I must admit that Jazz has an expensive taste. Those platinum rings with emeralds were expensive. I bought them, because she was totally lost in the jewelry store. Fortunately she didn't check the price tag on the rings, or else we could be still there. I was also afraid of she inadvertently telling the shop owner that we were just getting a name marriage, so we didn't need some expensive stuff. In this case we couldn't fool anybody, so I quickly bought the rings. Otherwise, those rings are really look gorgeous. Jazz has definitely a good taste. Expensive, but good. Maybe her blood-related family had a bigger impact on her, than she would have admit.
Her new family members have switched to hyperactive mode. Andrew and Dame have brought her a big plastic bag of medicine, plus a family pack of condom. Jazz's face turns to green, when she sees the item. I don't think we could convince them it was just going to be a fake marriage. Neither the girls nor Ian. Erica and Heather have brought a big, colorful bouquet with a blue ribbon, and put into Jazz's arms.
"Fake marriage, or not, it is her first wedding." Erica says."If we couldn't get you the right clothes due to lack of time, at least have a bouquet of flowers."
"After the wedding, we want to celebrate a little." says Ian, but before we could protest, he continues."It is our gift for you. Fake wedding, or not, Jazz will be the new member of the family for a while, and this alone is worth to celebrate."
We couldn't protest at all. It is very kind from them, despite the quick, surprise wedding. We have a little administration at the town hall, and our wedding ceremony begins. I stand at the table with Erica, and Heather at the other side. They take on the role of wedding witnesses. Jazz is coming to me on Ian's arm for the rhythm of the music. She tries to smile, and this time she manages it. When she arrives to me, she gives her bouquet to Ian. I hold her hand, and we listening to the officer's speak. It is my second marriage, so find the speak about love and honor a bit short. Well, an instant wedding does not come with long speech.
"Tyler Evan Moore, would you like to marry Vanessa Jasmine Carpenter?"
"Yes, I do."
"Vanessa Jasmine Carpenter, would you like to marry Tyler Evan Moore?"
Jazz hesitate a bit, so I squeeze her hand. She smiles at me, and I find her so sweet, that I want to kiss her.
"Yes, I do." She says finally.
We put on the rings, and I kiss her, when the officer would say. I think he says it anyway, but I don't hear him. Jazz's kiss is incredible. I said it would be a fake marriage, but I have certain plans for the night. Including those condoms, Jazz has got from the boys. I hardly believe, that Jazz would against my idea, since she really enjoys the kiss. When we take breath, I hear the officer's coughing. I obey the subtle warning and let go of my wife.
"Ladies and gentlemen! I introduce the Moore couple!"
Our family is clapping. Jazz is smiling, but suddenly her smile fades, and she gets her hand on her belly. But it only lasts for a moment. Her smile returns, we sign the papers, and leave the ceremony room. We are married now. Our family congratulate, and after the big hugs and handshakes we are heading to the restaurant.
But we can't leave the town hall. Jazz suddenly becomes pale, and gets her hand to her belly again. In the next moment she starts to run toward the toilet with a squeezing hand on her mouth. The next moment we hear the sound of her vomiting, because she left the door ajar. The others look at me suspiciously. The appearance is really quite deceptive.
"How long has she been sick?" asks Andrew, switching to the doctor mode. He knows at least that Jazz was sick with a stomach bug.
"From the morning." I reply, worried. "She had to go to the toilet for several times, but she didn't vomit up until now."
"Okay, I look at her." the house doc says, and enters to the women's toilet.
Since we hear Jazz's sobbing, and soft screaming, the girls follow him with me after them.
"What's the matter?" Andrew asks my wife.
"Hurts." She screams, and turns back to the toilet to vomit again.
"Are you pregnant?"
"No." Jazz shakes her head.
"Sure?"
"Sure!!!"
She is totally white, sweat cover her skin, and press her hands to her abdomen.
"Erica, bring here my medical bag, please! The keys are at Dame. You two, help me to lie her down, I want to check her stomach."
Erica storms out, and we all trying to lie Jazz down. It is difficult, because the pain makes her to curl, but somehow we manage. Andrew palpates Jazz's belly and she moans at certain points. Andrew doesn't even have to ask if she is in pain, or not. It is obvious anyway. When Erica returns, the doc makes an injection, and sticks the needle into Jazz's thigh. A minute later the girl relaxes, the pain is visibly subdued. Andrew takes out his cellphone.
"Hello Luke, are you still in? … Good. Is there an empty operating room? … Good. Please stay for a while, I'm bringing you an acute appendicitis. … Ten minutes. Thank you!"
"Appendicitis?!" The girls and I cry in unison.
Only Jazz is silent, and she looks like if she was drunken. Her face and gaze shows some peaceful indifference.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." She says, and stands up on her own, but she begins to sway.
"What did you give her?" asks Heather, worried.
I don't have time to worry, I have to catch the swaying Jazz.
"Help her, I already give her the tranquilizer." asks us Andrew. "I wanted her not to cry during the way to the hospital."
Heather and I hook her arms, and help her out to the car. Erica tells everything to the others, and they follow us.
My wife is silent. Well, she doesn't speak too much either under normal circumstances, but her eyelids a getting close too much. I am getting afraid of Andrew made a mistake with the dose of the medicine. Jazz proves to be really obedient in the car, but when we arrive to the hospital, she wants to refuse the wheelchair. Her tantrum makes me relax about the dose. We all force her into the wheelchair, and Andrew brings her to his fellow surgeon, leaving us at the reception to deal with the paperwork.
"Laboratory tests confirmed the diagnosis. A few minutes and she is taken to the operating room. Help her undress! I have to make a call to her previous doctor." says Andrew half an hour later, when I am done with the bureaucracy.
Jazz sits desperately on the hospital bed, and doesn't show any intention of moving.
"Come on, you have to change into this beautiful blue garment." I try to cheer her up, but I only achieve the opposite. Tears are flowing on her cheeks. "What's the matter?" I ask, and caress her head.
"Nothing." She says, and hugs me at the waist to hide her sobbing.
I caress her back, until she takes strength from herself, and stops crying.
"Sorry." she says and wipes her face with the sleeve of her top.
"Don't mind. Do you want me to call your family?"
"NO!" her reaction is fast and determined. "Could I pay the bill with cash?"
"Yes." I tell her. It is not the right time to discuss about using my health insurance. "Don't worry about it, okay? Let me help you with undressing!"
She nods, but I see in her eyes that her mind is in haze again. Somehow I didn't imagine her undressing like that an hour ago. She lets me to get off her top and bra. When the cool air touch her bare skin, the top of her small breasts are harden. Not to mention my lower parts. Fortunately I wear jeans, and Jazz is too drugged to notice my state. But she is awake enough notices her state, quickly covers her breasts and starts to cry again from shame, I think. I cover her with that garment, I pull her arms out at the sleeves, and I lean her on the back. Under the cover of that blue something, I pull the pants, and the panties in one motion with the socks. She is naked under the garment, that makes me harden better. It doesn't help at all, to think that she is sick.
A huge staff is storming into the room, and they start dealing with Jazz. A man puts her onto a bed with wheels, the nurses check her name on her wristband, wrap her ring around with an adhesive tape so she doesn't have to take it off, cheerfully chatting with her about sleeping a bit, and they are quickly pushing her toward the operating room.
"Don't worry, it is a routine operation, and Luke is the best!" patting my shoulder Andrew reassuringly. "Do you want an ice cream?"
"I am not in the mood of eating one!" I moan gritting my teeth. My abdomen is still under the effect of the naked Jazz.
"I thought it should be in your pants." he grins at me.