“Well it did look that way, didn’t it?” Deku mused.
“He’s the funniest little ball of fluff. I hope he doesn’t act too much like a diva on the day,” you chuckled.
Both you and Deku paused and looked at each other then spoke at the same time.
“— he probably will.”
You both stopped again and then laughed, having a good chuckle together.
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The next few short weeks leading up to the wedding were wonderful yet stressful and you were starting to get a little frayed around the edges by the end of the second week…
There was only one week to go!
“Babe?” you called out to Deku as you walked down the hall with a paper in hand and a pen tucked behind your ear.
Your eyes were scanning the paper as you held it up in front of your face, peering intently at it.
“Yes, baby?” Deku called back from the lounge room.
“I think this works?” you said, still looking at the paper.
“Can I see?” he asked.
You passed him the paper that had names and lines and circles all over it with the tables laid out for the reception.
Deku looked it over and shook his head then pointed to two names.
“These two can’t be together. They don’t get along.”
“Well can you do the seating plan then?” you asked with frustrated exasperation in your voice, “every time I rearrange people, you tell me that it’s not going to work!”
“Ok,” he nodded and held his hand for you to pass him the pen- which you did, and then you stood there with arms crossed, waiting for him to fix the table arrangements once and for all.
He drew arrows and crossed names out then scrunched his nose a little as he gave it one last look over, then nodded and handed it back to you.
You took the paper and shook your head.
“You can’t put her on this table, she won’t know anyone,” you pointed to a ex-work colleague of yours.
Deku sighed and hung his head.
“Don’t sigh at me like that, I’m the one who has been doing this stupid thing for the past week!”
“I wasn’t sighing at you,” Deku said defensively, holding his hands up in front of himself, “I’m sorry, we just don’t seem to be seeing eye to eye on this.”
“I’m getting really frustrated,” you admitted, tears welling up along the lower lid of your eye, voice quivering a little.
Deku saw you struggling and stood up to give you a hug.
He held you in his arms and you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down and hugged him back.
“I’m sorry. I’m just so over this. There’s still so much more to do and not enough time to do it all in,” you said sadly.
“I know this is a bad time, but the florist called and said they don’t have any of your flowers in shop and can’t get any in till after the wedding date, and asked if you could pick something else.”
You let out a devastated moan and burst into tears.
“Everything is going wrong!” you wailed, “we can’t get the table seating right; no flowers; my dress fitting yesterday went terribly and they need to adjust the bust size so the dress will be ready 2 days before the wedding which is cutting it really fine; they only had bright orange wedding cars in the model we wanted; venue has now imposed a curfew; we still need to organize the pre-marital counseling; I have an interview with you tomorrow for the ‘Hero-Wise’ magazine and it’s going to cut my hair and make up trial short and—,”
“Shhhh,” Deku hushed you gently, patting the back of your head gently as you kept your face smooshed into his chest, “it’s ok, it’s ok, let’s sit down and I’ll help you organize everything.”
You hiccoughed into him and nodded, wiping your eyes as you pulled back from his shirt.
“What was the first one?” he asked gently, sitting down and guiding you onto his lap.
You crawled onto his thick thighs and snuggled into him, then rested your head on his chest, bringing up the mental list of items that had gone wrong.
“Ok, first of all… flowers. I don’t know what other ones there are? What’s in season?” you sniffed.
“Let’s look,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket and typing in the flowers for the season, “now. Our theme colours are [you pick the theme colours]. Let’s find flowers that will compliment that…”
He started scrolling through the pictures and you looked them over silently from his arms.
“What style is your wedding outfit?” he asked, “let’s see if someone has pictures of their flowers with the same style you’re going for. That might help?”
You told him vaguely what your outfit looked like and he typed it in with a basic flower colour that you were after.
Up came a multitude of different colours and flower types and you pointed to a few picture.
“Oooo, I like the look of those flowers?”
“They are…” He clicked the link and scrolled down, “[insert flower type that you like].”
“I like those, they look nice. Are they in season?” you asked.
“Yes,” he nodded, “and they do well in this weather too.”
“That’s perfect,” you said with a smile, sitting up a little.
“Ok… cars?” he then said, “let’s look up different model cars that we like and see if we can hire any for the wedding day.”
For the next 45 minutes, Deku sat with you and methodically went through each of your grievances and helped to resolve them as best he could, and by the end of it your heart felt lighter and you were getting excited about the wedding again.
“I’m sorry. I just got overwhelmed then,” you apologized to him.
“That’s ok, we’re a team, remember? If you ever feel like it’s getting too much just come to me and I’ll help,” he said with his adorable smile.
You threw your arms around his middle and squeezed him, grateful to have him with you.
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The day before the wedding was madness and you and Deku took the day off together to run from one side of town to the other to make sure everything was set for the next day.
Mostly, everything was ready to go.
The last few items on your list of – things to complete, were slowly checked off, and by 4pm you and Deku had ticked off the very last thing and were ready to head home.
“Oh my god, what a day!” you sighed, pushing the front door, to the house, open.