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"I'm not." I giggled. "But...you what I don't understand?" I pulled back to look at Saul again. His eyes were open and his blue eyes shined softly in the morning light. "Maybe I shouldn't." I shook my head as I looked at him.

"No. What?" Saul asked, smiling softly at me.

"I don't understand how you can look so good this early in the morning." I said. Saul laughed.

"I should be saying that to you." He whispered before leaning down to kiss me. "Obscure Christmas movie quotes. Nice." My cheeks heated up again and I hid my face in his neck again with a laugh.

"Shut up." I sighed. "It was my favorite Christmas movie as a kid. I still watch it every year."

"Yeah well you get what you give and all that." Saul said, rolling onto his back. My head shot up as I stared at him. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he looked up at the mirror.

"How..." I asked. Saul shrugged. "Saul that is a fucking Hallmark movie!"

"Yeah. And?" He asked. I gave him a look and he sighed. "Francesca once lost the remote to the TV in my office. I couldn't change the channel for weeks."

"Saul. You lazy bum." I laughed. He shrugged. "You couldn't get up and change the channel on the TV yourself?"

"What can I say? They got some good movies." Saul shrugged again. I rolled my eyes at him as I settled on his chest. We laid there is silence for while before he hugged me tight. "Today's the day." He mused quietly. "You sure you still want to go through with this?" I nodded.

"Yeah." I said, propping my chin on his chest. "Never been so sure of anything in my life if we're being honest." Saul smiled as his fingers started drawing little hearts on my back.

"Ok. Good." He looked back up to the mirror. "I'll have someone come in and take that down while we're at the courthouse. I know a couple people who might be able to marry us today." I looked over my shoulder at the mirror.

"I'm still sorry..." Saul leaned up and kissed me.

"Do not apologize. You gotta stop doing that sweetheart." He whispered, pressing his forehead against mine as we moved to sit on the bed. "Ok. Maybe now is a good time to discuss this. We gotta set a few ground rules for this to work." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Ok..." I tugged the blanket up around me. Saul noticed and reached under the bed. He pulled a shirt up and held it out to me. I recognized it as his dress shirt and threw it on. "This could make or break our decision here. You know that right Saul?" He smiled at me.

"Not like that. I'm not about to tell you to quit your job and become my little house spouse. Ready for sex at my beck and call." Saul held up his hands. "I'm talking things like the constant apologizing for things I'm already ok with. Thinking that you have to do everything I say or get permission to do certain things. Like calling off work." He gave me a look.

"Oh shit." I got off the bed to look for my phone. Saul held his out. "Thanks." I dialed the number for the school office and paced as I waited for them to pick up. "Hi! I'm not going to be in today. Something came up and I...Yes I know I don't have much time left. I know...I know...I should be in tomorrow. Ok. Thank you." I hung up and smiled at Saul. "I'm all yours today." He got up and hugged me.

"Good." He whispered before kissing me again. "Let me get dressed. Then we can go get your car and you can get ready."

"You going to drive us to the courthouse or should I meet you there?" I asked. Saul paused.

"Up to you." He finally said. "I know the groom isn't supposed to see beforehand."

"But your car is so freaking nice." I whined as I sagged against him. Saul chuckled.

"Ok ok. If you aren't superstitious about all that then I can drive us." He assured me. "Grab your underwear and your pants. I'll get dressed. Then we can go." He kissed my cheek before heading towards his closet. I watched him open the door and gasped as I followed him.

"Holy crap! And a walk in closet Saul!" I exclaimed as I followed him in. Saul turned look at me and blinked as he looked around.

"Yeah..." He looked back at me with a shrug as he went for a white dress shirt. "Is that..." Saul chuckled as he watched me looking around in awe. "I'll make room for your stuff. Don't worry. Like I said, this is all about to become yours too."

"Now this is something I can live with." I laughed. "To think I'm going from a crappy apartment to a fucking mansion!" Saul watched as I spun around. He chuckled as he shook his head and went in search for a suit. "Hey! Don't you dare go commando at our wedding." I pointed at him before leaving the closet to grab my clothes from the night before. I ended up dumping my shirt in the laundry basket, realization landing that it was now something that I could do. I was putting my shoes back on when Saul walked out. "Wow." I breathed as I took him in.

"This is not the first time you have seen me in a suit." He said, blushing a little as he fixed his tie. "The only time you haven't was last night."

"Yeah but..." I shrugged. "Every girl crazy bout a sharp dressed man." Saul laughed as he grabbed his keys. His blush had deepened and he had a hard time looking at me.

"Alright charmer." He said, holding the door open for me. "Let's go. Car first then apartment. I'll follow you there." I nodded as I headed over to his car. It was quiet in the car as we went back to the office. Saul held my hand as the radio played softly. "Ok. I'll be right behind you." I nodded as I got out of the car and headed to my own. Saul waited until I pulled out to get behind me. The drive to my apartment didn't take long and Saul was quick to pull in beside me.

"It isn't much. But its home." I shrugged. Saul nodded as he followed me up to my unit. "Lucky for me my rent is up next week. And I no longer have to renew or look for a place. Thank you for that." I kissed Saul's cheek as I headed into my bedroom.

"Are you serious?" Saul asked.

"Yep!" I called back as I started going through my wardrobe. "Couldn't have had better timing." I managed to find an outfit that matched Saul's. I quickly got dressed and packed an overnight bag. When I walked back out into my living room, Saul was looking around while talking on the phone.

"Yeah the extra key is the same place it was when you installed it." Saul said, turning to look at me. His eyes went wide and he mouthed 'wow' at me. "I know I know. I'll move it tomorrow." Saul walked over and tugged me closer with a hand on my waist. "Well because I'm busy today. Yeah. So put it back when you are done and charge it to my account." Saul leaned down to kiss me. "By the way you aren't going to be dealing with me much more. My new spouse is going to take over handling the house. So anything they want, charge it to my account." He hung up after. "And just like that...you are about to become Mx. (Y/N) Goodman." I giggled as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Saul, you're too good to me." I whispered. He chuckled.

"Yeah well." He breathed out as he kissed me again. "Come on. I already called a friend who will do the ceremony. Don't want to keep him waiting." He reached over and took my bag. I nodded as I took his hand and followed him down to his car. "Are we going to head back to mine or yours tonight?"

"Preferably yours." I said, leaning into him. "And then we can consummate the marriage before moving me out of this shithole." Saul laughed as we headed down to his car. Nervous energy filled the small space as we headed to the courthouse. He held my hand tightly as we pulled into the parking garage. "We're really doing this." I breathed as we got out. Saul nodded.

"We are." He breathed. "Unless you want to back out..." He gave me a look. I shook my head. "Well then its showtime folks." Saul smiled brightly at me before offering me his arm. I held tightly to him as we headed in and past security. Saul guided me towards a reception desk. "Hi. We're looking for Judge Rodriguez. I'm Saul Goodman." Saul said, tapping the desktop. The woman behind the desk scribbled something on a piece of paper before handing it to Saul. He smiled at her before turning to me and raising his eyebrows. I smiled back at him before he led me down the hall to the elevator.

"Do you know this Judge Rodriguez?" I asked as the elevator climbed. Saul nodded.

"He uh...he's one of the only ones I trust to not blab it to anyone we wouldn't want to know." Saul said. "A lot of these guys...well I mean everyone has a price. Clearly." He laughed as the doors opened with a ping. There was an excited bounce in his step as he led me down the hall. "404...405...406! Ready?" I nodded as I smiled excitedly at him.

"I can't believe we're doing this." I murmured as he pushed the door open.

"Mr. Goodman." Judge Rodriguez said, folding his arms over his desk. Saul smiled at him.

"Fred. Good to see you again." Saul said as he let go of my arm to head over to the bench. "May I introduce the wonderful soon to be Mx. Saul Goodman, (Y/N) (L/N). By the way thank you for this." Judge Rodriguez nodded and motioned for us to take our places.

"Let's make this quick. I have a murder trial coming through in about ten minutes. I'm sure there is a witness." He said. Saul nodded and turned to face me. Francesca walked in and rolled her eyes at Saul. I smiled softly at her as she came to stand off to the side. "Alright. Let's get this started. We are gathered here..."

"The short version will work I'm sure." Saul turned to look at me. I nodded.

"The short version works for me." I agreed. Francesca sighed as Judge Rodriguez chuckled.

"Alright. The short version it is." He said, a twinkle in his eye. "Before I forget, Saul you filed the paperwork from the last three divorces right?" I raised an eyebrow at Saul as he nodded, his face paling slightly.

"Yeah. Everything is all filed. And I'll pay the clerk on my way out for the license." Saul said, folding his hands together so he didn't fidget.

"Ok then." Judge Rodriguez nodded. "Do you James Morgan McGill take (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded spouse? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?" All the blood drained from Saul's face. He cleared his throat before glancing at the judge.

"I do." He croaked out. I reached out and interlocked our fingers.

"Do you (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) take James Morgan McGill to be your lawfully wedded spouse? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, til death do you part?" I smiled encouragingly at Saul as he started to fidget.

"I do." I said, squeezing his hands. Saul let out a sigh of relief as Judge Rodriguez smirked at him.

"Then by the power vested in me by the state of New Mexico, I now pronounce you married." Judge Rodriguez waved a hand at us. "You may kiss now." Saul stood frozen, making me tug him closer so I could kiss him. He seemed to relax as I held onto his lapels. We broke apart to Francesca's applause. The color was returning to Saul's face as he looked between the other two people in the room.

“What do you mean?” Victoria’s gaze moved from Trinity to Abbot and back again.

“I mean,” Trinity drew the words out in annoyance, as if it should be obvious what she was getting at without her needing to explain. “He’s cool. SWAT, the leg, him and Robby are besties. Like, what’s his story?”

“Why do you care?” Victoria was so confused as to the point of this conversation.

Trinity shrugged one shoulder. “Thinking about going on nights for a while. It wouldn’t hurt to have an in with the attending.”

Victoria’s eyes went wide before she nodded once as if that made sense. “You should ask him about his wife. He loves talking about her. It’ll totally get you points.”

“He’s married?” Dennis asked.

She looked at him. “Yeah, didn’t you notice the ring?”

“Well, we haven’t really been around him much to be fair,” he said.

Trinity smiled. “Thanks for the solid, Crash.” She hopped to her feet and patted the younger woman on the shoulder as Abbot walked past them to head into the breakroom. “You’re coming with me, Huckleberry.”

“But—What? I was helping Vict—”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Victoria rushed to assure him, waving a hand through the air. “I’ll ask someone else.”

As she turned to hurry away, she hoped they hadn’t noticed the gleeful expression on her face.

When they hurried into the breakroom, they found the attending sitting at one of the tables with a cup of coffee. “H-hey, Dr. Abbot,” Dennis greeted.

“What’s up? Why are you here anyway?” Trinity added as she grabbed an energy drink from the fridge.

Jack looked between the two of them with a frown not saying anything. Finally, he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. “Morning admin meeting. Now, what do you want?”

Dennis started to stutter out an excuse but Trinity talked over the top of him. “We were wondering about your wife, is all.”

“My wife.” Jack’s voice was rough, low. His gaze darted between the two of them. “Would you like to hear about my leg next? Why don’t we just rehash all of my trauma?”

Dennis’ eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open slightly. Oh no. Shit.

Trinity sat at the table. “Yes, actually. What happened?”

Jack turned his head slowly to look at the resident, an unimpressed expression on his face. “Robby crashed his fuckass motorcycle with me on the back. They had to amputate.”

Trinity’s mouth dropped open. “Holy shit. Really?”

“No.”

Her mouth opened and closed before she said, “Oh.” She glanced at Dennis who stood behind Abbot shaking his head and mouthing the word No. “So, what about your wife then?”

“My wife was the most remarkable woman. I have never and will never love anyone like her. I will love her and only her for the rest of my life.”

Trinity swallowed hard. “What happened to her?”

Jack blinked once. Twice. “Robby crashed his fuckass motorcycle with her on the back. She didn’t make it.” His tone was flat, emotionless.

Trinty physically recoiled ever so slightly. “Listen, I’m sorry if—”

This time it was Dennis cutting her off, just as the breakroom door opened. “Dr. Abbot, we are so sorry. We didn’t mean to bring up any trauma or whatever. Seriously, we were just trying to get to know you.”

“What’s going on in here?” Robby asked.

“We were just asking Abbot about his wife,” Trinity said as she stood.

Robby narrowed his gaze. “And what did Jack have to say about the Mrs.?”

“Just about how much he loved her. It was very sweet really,” Dennis hurried to say before pushing Trinity out of the room.

“I think Crash set us up,” she said once they’d reached the hub.

“Ya think?” Dennis asked, sarcasm heavy in his voice.

“Good for her.”

Dennis just shook his head as he watched his roommate leave to check on a patient. He glanced back to the closed door of the breakroom before walking off himself. Whatever had happened to Dr. Abbot’s wife, he obviously still loved her deeply. Dennis could only hope he’d find a relationship like that someday.

Roughly an hour later, Dennis was heading back toward the hub when he saw you standing next to Robby. He briefly considered introducing himself knowing you were the other night shift attending. His gaze caught on Abbot making his way to you, bag over his shoulder. And his eyes glued to your ass.

Dennis frowned. Hadn’t the man just been extoling his wife’s virtues and now here he is staring at yours? Dennis was oddly offended on Mrs. Abbot’s behalf. He walked over to where the older man was making no effort to hide his obvious leering and stood beside him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I thought you’d never love anyone like you loved your wife.”

Jack huffed a humorless laugh. “You got that right, kid.”

“Then what is this?”

“This is me appreciating what’s right in front of me.”

“Are you staring at my ass again?” you asked, not even glancing over your shoulder.

“I told you if you don’t want me staring at it, you shouldn’t put it in front of me,” Jack said.

Dennis curled his lip. Abbot was disgusting. He’d actually felt sorry for him and now—The thought cut off abruptly as Abbot wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple.

Robby shook his head. “Whitaker, have you two met?”

“No.” Dennis stepped forward as Robby introduced you.

He finished with, “Also known as Mrs. Abbot.”

“Oh.” Dennis processed what he’d just been told. “Oh!”

Jack just grinned as you elbowed him in the side. “What did you do this time?”

“Why do you always think I did something?”

You stared at him without saying anything.

Finally, he said, “Okay. Fair.”

“I don’t…I’m so confused,” Dennis said with a helpless look at Robby.

Robby put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll get used to it.

"I have to work tomorrow!" I couldn't stop smiling as I watched him drive us to his house.

"Call off." Saul shrugged again. "Spend the day with me. Blowing off potential clients." A heavy weight settled in my chest.

"I can't." I murmured. Saul glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.

"What? Listen sweetheart it isn't that big a deal. Playing hooky is something I'm sure those teens do all the time. You work hard enough. You should be allowed..." Saul said.

"I don't have much time left." I cut in. Saul looked at me as we pulled up to a red light.

"How do you not have time left?" He asked. "Wait do you get sick often? Am I going to have to play nurse?" His smile grew. "Oh I get it. You've been playing hooky already. Got a bad streak in you. I like that." I chuckled and shook my head.

"No. It...isn't like that." I sighed and ran a hand down my face. "My coworker. He's got cancer. I gave him my sick time so he could take time off for treatments." Saul reached over and squeezed my hand.

"(Y/N)." He said quietly. "I'm only teasing. That is beyond honorable." Saul smiled softly at me as he drove off. He was gripping the wheel tightly. I smiled to myself, thinking he was as much in a hurry to get to his house as I was. "I mean it. Ok. So...well alright."

"I'm sorry." I murmured as I watched him tense slightly.

"Don't apologize." Saul shot me a look. "Wait you mentioned finals. School year is almost out. How much time do you have left?" Saul asked. I shrugged.

"Maybe like two days." I said. Saul nodded. "I mean I could take off. If you really..."

"Hey no no." Saul cut in. "Not what I really want. Take off only if you want to. I'm not going to be THAT kind of guy. Absolutely not." He shook his head as we turned a corner and pulled up in front of a giant white house.

"Holy crap Saul!" I exclaimed. Saul chuckled as he watched my reaction. He parked the car and he killed the engine, turning in his seat to look at me fully.

"So..." He asked, watching me carefully as I looked out the window at his house.

"All this just for you?" I asked, turning back to him in awe. Saul nodded. “Saul I knew you made money. But I didn’t think…”

“told you I had to cut corners somewhere.” He chuckled. “And hey no one ever needs to know. Otherwise I’d get robbed by every low life in my damn waiting room.” Saul shrugged as I got out of the car. He followed me with a smile. “Now listen inside ain’t nearly as pretty. It’s kind of…well you’ll see…” he rubbed the back of his neck as he followed me.

“saul. Let me make this clear. I don’t care you have money. I am surprised you have this much money.” I said as we reached the door. He unlocked it and ushered me in.

“I know.” He smiled. “You’re with me because of my big dick.” I turned towards Saul and took a step towards him, my arms coming up around his neck. Saul took a step back. His back hit the door as I kissed him. His hands came up to my waist as I held him tightly to me. I felt his fingers dig into my back as I moaned into his mouth.

“Saul.” I breathed. “Take me to bed.” Saul nodded as he reached down and picked me up bridal style. I gasped as I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling him shift me in his arms.

“Huh.” He murmured as he started walking down the hall. “Speechless. That’s new.”

“I didn’t expect you to do that.” I whispered, looking at him in awe.

“expect the unexpected and all that.” Saul said, shooting me a grin. "The closer you look, the less you see." I smiled at him as he kicked a door open. I saw his face fall slightly as he paused to turn on the lights with his elbow. "Uh...don't mind...the whole...this..." He murmured.

"The whole what?" I asked before turning to look at the room. "Oh." Saul grimaced.

"We can move to the guest room if this is..." Saul started.

"No. Saul its fine. I mean nothing wrong with a gold and marble bedroom with a circle bed. Covered in animal print." I said. Saul rolled his eyes.

"Alright fine. Tease me all you want. But this is about to become yours soon." He reminded me. "And yes. Whatever you want to change...change it."

"Wait really?" I asked, gasping as he put me down on the bed. "You're serious?"

"Yeah." Saul nodded. "Sure this is all just shit I bought because I could. Do what you want. Throw it out. Sell it. I don't care. I want it to be ours." I leaned back and smirked.

“Ok.” I said. “We’ll look into renovating. After the wedding.” Saul nodded, climbing over me. I tiled my head as I looked over his shoulder.

“what?” He asked, drawing back to look at me. “Everything ok?”

“Saul…why do you have a mirror attached to your ceiling?” He looked over his shoulder at the mirror. I watched him gulp, his jaw clenching briefly before he turned back to look at me. He chuckled before moving off of me.

“well uh you see…” Saul started, playing with his hands as he looked between me and the mirror. He chuckled nervously. “I uh like to see myself laugh?” Saul turned red as he shook his head. “No ok. Uh I…”

“Saul. I don’t want the details.” I said, smiling softly at him as I moved to straddle him. “If it’s to watch yourself and other…parties…having sex…” I leaned in and sucked on his earlobe. “Just say it.” Saul moaned, long and low.

“fuck. It’s to watch as I fuck someone speechless.” Saul breathed out. “Fuck em so hard they can barely walk the next day. Make them cum so many times I have to pop a viagra just to keep up.” I pulled back to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Ok not with you. Yet. But yeah.” Saul smirked at me. “What can I say? I’m gifted.” I stared at him wide eyed.

"Holy crap Saul." I murmured. He smiled nervously at me, watching me carefully.

"I uh...well since I met you..." Saul rubbed the back of his neck. "I hope you know those days are behind me. Most of the people I've been with recently have mostly just walked away with my money. I mean clearly I have enough of it to blow. Not for a few months now though." Saul chuckled. "What I'm trying to get at here is it’s only you. You're it for me. That isn't going to happen anymore. Unless you want me to do it." He shifted his weight on the bed.

“Saul.” I leaned forward and cupped his cheeks. “When I say holy crap, I mean holy crap. That is insane and hell yes I want you to do that one day. But tonight…” my hands slid down his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m going to ride you until I can’t.” Saul watched me in awe. “And you’re going to watch.” He nodded as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders. I kissed him again as I worked on his pants. “Where’s your belt?”

“probably still in the car if we’re being honest.” Saul laughed. “I didn’t even realize we took it off.” I smiled at him as he lifted his hips to let me take the pants off. I left him in his boxers as I moved to take off my shirt. “Oh fuck.” Saul breathed as he watched me throw it somewhere in the room.

“like what you see?” I asked, smirking at him as his smile fell. Saul’s eyes were glued to my chest. I felt him shifting under me as he tried to get his socks off. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Saul nodded slowly as I lifted myself slightly to take my own pants off. “Alright Mr. Goodman. I’m ready when you are.” Saul reached out and slowly pulled my underwear off, never taking his eyes off of me. I felt my cheeks heat up with the attention. My fingers grasped the elastic band of his boxers. My eyes fell to his stomach as I felt it tense under my touch.

“whenever you’re ready.” Saul breathed out, hands coming to wrap around my wrists. “I know the last couple times have been hot and heavy. But that doesn’t mean this is going to be any different. I mean feelings wise. My feelings. I trust you.” I nodded as I looked at him. Saul let go of my hands to cup my face. “If you want I can be on top. It’s fine. We’ll do that another time. It won’t be the last time we’re in this bed.”

“might be the last time that mirror is up there though.” I whispered. “Kind of freaks me out.” Saul smiled softly at me.

“if it helps i had someone come in to properly mount it and hired someone else to make sure it wouldn’t fall on me in my sleep.” Saul said. He rubbed his thumb over my cheek. “I’ve seen bride of chucky. I’m not about to become ribbons on a water bed.” I laughed as Saul drew me to him. “Whatever you want baby. You got it.”

“it doesn’t help but thank you for trying.” I whispered as Saul pressed his forehead against mine.

“ok. I’ll be on top. You’ve proven you can push me around if necessary.” He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes as he rolled us over. “Enjoy the show.” He whispered in my ear as he took off his boxers. Saul kissed me softly as he laid down, slotting himself between my legs. I wrapped my arms around him as he lined himself up.

“Saul.” I murmured. He looked at me as I nodded. Saul slowly entered me, the two of us groaning. He dropped to his forearms as he paused to let me adjust. I smirked as I looked at the image above us. “I can’t see myself.” I whispered. Saul pulled back to look at me before looking over his shoulder.

“(Y/N).” Saul sighed as he shook his head at me. “I swear…” I giggled as he kissed my cheek. Saul pulled out and slammed back in, turning my giggles into moans. “That’s more like it.” He mused, leaning down to kiss me. My nails dug into his back as he kept up his rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his hips. My mouth fell open with a gasp as my eyes fixed on the mirror.

“Saul. Fuck.” I gasped. “Now I get why you have that. Fuck Saul.” I let my hand trail down until I was cupping Saul’s ass. “Look at that ass.” I squeezed as Saul grunted. “And it’s about to be all mine. This wonderful piece of cake.” Saul’s breath hitched as he buried his face in my neck. “Oh fuck!” Saul chuckled as he licked over the bite he’d just placed on my collarbone.

“you talk too much darling.” Saul murmured. I moaned as my back arched. Saul pressed his hips against me as I started squirming.

“that’s…fuck…that’s my line.” I gasped. “Saul. Oh crap. Saul. Saul!” I screamed as I came, Saul snapping his hips against mine as he followed me over the edge.

“oh crap.” Saul groaned as he pulled out of me. “Wow.” He rolled onto his back, letting me curl up on his chest. I sighed as I settled against him.

“You can say that again.” I breathed before pressing a kiss to his chest. Saul smiled up at our reflection.

“Wow.” He repeated. I laughed as I turned my head to look at the mirror. “As fun as that was…I get it. Time to say goodbye to the mirror.”

“I’m sorry my irrational fear of death by mirror is ruining your kinky sex dreams.” I said, drawing patterns around Saul’s chest. My fingers caught in the smattering of hair and Saul caught my hand. He brought my hand to his lips as he pressed a kiss to my fingers.