His Lips

EPISODE 10

We're trembling and giddy by the time Anastasia and Henry are gone, and Calvin even has to ask a maid for some tea. I want to help, but the nervousness is overwhelming I can barely even stand.

"Sh*t," he finally says, once I'm sitting on a huge comfy rocking chair, feeling how he's slowly rocking me, trying to soothe me. "I'm sorry, I know you might not want the attention—"

"Don't," I shush him, pressing a finger to his soft lips, and I feel him blush beneath my touch. I smile, looking up at him. "I used to be nervous, but now I'm looking on the bright side. There will be some people who won't support our love, but many will. C'mon, Calvin... there's millions of people that love you and always will!" I say, and I feel him relax slightly.

"You're right. I've got to get used to people not liking my choices, but at the end of the day, it's my decision, not theirs. It's my life..." he lets out a small sigh. "I'm so f*cking lucky to have you here, ya know."

I chuckle, blushing. "I think it's the other way. I have a gorgeous, impossibly kind, and intelligent man by my side, so what else do I want? Other girls would kill for this, and..." I wipe a stray tear. "You chose me. I'm the luckiest in this world."

"You really enjoy making me happy."

"I do."

He stops rocking me, and scoots beside me. "So, should we plan somw things? Flowers, decorations..." his eyes suddenly light up, as he turns to eye me, his eyes sparkling. He lets out a ragged breath. "...y-your wedding dress."

"Oh!" he seems fascinated by the idea of me wearing a dress, ans that's really cute. "I'll be the prettiest bride ever," I say, in a slightly teasing tone.

"There's no doubt," he whispers, and suddenly leans in for a kiss, a passionate one. His lips part open, letting out tongues play for a while, before we pull back to catch our breath. "Let's plan our wedding," he says finally, with a huge smile, probably the energy from our kiss.

***

The decorations are a mix of maroon and gold, Calvin picked maroon and I chose gold. There's balloons, tables, and a grand cake— which of course isn't still ready, we're still just picking. Calvin's writing everything down, the huge smile never wiping off his beautiful face.

"What about the invitations?" I suggest, and he perks up.

"Oh! I already have an idea!" he exclaims. I take it he's had this idea since he was younger, because he's excited about dresses and already knows what to write on the invitations.

He passes me a paper, neat writing on it. I read it.

Dear ___, the happy couple ___ and ___ both invite you to their grand wedding, where you will get to experience love blooming and everlasting happiness. Please join us for our unity as man and wife.

Always and forever, ___ and ___.

I smile, reading the letter over and over. "It's absolutely perfect," I nod, and he blushes, full of pride.

"I knew it! The blanks are for the guest's name and our names," he explains. I nod once, thinking over.

"I take it you had this whole wedding planned ages ago, right?" I ask, watching as he blushes even harder.

"U-um... what about the people? Who will we invite?" he says, suddenly changing the subject. I look at him, worried. It's not usual of him to just change the subject. He's usually confident and head-strong...

I decide to ignore it. "Our parents, obviously," I say, scribbling down their names, "Jason..." More scribbling.

"Zack..." Calvin continues. My eyes widen at his suggestion.

"Why him?" I accuse.

"Uh, isn't he close with your family?" he says, in a Duh, are you stupid or what? tone. I shrug.

"Okay?" I say, scribbling down his name. I wonder — just for a second — how Zack will react... after today... I shake my head, focusing on the wedding. "Which church will it be at?"

"My parents will decide that, but I think it's going to be where they had their own wedding, The Saint Louis Catholic Church."

"Isn't that really... fancy?"

"No, not really."

"But it is! We'll be spending millions on this wedding! Look!" I exclaim, pointing at everything we've planned. I catch him chuckling, rolling his eyes.

"Look, it's going to sound mean, and it is mean, but we have the money, so we're good!" he says.

"But you can't just waste money like that! What if one day you're in ruins? I can't just let you waste all your efforts! You haven't even gone to work these days!" I say, suddenly concious of how much we really are spending. "You are a billionaire, but that doesn't mean we have to be so carefree!"

"Oh please, stop being a worry-wart!" he shouts, standing up. "You act as if I'm just a dumb little boy spending money on stupid things!"

"But you are!" I scream back, and immediately shut my mouth. He gasps, hurt.

"O-okay... if that's what you think," he whispers, tears threatening to spill but somehow he manages to not let them out, as he holds in the tears in his eyes. He looks at me darkly, and he turns to walk away. "I'm sorry for trying to make you happy..."

"Wait! Calvin, please! Don't be so dramatic!"

"How do you want me to act, Rose?! You called me a stupid boy, as if I didn't rise an empire by myself with minimum help! As if I wasn't living in full luxury because of my hard work! I love you, Rose, and I want to make you happy!" he says, his eyes red.

I suck in a ragged breath. "Sorry. I... I'll leave you alone," I begin to walk towards the door, tears falling, and I don't dare wipe them. "I know you're feeling angry with me now, and I deserve it. You worked hard, so you deserve to spend it however you feel like... you are a billionaire, Calvin.... a-and I love you."

He looks at me, smiling a tiny, buy hopeful smile. "Thanks Rose. And... please, if you don't mind, can you leave me with my thoughts for a while? I'm not angry with you or anything, it's just that..."

"You need time to think?" I ask. He nods, turning his back towards me. "I understand. And I'm not angry at you either... I'm proud of how far you've gone, and how much you would do for me..."

I walk towards him, planting a light kiss on his forehead. He smiles.

I walk out the room, leaving him to think, and shut the door.