Wedding Planner

Wedding Planner


Alana's POV

After successfully fucking my future husband a couple times more, I went down to see my sister. She loved it here, but she was also dying to return home so I couldn't wait to break the news to her.

She was in the garden, her long lost obsession. She was catering to a couple of plants and just enjoying the environment when she spotted me watching her.

“Alana! I saw you when you got back.” She chirped excitedly, looking the most beautiful with her tiny bump.

“Right. Hi.” I walked in further, happy with what she had done with the place. As usual, Gerald was stuck at work so she was alone to her devices.

“I have great news.” I started off, a smile plastered on my face that she didn't return.

“Oh. Do share.” She didn't sound excited much but I continued.

“First off, your doctor would like to see you at your earliest convenience. Secondly, you can return home!”

But she wasn't as excited as I expected her to. She just smiled and I immediately assumed that something was wrong.

“You know you can tell me anything, what's bothering you, anything.”

“It's nothing really, I'm just exhausted. It's the pregnancy thing. I honestly can't wait to not be pregnant.” She chuckled awkwardly like she wasn't bothered. I reached her and enveloped her in a tight hug.

“My poor baby. I'm so sorry.”

“It's okay, I did it to myself. You warned me.”

“I did warn you.” We burst into laughter and began to head back inside.

“Want me to help you pack?” I offered as we headed to her room. She shook her head.

“I want you to pack it all while I sit and watch.”

“You're silly.” I smacked her bum and dragged her to her room where we spent hours packing. She was more than excited. All she was talking about was finally seeing her neighbors again.

After packing, we went down to have dinner. Ryan was at the table, and Gerald walked right in then, apologizing for arriving late. He came to pick her up but he joined us while the guards were putting all her stuff in the car.

I was so sad to see them go but it is what it is. I made Amanda promise me that she'll see her doctor before they finally left.

Ryan was already in bed by the time I came upstairs. I've had a really long day and all I wanted was a shower and then a sound sleep.

Ryan didn't even seem to notice me, and I checked what he was doing. It shocked me. Ryan was looking up wedding cake decorations? How did he even know about them?

“Hey.” I tapped him slightly, and his body shook a little like he was shocked. Truly he had been quite engrossed in what he was doing and it made my heart do a silly thing.

I smiled until I saw his choices of course. Orange with chocolate filling? Who does that for a wedding?

“Wifey, you're back.” He acknowledged me but I wasn't happy, so I laid my complaint immediately.

“No one wants a chocolate filling and an orange cake, Ryan.”

“Oh really. Then what do you think they want then?”

“Strawberries. Everyone loves strawberries.” I rolled my eyes because what an insane question.

“Most people are allergic to strawberries, come on. Not everyone eats it anyway.”

“I disagree with you.”

We argued and argued until I got mad and he tried to placate me.

“Are you mad at me?”

I shook my head, boiling and lying obviously.

“But it seems that way. I'm sorry, okay? I have an idea. Wanna hear it?”

“Spill.” I said as softly as I could, as he pulled me to him and let me rest my head on his lap, so I was staring right at his pretty face.

“We are getting a wedding planner. This is clearly not working and I don't want us to argue or fight. I hate it when we fight. You're my favorite person in the whole world so fighting with you is like slapping myself across the face.”

“Easy there, poet.” I grinned.

“Gosh, Alana. You're impossible. Do you mind letting me finish?” I knew he was tired of me at this point.

“Fine, fine.”

“So my suggestion is, since we can't see eye to eye on things, we don't have to. We can just come to a conclusion. We get a wedding planner first of all. Then we settle down and write everything we want for the wedding separately and in secret and send them to this wedding planner so it's up to her or him to deal with it and compromise to suit the both of us. How about that?”

“Hmm, not a bad idea. Not bad at all. I like it.” Ryan was so smart.

“Better. You're not mad anymore right?”

“Nope, but I am tired. I need a relaxing shower.”

“Me too. Wait here let me prepare the tub.” I waited for him and when he was done, he picked me up, got rid of my clothes and dropped me inside the tub, then he got naked and got in too.

He lathered us and when we finished, we just hung in there, enjoying the setting in silence. I had my back on his chest as I leaned on him.

“So, Amanda is gone now?”

“Yeah, but how can you even think about her when I'm right in front of you?”

“Jealous?”

“Maybe. They've gone and I'm really happy she's better.”

“Me too.”

“You know, I have something in mind. I'm not sure if you'd like it so let me ask you instead of making it a surprise. After that I'll resume work. I'm slowly becoming a pussy and I have a reputation to upload. You've messed me off enough.”

I smiled wide. The effect I have on my man is incredible. We obviously can never get enough of each other. I'm even going to be a bride, and that's unbelievable.

“You make it seem like it's my fault.” I cooed, acting oblivious.

“Can't you see it is, when you're so damn sexy.”

I felt his hands on my body, pushing my wet hair aside and dropping toe curling kisses on my back and neck, driving me mad.

“You're going to make me want to have sex if you keep doing that, and I just want to get some sleep.”

“Or maybe you just want to fuck me, wifey.”

“Hang your dick somewhere. I'll kill you if you touch me tonight.”

“You're so mean. You used to be the sweetest.”

“I was pretending.”

“No you weren't.” He kissed me all over, couldn't keep his hands off me.

“So, about what I wanted to say. A vacation. How does that sound? Just a week.”

“I think I like the sound of that. You will return to work after. Promise me.”

“I promise. I do.”

“Then yay, I'm excited.” I was actually excited.

Then I felt his hands rub my stomach, messing with it for no damn reason.

“Hmm, there's something different about you. I wonder what it is.”

“Hmm, I don't feel any different.”

“Somehow I'm not entirely convinced.”

After hanging out in the shower, he picked me up and took me to bed where I slept soundly in his arms.

Maybe getting a wedding planner to surprise us didn't seem like such a bad plan after all, while we relaxed.