Decembers Wedding To-Do list-
Catererer and choice of food
Bridesmaids dresses
Gift registry
Start planning honeymoon
Wedding dress!
Wedding website
Arrange transportation
You feel the pressure weigh down on your shoulders. As it is, you'll be going to meet Toms family in just a few days. So you are a little more anxious than usual.
Sometimes Thomas will say to you, "Flower, calm down. Stop being so anxious."
To which you reply, "I am not being anxious! I am just extremely well educated on everything that could go catastrophically wrong."
But most of the time you thought you handled things pretty well. Fans would ask you about wedding things. Plus, The Scorch Trails were starting up soon. In the spring. Just a few months away....and Thomas would be busy a lot of the time. It will be diffult planning the wedding then....
You snap out of your thoughts, "So what do we want to eat at our wedding?" You ask Thomas.
He looks up from his suitcase, "I don't know."
"I want people to like it. I also want us to like it. Come on! This is our WEDDING!" You say.
"Honestly, I trust your judgment. You come up with something. I don't care."
You scowl at him.
He blinks and looks back up at you, "I mean, I do care! Oh, boy! Do I care!"
You sigh, "Look at the choices I've come up with."
You shove your laptop over to him and he steps over. You've decided on chicken Alfredo, chicken and fried rice, or chicken cordon blu.
"What's with all the chicken?" Thomas asks.
"I like chicken." You say, sticking your bottom lip out.
His mouth twitches upwards, "Chicken Alfredo."
"Awesome! That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"It was terribly difficult." Thomas says, dramatically, "I had to stop packing and everything. Walk a whole TWO FEET over here. And make a bloody decision."
You roll your eyes and smirk, "Drama queen."
Thomas blinks and looks at you, "What was that? Care to say it again?"
He gives you a joking look. You widen your eyes in fake terror and shake your head.
"No, no, go ahead. What'd you say?" Thomas comes over and crouches by you.
You grin and quietly mutter, "Drama queen."
"Drama queen!?" He grabs you up from the chair with ease, digging his fingers into your sides. You shriek, giggling.
He plops you on the bed, continuing to tickle you as he hovers over you. He give you a quick kiss. Finally, you manage to push his hands away, and get on your knees, prepared in a fighting stance.
He chuckles and walks back over to his suitcase, dropping the whole thing.
No worries. You'll get him back when he least expects it....
You get up and peer over his shoulder at what he's packing. You're both still wearing your pajamas and an idea sparks in your mind.
"Hey, I want to pick your outfit!" You run over to his closet and start searching through his clothes.
"You want to do what?" He says, his eyebrows furrowing, adorably.
You snatch one of your favorite button down, blue shirts that he wears and suspenders, "Here, wear these."
You shove them into his arms, "Today? Right now?"
"Yep." You say, popping the P. You snatch a pair of tan pants and throw them at him.
"Okay, then." He mutters, "You gonna hang around in here for the show? Or would you care to leave?"
You roll your eyes, playfully, "Just a minute, Smarty-trousers."
As you walk out of his room and close the door, he calls, "I get to pick your outfit out next!"
You grin as you wait outside the door for him to get dressed.
He steps out, looking as handsome as ever. He quickly does a three sixy, the shirt hugging his torso, "How do I look?"
You grin and take his hands, "Cute."
He chuckles, "Boy, don't I feel manly?"
You grin.
"Okay, now I get to pick your outfit out." He says dragging you to your room.
He peeks in your closet but closes it, not finding much hanging up. He walks over to your dresser and rifles through the drawers. He throws a shirt at you. As you inspect it, you realize it's a Hogwarts shirt. You laugh, "You want me to wear a Harry Potter shirt?"
He looks at you and grins, "You look sexy in that shirt."
You roll your eyes, as he throws a pair of jeans at you, "Thanks."
He steps over, "And one more thing." He reaches up to your head and takes out your messy bun.
"You didn't like the bun?" You ask.
"I liked it." He shrugs, "I just like it BETTER when you have your hair down."
He plants a quick kiss on your forehead and swaggers out of the room, poking his head back in before he can close the door.
You hum to yourself as you change. The black shirt hangs loose around your stomach and tightens around your shoulders. Standard boot cut jeans. He didn't do a terrible job....
You look at yourself in the mirror and grin.
You poke your head out of your bedroom door. Thomas waits, leaning against the wall. You step out and he gives you an approving nod.
He places his hands on your waist, whispering in your ear, "You're so beautiful."
You feel shivers down your spine.
Darn it! Why's he so good at being seductive?
You quickly cover up your breathlessness.
You give him a cheesy smile and then wiggle out of his grasp, "Okay, enough mushy stuff. You've got to finish packing and I need to choose bridesmaid dresses."
He sighs, biting his lip, "Yes, ma'am."
You walk into the living room. You got Juliette's opinion on pinning it down to the last six dresses. At this point you were torn between two of the more affordable ones. A strapless gray dress with some light detailing on the top or a sleevless pale pink one - plain and simple.
In the end, you choose the pale pink. You call Thomas into the living room, "Tom, come see the dresses I picked out for the bridesmaids!"
He walks in, immediately asking, "Is it time for mushy stuff yet?"
You ignore his question, "Look."
He looks at the screen, "Pretty."
"It'll make everyone look tan...." You muse.
He looks at you.
"What?" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows.
He raises his eyebrows, his eyes getting wide, "Seriously, is it time for mushy stuff?"
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