t know what to do. What if she was sick?
“No, I’m boring. I’ve never done anything adventurous, or fun, or completely out there. I never challenge myself. I’m boring, Abel. You should just run away from me.”
“Not going to happen.”
“You know what? We should get married. Right now, today.”
“You want to get married?”
“Why not? It’s radical, and it’s awesome. Something completely different, and I want to do it. Can we do it?”
“Just get married?” he asked.
Why are you questioning this?
She’ll regret it.
Not if you treat her like the princess that she deserves.
Abel pulled against the side of the road, and turned toward her. “You want to get married?”
“Yes.”
“No second-guessing, no take-backs.”
“No second-guessing, or take-backs,” she said.
Turn around.
Don’t take advantage.
Even as he thought it, Abel couldn’t drive toward his parents’ house. He should, but this was his opportunity to keep Harper for life. Once she had his ring, it would be difficult for her to get away.
“You’re sure about this?”
“I’m sure about this. I’m not going to back out.”
Abel paused for a second, and caved.
Fuck it, whatever bad shit happened from this, he’d deal with. He always dealt with everything that was thrown at him, and this wasn’t going to be any different.
“We’re going to get married,” he said.
“We are.” She laughed. “I mean, you said it yourself, what could possibly go wrong?”
****
Twenty-four hours later
What did I do?
Harper stared down at the ring on her finger and held onto her stomach. She was going to be sick. What the fuck did she do? Why did she do it?
“Babe, are you okay?” Abel asked.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.”