The world can wait

It's Friday, so you get five sentences from the current WIP. It's still Sunday's Child but I've just passed 41k so once Hattie and Cal stop changing the plot on me, it'll soon be done.  I'm handwriting draft one and typing up draft two at the same time. The hand written version is about 2 chapters ahead of the typed version. Before you ask, no this wasn't in the chapter plan. It wasn't even in the handwritten draft one. It suddenly appeared in the typed up draft two. So will have to make notes on the hand written one now. Sigh... But here you go. Today's five sentences. She ran a hand down his face. “I’m marrying you and nothing is going to stop me from doing that.” He leaned into her touch, catching her fingers with his lips. “Good--maybe we elope.” “Or just post the banns today and marry in three months’ time in which ever church can fit us in.”

Seriously. I was doing my chapter plans - literally the first draft is done in note form the old fashioned way by pencil and on narrow feint paper. Don't ask, but it has to be narrow feint paper. I knew what I wanted to happen. Then Cade appears. Cade is my muse And all of a sudden things are happening that weren't meant to. Well what's a girl to do? Argue with him? I tried. Even set Evan on him. Evan the inner editor. It didn't work. And now Cade has decided to go away, leaving me with Patrick having had a nuclear warhead dropped on him. Not literally, but the poor guy is shaking and feeling sick and in knots and Eleanor is crying cos she didn't want to tell him like this. Maybe I take away Cade's cookie rations for the next week until he decides to play nice. Reckon that would work?