Who would even believe she was a mom?
Silently, Melissa settled into the passenger seat.
Marcus couldnât resist ruffling her hair as he said, âPeople might think youâre underage for marriage.
â
Melissa flashed her ID in response.
Marcus just stared, silent.
Finally, Melissa murmured, âYou donât like it? I can wear something else instead.
â
âYou look amazing,â Marcus said in a husky voice.
He leaned over to buckle her seatbelt, stealing a ki*s while doing sOmtte.
Melissa felt a tug at her heartstrings.
After the ki*s, Marcus rested against her shoulder.
âWould you still come back if it werenât for Matthew?â
âI honestly donât know, Marcus.
â
Melissaâs voice was soft.
âBut Matthewâs here.
Weâre back and getting married.
Maybe even having another kid.
â
Lately, theyâd never bother with protection.
And Melissa wasnât opposed to another child.
Marcus didnât ask any more questions.
He tenderly caressed Melissaâs face before starting the car.
At their destination, Sylvia awaited them.
Within thirty minutes, they were officially and legally husband and wife.
As they stepped out, Marcus swiftly took Melissaâs marriage certificate.
Sylvia kept quiet, watching.
Melissa, sliding into the car, protested, âHey, thatâs mine! Give it back!â
Glancing at the certificate, Marcus replied coolly, âRelax.
Iâll keep it safe.
â
Helplessly, Melissa imagined Marcusâ future bossiness.
He seemed intent on controlling everything.
Oddly, Melissa didnât find it repulsive.
Instead, she felt a sense of belonging.
She gazed at Marcus with trust and affection in her eyes.
Catching her glance, Marcus grinned and then started up the car.
In a cheery mood, he cranked up the music.
Grabbing Melissaâs hand, he teased, âMrs.
Fowler, itâs time to get me a ring.
â