Well, after a portkey trip that made Owen's stomach lurch a bit, they finally found their way to Las Vegas. He didn't dare fly with her being pregnant, even if it was still early in the term. Though it took two different portkeys. "Even by portkey, there are bloody layovers," he muttered. He hailed a cab and after a short drive, there they were in front of a long stretch of wedding chapels.
"Well, there is one that says 'theme storybook weddings' in here." Owen had stolen a yellow pages out of the phone book, just the wedding pages, ripping them and bringing them with them. "That must be the one."