CHAPTER 21: Wedding Planning*_∼
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*CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA*
*CHAPTER 21: Wedding Planning*
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*Day 58*
Damon had a spreadsheet.
At 7am.
On a Sunday.
Titled: _‘OPERATION: MARRY ABI’_
Columns: Venue. Food. Dress. Flowers.
All blank.
Except one.
*Ring: DONE ✓*
“Abi, we need to pick a date.”
“It’s Sunday.”
“Exactly. Plenty of time.”
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*10am. Venue Tour #1*
Damon picked it.
A castle.
Real one.
$200,000.
“Too much,” I said.
“It’s not about money.”
“It’s about us not needing a castle.”
He pouted.
“I wanted to give you everything.”
“You are. By being here.”
We left.
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*2pm. Venue Tour #2*
Beach.
Damon in a suit.
Sand in his shoes.
Miserable.
“Do you like it?”
“I like you in it.”
“Not helpful.”
“Is too.”
We left.
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*6pm. His office. Chaos.*
Florists called.
Caterers called.
His assistant quit.
“Mr. Blackwood, you can’t email them at 3am about napkin colors!”
Damon threw his pen.
“I don’t care about napkins!”
“Then why are we doing this?!” I yelled.
“Because I want it to be perfect for you!”
Silence.
He looked so lost.
This man who runs a company.
Who killed a rogue with his bare hands.
Terrified of picking flowers.
I went to him.
Sat on his desk.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“We don’t need perfect. We need us.”
He sighed.
Pulled me into his lap.
“I’m bad at this.”
“You’re bad at everything except loving me.”
“I’m good at that?”
“The best.”
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*Monday. School.*
I told the kids we were getting married.
They lost their MINDS.
“CAN WE COME??”
“CAN WE BE FLOWER KIDS??”
Damon was in the back.
Again.
Heard everything.
After class he said:
“What if... what if we do it here?”
“Here where?”
“At the school. Outside. With them.”
My heart.
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Really. No castle. No $200k. Just us. And them.”
He smiled.
Relieved.
“Okay. We can do that.”
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*Wednesday. The Dress.*
Damon insisted on coming.
Sat in the chair.
Looked at 20 dresses.
Hated all of them.
Then I came out in this one.
Simple.
White.
Flowy.
He stood up.
Walked to me.
Didn’t touch.
Just looked.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “That one.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I can’t breathe.”
He bought it.
And 3 backups.
“Just in case,” he said.
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*Friday. The Fight.*
It was stupid.
Over cake.
He wanted chocolate.
I wanted vanilla.
“Chocolate is better!”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it is!”
We were yelling.
In the kitchen.
Then he stopped.
Looked at me.
“I’m sorry. I’m just scared.”
“Of what?”
“Of messing this up. Of not giving you the wedding you deserve.”
I went to him.
Hugged him.
“Damon. The only thing I deserve is you. And I have you.”
He hugged me back.
Tight.
“Vanilla then.”
“Chocolate.”
“Fine. Half and half.”
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*Saturday. Final Plan.*
Date: 30 days.
Location: Pack school garden.
Guests: Pack.
Food: Half chocolate, half vanilla cake.
Dress: The one.
Ring: Already on.
Damon looked at the final paper.
“Is this okay?”
“It’s perfect.”
“Because it’s you.”
He kissed my forehead.
“My fiancée.”
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*11pm. Text.*
*Unknown: I’m sorry I’m bad at planning.*
*Me: You’re good at the important part.*
*Unknown: What’s that?*
*Me: Choosing me.*
*Unknown: Always. 29 days, fiancée.*
*Me: 29 days, husband.*
*Unknown: Come here. Let’s practice.*
*Me: Practice what?*
*Unknown: Being married.*
Bound by his name.
For 50+ chapters.
And in 29 days,
by a vow.
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_END OF CHAPTER 21_
I AM SCREAMING 😭 "OPERATION MARRY ABI" SPREADSHEET HALF CHOCOLATE HALF VANILLA "CAN'T BREATHE"
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