I slowly lowered the tweezers into the wound.

Zed winced. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to numb it?”

“You don’t have that here now, do we? So shut your mouth and lemme do what I'm tryna do.” 

After a lot of back and forth, later I finally pulled out the blade and placed it on a table next to the couch.

“How the hell do you not have numbing spray, but you have a surgical needle and thread?” I mumbled.

“I don’t know, honestly…”

“I also know how to do this, so trust me,” I said, threading the needle.

“Alright…”

“Okay, so this is lowkey awkward, but also can we talk about you stalking me? Like, what the heck was that?” I said, getting close to the wound.

“Oh, so that… it's true, but I didn’t realize it,” he started nervously. “I would just, you know, try to talk to you, and I just ended up following you–OW!” 

“It's gonna hurt…” I said, stitching up the wound. “Well, you know what I did worse… so I guess I forgive that you stalked me?”

A pause.

“Izy? What should we do now–like our relationship?” he asked cautiously.

“I mean we both are crazy ass people, cause you're like in the mafia, and we kinda are in love or whatever,” I said, spitting out whatever comes into my mouth. “I guess it's only right if we get a step further into our relationship. Also, this is so weird. Why did you forgive me so easily? I messed with you.”

“I guess I just love you very much that I’m willing to forgive you whatever it is, and it's not like I’ve been this nice man all along? I mean, I lied to you as well,” he said, wincing.

“We are gonna build up a lot of trust if we continue our relationship… should we really get married?” I mumbled.

“Well yeah… I guess we do need trust, but we can figure it out… would you say that we both needed normal lives?”

“I guess… we did… can we get normal lives?...” I asked hesitantly.

“We can,” said Zed with no hesitation. “Let’s do it… We are going to need a lot of trust, but let's do it; let's get married. And let's live normal lives.”

I thought for a moment. He was right; we were going to need a lot of trust, but hey, we’re both crazy; let's do it for the plot.

“...Okay… let’s do it; if it doesn’t end up okay, we can always get a divorce,” I said just as I finished the last stitch on his wound.

“Yeah…”

“Imma bandage it up now.”

“Okay…” 

“Okay, I think we were much more talkative before we got to know each other,” I said as I picked up a bandage from the kit. I glanced over at Zed, only to see him reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“What are you doing? You're in the middle of treatment! Gosh, how are you conscious? Right, like I know I told you not to die, but doesn’t it hurt?”

“I’m used to this, and give me a sec, I need to make a call…”

[A few hours later]

Group Chat: Crazy Izy and the responsible people 💅🏻

Izabella:

So I just wanna say 

I was very close to getting into the mafia 

But we decided to live a normal life

And I just got married…

Chloe:

???

Wtf???

Jazmin:

I just left you just a month ago

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU JOKING?

Reya:

MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHO THE FUCK DID YOU MARRY!

Chloe:

EXACTLY YOUR NOT EVEN OVER ZED YET

Izabella:

I don’t need to get over him 🙄

Apparently Zed’s dad owns a mafia-type business

And I just got married to him 

Signed the papers and everything

Deal with it. 🙄

Jazmin:

WAIT

YOU MET ZED AGAIN

Izabella:

Yeah, and he forgave me for faking my death 

Cause he was quote-on-quote 

He wasn’t even a nice person

And like he stalked me and stuff

So yeah

Chloe:

WAIT WTF

STALKING!!!!

Reya:

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???

Izabella:

I got married duhhh 🙄🙄🙄

Reya:

I called it, but wtfffffff

Izabella:
I’ll debrief you guys later. 

On FaceTime

But I gotta go now cuz 

Zed’s taking me to our honeymoon

Even though he’s injured 🙄

Jazmin:

HONEYMOON?????

Chloe:

INJUREDDDD!!!!!

…

“And that, my little munchkins, is how I got married to your grandpa.”

“WOAH!!!! Granny your sooooo cool!” she said excitedly. “And here I thought I was living my best life! You're inspiring me to do that to Jeremy.”

Zed walked up behind my chair and kissed me on my cheek. “I do not recommend that you do that to him; I don’t think he can be as forgiving as I was.”

“I think that proves if he’s loyal or not.” Xavier chimed in. “Do it, sister. I one hundred percent support you!”

“AYEEEEEE,” yelled Aylin.

Zed chuckled, “Alright, do as you wish; we are all here to support whatever you do.”

“Okay, but grandpa, I need to hear the story from your perspective; y'all had the most interesting life ever!” said Aylin.

“Yeah!” said Xavier.

“Alright, alright lets have dinner first!”

“Okay!!” the kids yelled.