The Orange Rogue

Chapter Fifteen

Warning: mention of sexual activity

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Three Weeks Later

A had been a few weeks since the incident and Ike still wouldn't allow you to do anything, so you were forced to remain in bed the entire time instead.

"How's my Girl and Munchkin doing?" Ike enters into the bedroom, taking a seat next you on the bed.

You shoot him a frustrated glare then.

"I'm about to go insane from being stuck in this bed whole day."

"The doctor said that you need to take it easy, Sweetheart" Ike reminds you.

"It's been three weeks..." you grumble, crossing your arms over your belly.

"I'm eight months pregnant, and it's becoming very uncomfortable laving to lay in bed whole day."

"I know, Sweetheart" Ike pulls you against him, pressing a kiss into your hair.

"Just give it a few more days, then you can start moving about a bit more."

"Ok..." you sigh out in defeat.

A smirk crosses your lips when an idea suddenly pops up in your head.

"I have an idea as to how you can help me with my boredom..."

"Now, Sweetheart..." Ike responds with a raised brow.

"You need to rest... I don't think what you have in mind would be a good idea right now."

"It would help me relax..." you bat your eyelashes at him.

"I need you, Isaac..." you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering kisses along his jawline.

"Sweetheart..." Ike groans out, slowly losing the battle.

"Please... Isaac..." you murmur into his ear, hands reaching for his belt-buckle.

"You're going to be the death of me..." Ike grunts, beginning to strip off his clothes then.

*****

"That was nice..." you hum out, pressing a kiss into Ike's chest.

"You got what you wanted" Ike smirks at you.

"Happy now?"

"Very much so..." you smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"We should get married as soon as possible" Ike remarks then.

"I want us to be married by the time our baby arrives."

"Ok" you smile in response.

"When do you want to do it?"

"Is three weeks enough time for you?"

"That's over enough time" you nod in agreement.

"We can get married at the court."

"No" Ike shakes his head.

"I want you to have your dream wedding, with anything and everything you want."

"I'll be marrying you, that makes it my dream wedding."

"You sure?" Ike stares down at you and you nod.

"I don't have any family here, it'll just be yours attending, makes it much easier. We can have a big reception with all our friends instead."

"Ok" Ike agrees, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Whatever my lady wants."

*****

Three Day Before The Wedding

"Hey, Dad" Stevie greets entering Y/N's apartment.

"How's Y/N/N's doing?"

"She's doing much better" Ike replies.

"Busy with wedding preparations."

Stevie nods; happy with the good news.

"I'm here to go over the reception's guest list."

"I'll go get her" Ike nods getting up from his seat.

"Hey, Stevie" you greet stepping in the living-room.

"Hey, Mom" Stevie smirks pulling you in for a hug.

"Mom?!" you swat at his shoulder.

"I'm only three years older than you..."

"You are marrying my Dad in three days..." Stevie shrug while chuckling.

"Oh, hush you..." you chuckle at his remark.

"Just came to inform you, that all the arrangements are sorted for the reception. There's extra security arranged to take care of any unwanted guests."

"Thanks, Son" Ike smiles in response.

"And the Press?"

"I've arranged for you guys to leave the back entrance for the ceremony."

"Those vultures still circling about downstairs?" Ike sneers out.

"There's still a few of them" Stevie replies.

"They're worse than a bunch of dogs with a bone."

Ike grimaces at his response.

"Danny called, He, Lauren and Grandpa are arriving tomorrow. Also said; it's a madhouse that side as well with the Press."

"I can only begin to imagine what they have to say about me..." you mumble out.

Ike pulls you into his lap then.

"Don't let those jackasses get to you, Sweetheart."

"I've read the papers, Isaac" you tearfully remark.

"That I'm the reason you divorced Vera, that we've been having an affair for years."

"Shhh... Sweetheart" Ike gently rocks you in arms.

"As long as we know what our truth is; screw what they have to say."

Silently nodding, you get up from his lap then.

"I'm going to lay for a bit. I'll see you later Stevie."

Once you had left the room, Stevie turns to Ike then.

"You should know; there's an article circling around back home. Vera gave an interview, claiming that Y/N broke up your marriage."

"That Bitch!" Ike growls out.

"Can't she leave my family the hell alone. She got her share from the divorce, what more does she fucking want?"

"Don't let her get to you" Stevie attempts to calm Ike down.

"This is exactly what she wants; to worm her way back in by getting a reaction from you."

"You're right" Ike nods, a smirk forms across his lips then.

"I have the perfect plan to shove it her and the Press..."

Stevie stares curiously at him then.

"What ya have in mind?"