Accidentally Wedded
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 19
"Tess.....he went that way! You go around the other side".........
"NYPD! STOP!!!"........
"DROP THE WEAPON!!"........
Gun blast.......pain......fire.......pain........
"CAT!? OH MY GOD!!!! CAT!!!!!!"........
"Vincent.......have to tell him......."
"Hold on Cat! Hold on......."
"You'll be okay, Cat. Everything will be okay".....
"Vincent..........."
pain.....cold.......pain......
blackness........................................................................................
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Catherine groaned as awareness settled over her. She pried open her eyes and
immediately shut them again. Bright, blinding light hit her eyes as she cracked
one open slightly again. She groaned again, just wanting to bury her head under
the pillow.
She tried to move, and pain immediately shot through her upper body, centering
in her shoulder. She moaned, and immediately heard a chair scrap. A large, warm
hand wrapped around hers.
"Catherine? Sweetheart? Can you hear me?" she heard Vincent's beloved voice
ask. With effort, she pried her eyes open again.
Vincent's face came into focus. He looked haggard, like he hadn't slept or
bathed in a few days. His face was worried, and she attempted to smile at him.
She must have succeeded, because Vincent's face lit up and he smile back at
her.
"Heyyyyyyyyy, you're awake! You don't know how scared I was, baby. Are
you in pain? Do you need anything?" he asked her, as his hand rubbed hers.
"Water....." she rasped out. Immediately, he reached for a jug near her
bed, and filled a small cup. Bringing it back, he lifted her up gently, and
placed the cup to her lips. Gratefully, she swallowed the cool liquid. When she
finished, Vincent laid her back down, and took her hand again. How
long...." she whispered.
"You've been in and out of consciousness for 3 days. Do you remember what
happened?" Vincent asked her.
Catherine scrunched up her nose, trying to remember. "Chased........robber.
Cornered him. Shots......fired. Lot of.......pain........"
"That's right, sweetheart. You fired at each other. You shot him in the
chest. He's dead, sweetheart. You brought the robber down."
Catherine smiled. Suddenly, her eyes widened. She tried frantically to sit
up, reaching. Vincent held onto her, keeping her steady. "Vincent.....?"
"Easy, sweetheart. Easy. The baby is fine, darling," Vincent told her.
Catherine allowed him to ease her back down, before she asked, "What?"
He smiled. "I said......our baby is just fine."
"How......?"
He held up a familiar picture. " I found this when I accidentally knocked
your book over. I just kept looking at it, trying to keep myself sane through
all of this."
"I'm so sorry, Vincent," Catherine told him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I should have told you long before now. I wanted to surprise you. But, if
things had gone differently, I could have died, and you would never have known,"
she said, tears in her eyes.
Vincent smiled at her. He took one of her hands in his. The other, he laid on
her belly, feeling the small, barely noticeable bump there. "Baby, do you think
I'm mad? Cause, I'm not. Catherine, I am ecstatic we are having a baby.
My God, when I saw that picture, I was in awe. There are no words to describe
how happy I am. But, what I really want to know is.......How the hell did
you hide it from me for 3 1/2 months!?"
"Well, you and I were both working a lot. And, I didn't have morning sickness,
so that definitely helped. Plus, it's not like you were expecting me to
get pregnant....." Catherine said, trailing off.
"It was right after you had the flu, wasn't it? I didn't even think..... Of
course, you wouldn't take your birth control pills when you were so sick."
"That day....at the Hospital....I wasn't just there to see you. I had just
gotten done with my Doctor, and he had confirmed my pregnancy."
"So, subterfuge huh?" Vincent said, smirking. Catherine blushed.
"I'm sorry....." she said, her voice barely a whisper. Vincent smiled, and
kissed her gently.
"I'm not mad, sweetheart. I'm anything but mad."
"That's good, because I have more things to tell you," Catherine said, as she
worried her lower lip.
Vincent was intrigued now. "Like what?"
"I haven't been....the most .....forthcoming with you about some things."
"Such as...?" Vincent asked.
"Wellllllll........" Catherine started, but stopped. She blushed to
the roots of her hair.
"Am I gonna be happy or mad about what you want to tell me?" Vincent asked,
trying to help her out.
"Ummmmm........happy, I think. I hope so, anyways."
"Well, if it'll make me happy, then I know you haven't been cheating on me,"
Vincent joked, and Catherine's eye's widened. "You haven't been cheating
on me, have you?"
"No! Um.....actually, you are only the second man I've ever had sex with.
And......the first one was also my first and only time....." Catherine said, her
voice trailing off again. Now, Vincent's eyes widened.
"Really? So.......that means...."
"Yes. I basically had zero experience when we got married."
Vincent started grinning. "Well, that explains that," he said.
"Explains what?" Catherine asked, curious.
"How insatiable you are in bed," he deadpanned.
"HEY!!!!! I'm not the only insatiable one here!!"
Vincent leaned up, and said, "Damn straight," just before he captured her
lips with his. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she moaned, her tongue
dueling with his. Vincent's hands went to her hair, as he continued to plunder
her mouth.
Pulling back a few minutes later, they both panted. He placed his forehead
against hers. "Catherine.......I am so in love with you."
Catherine gasped. How long had she wanted to hear those
words?
"I've been in love with you since the first day I met you. I should have told
you so much sooner. I didn't know how to, though. I don't want you to feel
pressured though. If you don't feel the same, I understand. I just.....wanted
you to know," Vincent told her, his eyes shining.
Catherine smiled and cupped his face gently. "I love you, too. I have for
years," she said softly. Vincent gasped and smiled widely.
"Catherine. does that mean you want to stay married?" he asked, his voice
hopeful.
She laughed softly. "Yes, I want to be your wife, forever...."
"Me too. Your husband, I mean. Not your wife," Vincent said, causing
Catherine to laugh again. "Hahahaha..." he said dryly.
"Oh, come on. It was funny," she said.
"A little funny," he conceded.
"Just hurry up and get better. I want to take my wife and baby home. And,
hopefully, we'll be adding on to our family later down the road. Course, we will
have to budget our money a bit."
"No, we won't. That's the other thing I should tell you. Money isn't gonna be
a problem for us, anytime in the near future," Catherine said, causing Vincent
to stare at her. "I...uh....have a trust fund my grandparents set up for me when
I was younger."
Vincent's eyes widened. "Really!? And...exactly how much is in this trust
fund of yours?"
"Well.....with interest accrued and turnovers, about several million
dollars......." Catherine said, and Vincent almost fell out of his chair. He
gaped at her.
"Several MILLION dollars!!?? Holy FUCK!!! Do I even want to
know?"
"Old money. My great grandpa started "Chandler Incorporated" back in 1920. My
grandfather, father, and myself are all only children. It's already been set up
that any children I have will also receive a trust fund. So, as I said, money
isn't going to be a problem."
"I guess not....." Vincent said, his mind reeling with information. Then, he
got a serious look on his face. "Catherine....."
She heard something in his voice that she had never heard before. "What is
it...."
"You should know that I can remember everything from the night we got
married," he told her.
She nodded, and looked him in the eye. "Tell me...."
"Well.................."
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 19
"Tess.....he went that way! You go around the other side".........
"NYPD! STOP!!!"........
"DROP THE WEAPON!!"........
Gun blast.......pain......fire.......pain........
"CAT!? OH MY GOD!!!! CAT!!!!!!"........
"Vincent.......have to tell him......."
"Hold on Cat! Hold on......."
"You'll be okay, Cat. Everything will be okay".....
"Vincent..........."
pain.....cold.......pain......
blackness........................................................................................
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Catherine groaned as awareness settled over her. She pried open her eyes and
immediately shut them again. Bright, blinding light hit her eyes as she cracked
one open slightly again. She groaned again, just wanting to bury her head under
the pillow.
She tried to move, and pain immediately shot through her upper body, centering
in her shoulder. She moaned, and immediately heard a chair scrap. A large, warm
hand wrapped around hers.
"Catherine? Sweetheart? Can you hear me?" she heard Vincent's beloved voice
ask. With effort, she pried her eyes open again.
Vincent's face came into focus. He looked haggard, like he hadn't slept or
bathed in a few days. His face was worried, and she attempted to smile at him.
She must have succeeded, because Vincent's face lit up and he smile back at
her.
"Heyyyyyyyyy, you're awake! You don't know how scared I was, baby. Are
you in pain? Do you need anything?" he asked her, as his hand rubbed hers.
"Water....." she rasped out. Immediately, he reached for a jug near her
bed, and filled a small cup. Bringing it back, he lifted her up gently, and
placed the cup to her lips. Gratefully, she swallowed the cool liquid. When she
finished, Vincent laid her back down, and took her hand again. How
long...." she whispered.
"You've been in and out of consciousness for 3 days. Do you remember what
happened?" Vincent asked her.
Catherine scrunched up her nose, trying to remember. "Chased........robber.
Cornered him. Shots......fired. Lot of.......pain........"
"That's right, sweetheart. You fired at each other. You shot him in the
chest. He's dead, sweetheart. You brought the robber down."
Catherine smiled. Suddenly, her eyes widened. She tried frantically to sit
up, reaching. Vincent held onto her, keeping her steady. "Vincent.....?"
"Easy, sweetheart. Easy. The baby is fine, darling," Vincent told her.
Catherine allowed him to ease her back down, before she asked, "What?"
He smiled. "I said......our baby is just fine."
"How......?"
He held up a familiar picture. " I found this when I accidentally knocked
your book over. I just kept looking at it, trying to keep myself sane through
all of this."
"I'm so sorry, Vincent," Catherine told him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I should have told you long before now. I wanted to surprise you. But, if
things had gone differently, I could have died, and you would never have known,"
she said, tears in her eyes.
Vincent smiled at her. He took one of her hands in his. The other, he laid on
her belly, feeling the small, barely noticeable bump there. "Baby, do you think
I'm mad? Cause, I'm not. Catherine, I am ecstatic we are having a baby.
My God, when I saw that picture, I was in awe. There are no words to describe
how happy I am. But, what I really want to know is.......How the hell did
you hide it from me for 3 1/2 months!?"
"Well, you and I were both working a lot. And, I didn't have morning sickness,
so that definitely helped. Plus, it's not like you were expecting me to
get pregnant....." Catherine said, trailing off.
"It was right after you had the flu, wasn't it? I didn't even think..... Of
course, you wouldn't take your birth control pills when you were so sick."
"That day....at the Hospital....I wasn't just there to see you. I had just
gotten done with my Doctor, and he had confirmed my pregnancy."
"So, subterfuge huh?" Vincent said, smirking. Catherine blushed.
"I'm sorry....." she said, her voice barely a whisper. Vincent smiled, and
kissed her gently.
"I'm not mad, sweetheart. I'm anything but mad."
"That's good, because I have more things to tell you," Catherine said, as she
worried her lower lip.
Vincent was intrigued now. "Like what?"
"I haven't been....the most .....forthcoming with you about some things."
"Such as...?" Vincent asked.
"Wellllllll........" Catherine started, but stopped. She blushed to
the roots of her hair.
"Am I gonna be happy or mad about what you want to tell me?" Vincent asked,
trying to help her out.
"Ummmmm........happy, I think. I hope so, anyways."
"Well, if it'll make me happy, then I know you haven't been cheating on me,"
Vincent joked, and Catherine's eye's widened. "You haven't been cheating
on me, have you?"
"No! Um.....actually, you are only the second man I've ever had sex with.
And......the first one was also my first and only time....." Catherine said, her
voice trailing off again. Now, Vincent's eyes widened.
"Really? So.......that means...."
"Yes. I basically had zero experience when we got married."
Vincent started grinning. "Well, that explains that," he said.
"Explains what?" Catherine asked, curious.
"How insatiable you are in bed," he deadpanned.
"HEY!!!!! I'm not the only insatiable one here!!"
Vincent leaned up, and said, "Damn straight," just before he captured her
lips with his. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she moaned, her tongue
dueling with his. Vincent's hands went to her hair, as he continued to plunder
her mouth.
Pulling back a few minutes later, they both panted. He placed his forehead
against hers. "Catherine.......I am so in love with you."
Catherine gasped. How long had she wanted to hear those
words?
"I've been in love with you since the first day I met you. I should have told
you so much sooner. I didn't know how to, though. I don't want you to feel
pressured though. If you don't feel the same, I understand. I just.....wanted
you to know," Vincent told her, his eyes shining.
Catherine smiled and cupped his face gently. "I love you, too. I have for
years," she said softly. Vincent gasped and smiled widely.
"Catherine. does that mean you want to stay married?" he asked, his voice
hopeful.
She laughed softly. "Yes, I want to be your wife, forever...."
"Me too. Your husband, I mean. Not your wife," Vincent said, causing
Catherine to laugh again. "Hahahaha..." he said dryly.
"Oh, come on. It was funny," she said.
"A little funny," he conceded.
"Just hurry up and get better. I want to take my wife and baby home. And,
hopefully, we'll be adding on to our family later down the road. Course, we will
have to budget our money a bit."
"No, we won't. That's the other thing I should tell you. Money isn't gonna be
a problem for us, anytime in the near future," Catherine said, causing Vincent
to stare at her. "I...uh....have a trust fund my grandparents set up for me when
I was younger."
Vincent's eyes widened. "Really!? And...exactly how much is in this trust
fund of yours?"
"Well.....with interest accrued and turnovers, about several million
dollars......." Catherine said, and Vincent almost fell out of his chair. He
gaped at her.
"Several MILLION dollars!!?? Holy FUCK!!! Do I even want to
know?"
"Old money. My great grandpa started "Chandler Incorporated" back in 1920. My
grandfather, father, and myself are all only children. It's already been set up
that any children I have will also receive a trust fund. So, as I said, money
isn't going to be a problem."
"I guess not....." Vincent said, his mind reeling with information. Then, he
got a serious look on his face. "Catherine....."
She heard something in his voice that she had never heard before. "What is
it...."
"You should know that I can remember everything from the night we got
married," he told her.
She nodded, and looked him in the eye. "Tell me...."
"Well.................."
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