“Yeah ok. And we get her into the dress and then send her back to you?” Fueji asked.
“Yeah… I might get you to buy a small container with rose petals or something in it so she can toss them around us while you do your thing,” he looked to the celebrant who nodded. “Then after that’s official, I’ll pull the rings out of my pocket and put them on, kiss, then… I’m thinking the reception will be at the restaurant there.” He pointed to a waterside building.
“We will need to have the documents signed,” the celebrant said, “so make sure you have two witnesses that are willing to sign the marriage.”
“I’m one,” Fueji said, “happy to sign this bastard over to someone for life.”
Dabi smirked at him then spoke to the celebrant.
“Yeah. I’ll find someone to sign for Y/N, we’ll do that at the restaurant as they’ll have tables there,” he said.
“Well it all sounds very straight forward,” the celebrant said, “you’ve sent me the date too, I just need to know, roughly, what time this will be at.”
“Let’s make it 3:30pm,” Dabi said, “Koemi usually wakes from her nap around 2:30pm so that’ll be perfect. I’ll suggest a walk before dinner at the restaurant.”
“I’ll make sure everyone is at the restaurant too,” Fueji added, “Susa and I can be behind the scenes managers.”
“Thanks bro.” Dabi said with genuine gratefulness.
They all talked a little more then Dabi shook the celebrants hand and she left, and he and Fueji went to the restaurant to organize things there.
“Should we book the place out from about 3:30pm?” Dabi asked Fueji when they stepped inside.
It was a smallish Tepenyaki restaurant and had 3 BBQ tops with about 8 seats around each and then 10 other tables occupying the rest of the available space.
“Hello, can I help you?” An older man asked when he saw the two 20-something- year olds, standing at the door just looking around the place.
“Yeah,” Dabi said with a sly grin, “we want to book this whole restaurant out for my and my wife’s wedding at the end of the year, is that possible?”
The guy, who happened to be the manager of the place, nearly keeled over.
“Book the whole place?”
“Yeah,” Dabi said confidently.
“W-Well yes, you certainly can, what day and for how many hours?” the manager asked.
Dabi gave the date and then booked the place out from 3:30pm till 9pm.
“How many people are you expecting to arrive?” The manager asked.
“What’s your seating capacity?” Dabi asked in return.
“Well… as you can see… we aren’t a very big establishment but we can seat 80 comfortably… but could push to 100 if we added in a few more tables and chairs, which we are happy to do, if you would like?” the manager offered, excited that they would get a good few hours of business as they had been struggling as of late.
“That’s good, can I let you know tentative numbers in 2 weeks time?” Dabi asked.
The manager nodded happily. “Yes. That would be great.”
“Awesome,” Dabi said with a nod, “now. Let’s talk about other stuff. Are you licensed? Or is it BYO?”
The manager was only too happy to discuss details and to talk about the menu for the evening. He promised there would be 3 Tepenyaki chefs on duty that day and would make a variety of foods for the guests, then the other staff would take the food around on plates and serve people.
“We also have 3 tables out on the alfresco area too, for those who would like some fresh air.”
“Perfect,” Dabi said with a grin, he was excited that everything was working out.
After finishing up at the restaurant, the two boys hopped back in Dabi’s car and made the mad dash back to the training centre so he could get home in time so that you wouldn’t be suspicious of him getting home late.
“Thanks for today,” Dabi thanked Fueji, “it was good having you along.”
“No need for thanks,” Fueji replied, “happy to help.”
“Thanks bro,” Dabi said then they parted ways and Fueji went into the practice hall and Dabi drove home.
With the venue, celebrant, and rings sorted, Dabi just now had to gather the attendees and secretly let them all know what was happening. For most of the people, he made a personal visit to explain everything, and for those he couldn’t immediately visit, he called them while at practice.
Everyone was onboard, and, once they understood the assignment, were so ready to surprise you on the day of your wedding.
Some offered to buy wine for the day, others – the decorations, and before he knew it all the little other bits and pieces had all come together.
The only thing he had to do now was get his little Koemi a pretty dress and a bucket with petals to toss.
“Hey,” Dabi greeted Fueji one afternoon as he strolled in for volleyball practice.
“Sup’?” Fueji replied, tossing a volleyball up to whack it.
After he had successfully served it, he turned to Dabi.
“So… uh… we gotta get a dress for Koemi,” Dabi said.
“Oh! Yeah, I’ll take Susa shopping this evening for it.”
“Ok… cool… uh… I’m gonna have to trust your pick because you can’t send me any pictures or anything because if Y/N see’s it, it’s all over. We’re so close to D day I don’t want anything to get out, yeah?”
“I gotchu,” Fueji replied, “did you want a white dress for her?”
“Yeah I guess? White or some soft colour?” he replied.
“Don’t worry I’ll ask Susa. I have pictures of Ko on my camera roll so I’ll show her and see what she thinks.”
“Cool. Good,” Dabi said, fidgeting nervously.
“You good?” Fueji asked, sensing a bit of stress in Dabi.
“Yeah, yeah, just… want it all to go well, you know?… it’s so close to time.”
“Don’t stress,” Fueji encouraged him, “we’ve got your back.”
“Thanks,” Dabi said, relaxing a little.
That night, Fueji met Susa in front of the kids store at the local shops with a kiss and an intimate embrace, then they broke apart and held hands as they walked into the kids store.
“So what are we doing here?” Susa asked with a loving smile.
“The guy you sold the rings to on the day I met you… Dabi, do you remember him? He’s getting married and needs a dress for his daughter. It’s a surprise wedding so he can’t get it himself for fear of his missus finding out.”