Free Melody Anne's Billionaire Universe: Unexpected Plans (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Liliana Rhodes

Nilsson came into view. He was gently wiping his Ferrari with a shammy.
    A cramp shot through her abdomen again and she gasped.
    "I saw that," Griffin said. "We're going to the hospital."
    "No, I'm fine. It's probably just the breakfast burrito."
    "Better safe than sorry, Keira. I'll just run in and tell my parents."
    As Griffin ran inside, Nilsson waved and walked over to the Porsche. Keira lowered the passenger window.
    "Everything okay? Where's Griffin going?" he asked.
    "I'm having some weird cramps," she said. "Griffin thinks I should go to the hospital—"
    "The hospital? Oh, then we should be on our way."
    Griffin stepped outside with his parents as Nilsson ran towards the garage.
    "I'll bring the Maybach around front," he called out. "I'm driving!"
    "No, wait," Keira said, but it was too late. Everyone was going to the hospital with her.
    Keira sat in the front passenger seat to make it easy for her to get in and out of the car. Griffin sat behind her and held her hand while Nilsson drove.
    The hospital was at the other end of the old downtown. Keira was feeling better and hadn't had a cramp since they left. She was looking at the old buildings as they drove through the town's main street when she noticed City Hall.
    "Stop!" she screamed.
    Nilsson slammed on the brakes.
    "What is it? Did your water break?" Griffin asked.
    "No, I'm fine. But that's City Hall. I know we're planning a big wedding after the baby is born, but I don't know. I want to get married now."
    "Now?" Nilsson asked. "I'll find parking."
    Walt, Emme, Griffin, Keira, and Nilsson entered City Hall, and Keira took the lead. She found the department that issued marriage licenses and as she took the form, another cramp shot through her abdomen.
    The form floated to the ground as Griffin put his arms around her.
    "I'm fine," she said.
    "Are you sure about this?" he asked.
    "I've never been more sure about anything."
    "I can't believe you're being so impulsive." Griffin leaned closer to Keira. "It's sexy as hell."
    She giggled before another cramp stopped her. Tears filled her eyes.
    "How long is this going to take?" Walt grumbled to the woman seated behind the counter.
    "Well, once the form is completed, they'll have to wait for the next available judge unless they make an appointment," she said. "We always recommend appointments."
    "We don't have time for that. Where's the judge?" Walt looked around then noticed a tall man in robes heading towards the men's room. "Excuse me, Your Honor."
    The judge turned around. "Yes?"
    Griffin helped Keira sit on a wooden bench as she started to regulate her breathing.
    "My future daughter-in-law is in labor and wants to get married now. How long will this take?" Walt asked.
    Keira gasped as pain wracked through her middle.
    "I'm in the middle of reviewing documents, plus I'm not on duty for officiating weddings today," the judge said.
    Walt's face scrunched. He glanced over at Keira and nodded his head before turning back to the judge.
    "I will give you $100,000 if you come with us to the hospital and marry my kids on the way."
    The judge's jaw dropped open. His eyes moved from Walt over to Griffin and Keira. Slowly, he started to nod.
    "I have kids of my own," he said. "And grandchildren, too. Let's go."
    The clerk waved the license in the air, and Walt grabbed it as they joined Nilsson in the waiting car.
    Griffin squeezed in the front of the Maybach between Nilsson and Keira while the judge sat directly behind them.
    "Fly, Nilsson," Griffin said.
    With a nod, Nilsson pulled the car onto the street. He had spent a summer working as a New York City cab driver when he was younger, and it was time to put that driving experience to good use.
    "Dearly beloved," the judge said.
    Keira began to breath rhythmically like she learned in a class they took a couple of months ago. Pain drove through her body, and she squeezed Griffin's hand as she gritted her teeth.
    "Breathe, honey," Griffin said.
    "What do you think I'm doing?"