Texts Before a Wedding

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(A/N Erik is in Bold and Christine is in Regular , or italic when she is stressing a word)


Erik! I cannot find my wedding dress! Do you know where I put it?

Oh?

No, I do not know where you put your wedding dress.

Are you sure?

Yes, quite sure.

Do you want me to come in there, with you, and help you find your wedding dress?

No.

Why?

For two reasons.

What are they?

A) the only thing that you would help me find, if you came in here, are your lips.

No....

Yes.

And B) It's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony.

And why must we follow this odious tradition?

Because I said so.

 You are mean to me.

No, I'm fair to you. 


Stop pouting, Erik.

I am not pouting.

Yes, you are.

No.

Erik, honey, I can see you pouting through a crack in the door.

Why must you be so....

So what?

Remember, it's bad luck to insult the bride before the ceremony!

You made that up!

Did not!

Did too! I looked it up, there is no such tradition!

The internet lies!

I think not.


Christine, you're pouting.

Am not!

Are too! I can see you pouting, most adorably, through a crack in the door.

So what am I, you wouldn't tell me earlier!

You are completely, utterly, irrevocably, perfect.

I love you.

I love you, Christine.

Hey, Erik I found my dress!

Where was it?

Um...In my closet....

And you did not think to look in there before?

It seemed to obvious a place to look in...

You are the silliest creature I have ever known.

Put that tongue back in your mouth, or I shall come in there and make you do it.

Go and get dressed, instead of wasting your time teasing me! Or there won't be a wedding today!

Teasing you is time well spent, in my opinion.

However, you are correct, and I shall do as you ask.

Oh, and Christine, don't lose your dress again, hmm?

The wedding is in two hours, so we cannot afford to have another dilemma.

Meanie!

I am not! Take that back or I will come in there with you.

Alright. I'm sorry, Erik.

I love you.

I love you, my bride-to-be.

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