Flight plan filed. Two unnamed guests.

We dropped off DJ at preschool and told them that his grandparents would be coming to pick him up after school today. I hoped no one thought it odd or anything. They'd picked him and JJ up several times before. Why would today be any different? Dante and I headed straight for the airport where Pops jet was gassed and ready to go in the hangar.

I looked over at Dante, stopping him just before walking up the stairs into the jet. "Please don't think I don't want to do this, because I do. I really do. I want to be your wife and I don't want to wait a second longer, but are you sure you want to do it this way? I mean, with everything that's at stake. Is this how you want to do it?"

I would do anything he wanted. I just wanted to be his wife, and if that meant rising getting thrown back in jail and all that bail money going to waste, then I would still do it. No one but the pilot knew where we were going, and I'm sure flight control didn't know who the passengers were. Several people used Pops jets all the time. Yes, this was his family jet, so it could be any number of us in his family. There was no way anyone would know it was us, that it was me, leaving the state when everyone knows I shouldn't.

"Isn't that what I've said? Like a billion times?" I asked, acting like I was looking around. "Does this huge ass jet, does the bags we packed, did the plans we made mean nothing? Because to me it means I'm completely one hundred percent sure that I want this. So, stop questioning it. Just go with it.. okay?" I told her, kissing the top of her hand. "I love you and I want to marry you.." I walked with her up the steps, letting her in first before following behind her. I sat down on the couch, putting my seat belt on and leaning forward to look at her. "Are you not sure?" I asked, wondering if maybe she was shifting how she felt off on me.

I fastened my belt and turned to Dante as he asked if I was alright. I looked down at the ring on my hand and smiled up at him. "I want to marry you. I don't want anything more than to be your wife and I want it right now." I laced my fingers with his, smiling more. "I love you, Dante. I'm ready for this, even if I am scared to death." My eyes widened, shaking my head. "Not of being your wife, babe. Scared of getting caught leaving the state, but I'm not going to let that stop us. I just want to be your wife now."

I almost let my feelings get hurt when she admitted she was scary, thankfully she corrected herself and further helped me understand because I didn't want today to be about hurt feelings. I wanted today to be about happiness, and smiles, and laughs. Today was our wedding day and I had waited so long for today that I wasn't going to let anything ruin it. I clasped both hands in mine, kissing her hands, smiling. "Don't worry. Stop letting the worries of what might happen later affect right now. Right now this is our happy time. Our perfect moment, okay? This is our wedding day. Let's enjoy it and worry about whatever may or may not come tomorrow."

I smiled brightly, inhaling deeply. "Ok," I whispered. "No more worries." I leaned forward, laying my head against his chest. "I can't believe that in a matter of hours I'm going to have everything I never thought I really wanted. And I couldn't be happier!" I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him to me. I couldn't wait.

I leaned back on the couch, hugging her to me, as she was me. I loved being this close to her. Her smell, her touch, the way she felt in my arms, the way her arms felt around me. Nothing made me happier. I kissed her forehead, looking at her. "Well, believe it, babe, because we're going to get all that and so much more." I kissed her lips gently. "I can't wait for you to have my last name. I can't wait for you to be my wife. To have the ring that match this one.. the one that means you're mine and nobody else's." I smiled, loving the sound of the jet starting up.

I smiled brightly, relaxing more against him. "I'm glad we're flying. Driving would just take far too long." And this way, up in the air, we wouldn't be pulled over for any random traffic stop. "What hotel are we going to?"

"I was thinking the Caesars Palace because it's perfect. And from there we go straight to the chapel. We'll get married, go back to the hotel for husband and wife time.." I said smirking, "And after that, have some dinner and be back home by midnight." I didn't want to leave that fast, but, I didn't have much of a choice. The longer we were gone the more chance we had being caught. "Sound good?"

I felt bad that we had to keep things so tight, but it was best. As soon as things went back to normal, we'd have enough time to have a real honeymoon... maybe. I had to believe that I was going to get off... but I was scared of being locked up for life or more. "Caesar's is perfect!" I looked up at him, smiling. "Everything is perfect. Thanks to you." I stretched up, pressing my lips softly to his.

I held her face in my hands, kissing her forehead. "No, everything is perfect because you said yes to me. After all this time. That's why things are perfect... so basically what I'm saying is things are perfect because of you. I love you, Bianca." I gave her a deep kiss before hugging her to me, my lips moving over her forehead. "I never want this day to end. I've never been this happy before. I'm sure of it."

"I love you, Dante," I whispered, enjoying his lips on my forehead. I was glad he was happy. After yesterday, it was good that he could be this happy just the day after. "I'm so glad you're happy."

"I am. Because of you." I said, kissing her cheek before laying back some. I let my hand move over her stomach. "Did you ever.. you know.. get the results?" I was sure it wouldn't matter who the father was.. but it would be nice to know I was for sure.. which I was pretty sure I was. After I let my anger go.. not that it would matter, I would hurt, yes, but I'd love the baby anyways.

I closed my eyes. I hated that I ever had to question who my baby's father was. I only ever wanted to be with Dante. I only ever wanted to have Dante's children. I felt horrible about it, more than anyone could ever understand. "No." I told him silently. "I think I got a voicemail awhile ago saying that it was in, but I never went to pick it up." The truth was, I couldn't... I didn't want to know. I was afraid of the results.

"Would you wanna go get them tomorrow? So we know.." I asked, wondering why I decided to bring this up today of all days.

I sat up, pulling off my seat belt and walking over to the minifridge. Opening the door, I looked in and pulled out a bottle of water and then one for Dante as well. Shutting the door, I stood straight and walked back over to him. Remaining standing, I twisted the lid off of my water and took a long drink. Swallowing, I looked down at him. "I don't want to know. I just want this baby to be yours. I hate that I even had to have a reason to take that test in the first place." I knelt down on the couch beside him, taking his hand and placing it on my stomach. "No one was ever supposed to have access to this part of me but you. No one should have been able to have me when I've always been yours. I just want it to be yours."

I sighed. "This baby is mine. No matter the DNA, Bianca. We both made our mistakes and we have to live with those mistakes but even if this baby isn't mine she or he won't be a mistake. Just a miracle, a surprise, a gift. Okay?" I pulled her to sit on my lap after tugging my seat belt off. "We'll be fine. I love this baby because he or she is a part of you and I love you more than anything. But we should know.. so that way Lucas knows." I hated bringing up that Jolly Green Bastard but I did because he had the right to know if the baby was his or not. Even if I wish he'd jump off a cliff never to be seen again...

I nodded, adjusting myself a bit on his lap, setting my water bottle down on the couch beside us. He had a way of always making me feel better, making me love him even more. "I love you, Dante. I never stopped. You were always the one I wanted to be with. Not just in the waking hours when every moment away from you was an eternity, but in the dark of night too. It was still your arms I dreamt about around me. It was you I wanted in every way."

I smiled. "You're my little poet, huh?" I kissed her forehead. "I felt the same way.. I just don't have fancy words to say it.. I love you, Bianca Parisi. And I'm sorry that things ever went wrong.. I'm just glad we're going back to the right.." I kissed her lips gently, enjoying the sound of the plane off in the air, knowing there was no way to stop us now.

I crinkled my nose slightly, giggling as he kissed me. I didn't feel like a poet, but if he liked what I said, who was I to complain. I pulled back, adjusting my skirt slightly. "So, the dress I brought isn't the dress I pictured I'd get married to you in, but I hope you like it anyway."

"Oh, do I get to see it now?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.

I narrowed my eyes in on him. "Isn't there some silly superstition about bad luck seeing the wedding dress before the wedding?" I bit my lip, trying not to giggle.

I shrugged. "How am I suppose to know? Is there like a guide on getting married or something? Was I suppose to read the rule book before asking you to marry me?" I asked, chuckling as my hand moved over her back some.

I giggled, pulling myself closer to him as I sat on his lap. "Like I would know if there is." I ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "You don't want to wait for me to walk down the isle to you?"

"Well, maybe you're right. I think that's something that I should wait for.. so I can take it all in.. so, yep, we can wait.. even if I wanna see it now." I said with a soft smirk.

I smiled, my fingers moving through his hair. "You can wait. Anticipation can be a very powerful drug."