His Love

Chapter 30- Planning

-Alaina-

We are 2 months pre-wedding, and there is still so much left to do.

Colour schemes, flowers, guests, tables, table cloths, napkins, centre pieces.

I was never one for big weddings, but now it's my own, we are going all out.

"Alaina!"

Ava's voice rings in my ear and I realise I've been staring at the same page, zoned out, for like, an hour.

"We have work to do, hun"

"I hate when you call me that."

I pace around the living room, Dominic looking up from his phone.

He gives me an amused look.

"I don't know what your looking so pleased for, mister, this is your wedding too!" I point a finger at him and he throws his hands up in defence.

"Would you like help, my love?" he tries to speak softly, but I know he's just trying to tease me.

"Do we want to end up with ugly flowers and no guests?"

"No?"

"Then, no."

"Please."

"Fine."

He throws his phone to the side, rolling up his sleeves.

My eyes are drawn to his forearms and I freeze.

"Hey, eyes up here, we have work to do." he repeats my words and I roll my eyes.

"I'm so stressed, Dominic, I want a beautiful wedding, it's not like I want to have to do it again."

"Well it's a good thing I won't let you do it again then, hm?"

His arms circle around my waist slowly, dangerously close to my ass.

I raise an eyebrow and they travel up slightly, caressing my skin.

He nudges my head up with his nose and I notice how suddenly the room is empty and Av has disappeared.

I'm struggling to keep focus when I feel his lips on the soft skin of my neck.

"Dominic." I let out breathlessly, he hums in response.

"Wedding." 

"Flowers?" he asks.

"White lillies and roses." I say without thinking.

"Bridesmaid colors?"

"Sage green."

"Dress code?"

"Anything that isn't white."

"See? Not so hard when you aren't focusing so hard." 

He bites down gently on my neck and I bite my lip, hard.

"How did you know those were things I couldn't decide?"

"Your nose did that scrunch thing when Ava brought them up"

"So? Why does that matter?"

"Because you only do that when your confused or stressed."

His eyes meet mine again and my hands lock behind his neck.

"I thought you wanted to decide some stuff."

"No, I just wanted to help take your mind off things, as long as I get to see you walk down that isle and say I do, I don't care about colour schemes."

I can't help but smile.

"Oh, and as long as you book that damn hotel room so I can take that dress off you the second its over."

He bites down on my bottom lip.

"Best not damage it, it costs more than my life's worth." 

He lets out a deep chuckle, connecting our lips.

I can't wait to marry this man.

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We are coming to the end.

I'm not sure whether to post the epilogue later tonight or tomorrow...