I jerk the paper back and scrawl my best approximation of her name across the bottom. I add my own signature and then gesture at the Bible laying on Abbott’s desk. “Get your script and let’s go.”
“Since when can you marry people, Abbott?”
“It’s a long story, but basically it’s because I wanted to earn a little extra on the side.”
I bring my hand down heavy on Abbott’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. Your bank account will look very healthy after tonight.”
Abbot switches his gaze from the signed document and then over to Sunny. He bites his lip and shakes the paper. “I don’t know. I need to talk to Sunny for a minute.” He swings around the counter to approach Sunny. When he reaches her, he crouches down and lays a hand over her back. I growl. They both ignore me.
“Honey, you do not have to marry this guy. It’s the twenty-first century.”
“She damned well does have to marry me,” I snap. “She’s having my baby.”
Henri pauses for a half second before leaping in again. “Even so, no one gets married these days just because of babies.”
“That’s right,” Sunny agrees.
I gape at her in shock.
“There’s no right order of things,” she continues. “I shouldn’t be upset that the baby came before marriage, but I didn’t want this.”
“What?” I must’ve shouted because both of them jerk in response.
“I want the baby,” Sunny cries. “It’s the wedding I don’t want.”
Abbott gets right to his feet, swipes the paper off the counter, and rips it in half. “Wedding’s off,” the asshole declares.
“The fuck it is.” I start filling out a new form immediately.
“The wedding is supposed to come first,” Sunny wails. “And your parents are supposed to be there and everyone at the school.” She plucks at her sweatpants. “I can’t get married in these.”
“She’s right,” Abbott says unhelpfully. “Every person I know that has worn athleisure to their wedding has gotten a divorce.”
“I don’t even want to know the statistics on that, Abbott.” I turn to Sunny. “We’ll have a big wedding later. No one needs to know about this but you, me, and Abbott, and I can kill Abbott if it makes you feel better, but I swear to God, we aren’t leaving this courthouse until you are Mrs. Dunn.”