11: Gunshot Wedding

“Are you crazy?” Xavier bellowed, seemingly horrified. He popped his eyes, throwing his hands around aimlessly. “Marrying a woman you barely know?”

“I am marrying a woman who is carrying my child, Xavier,” Theo grumbled with a dramatic unmanly eye roll.

“But…”

“You have got nothing to worry about.” Theo interrupted, spreading his bed. “It's a marriage of convenience. I have everything taken care of.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Xavier asked curiously.

“I drafted a contract,” Theo answered simply. Xavier shot him a, 'what the hell do you mean?' look. “It's what I do best, right?” He raised his brows expectantly. “I make contracts for a living, this wasn't even remotely hard.” He laughed, pleased with himself.

“You are making Alicia sign a contract?” Xavier asked incredulously. “Don't you think that's too harsh?”

“It's clear as day that I can't trust her,” Theo explained in defeat. “The only way I know how to protect myself is by writing my expectations down.” Xavier want