Be It Or Not Unbreakable Bond (Thomesa)

Chapter 37

It was another busy day, the excited hustle of people's footsteps could heard in the distance as the wedding preparations were being carried out. The first ever wedding in paradise.

"Then I got dragged away with Sonya...." She whispered, softly as she caressed his brown hair. His eyes were closed in bliss, loving her soothing touch as his head rested on her lap. They were both relaxing together, quietly enjoying each other's presence.

He was silently listening to her calming voice, absorbing the information about how her day went as her soft hand twirled strands of his hair.
"She wants me to do something with my hair on the day." Teresa spoke, quietly as she felt him lean into her touch.

"I love your hair...." Thomas muttered, softly as he opened his eyes and stared up at her. He gently grabbed some strands of her dark raven hair and softly kissed it before he looked back at her.

Her cheeks flushed red at his actions as she watched him tightly grip her raven hair strands and pressed a final kiss.
"How was your run with Minho?" She whispered, softly as she pushed a strand of his hair from his forehead.
"Good...." He responded, quietly as he was mesmerised by her beautiful blue eyes. "I'm making him my best man."

"He would go mad if you didn't, Tom." She giggled, a small smile on her face.
"True." He muttered, fondly as he chuckled at her words. If Newt was here, he would be his best man and Minho would be the godfather. The thought caused his chest to ache, remembering his other best friend and how he died.

"Newt would be happy for you...." She muttered, softly as she noticed the pained expression on his face and knew what he was thinking about.
"I know...." He whispered under his breath as he knew Newt was watching over them now and would want him to live. Deep down, he knew that his friend was at peace and reunited with Chuck, Winston and Alby.

Teresa pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, her dark raven hair curtaining around his head as she felt him slowly calm down from her touch. Thomas tightly laced his fingers with hers and loved how their hands fit together perfectly. He felt calmer in her presence.

"I heard Gally is making a standing arch for the day." She whispered, softly as she tried to lighten up the sad mood with something else.
"An arch?" He muttered, curiously as he stared up at her.

"Made out of leaves, branches and flowers. That's what he told me." She spoke, quietly as she remembered asking him that morning. They were being civil to each other now, the earlier resentment was gone.

"It might be interesting to see." He responded, softly as he wondered what it would look like.
"Hopefully it turns out good." She muttered, calmly as she continued caressing his hair.
"Or it'll face Gally's temper." He whispered, quietly as he chuckled at his words. It would be amusing to see Gally venting his frustration on the arch if he failed.

"We wouldn't want that." She giggled, playfully as the thought also made her laugh. She hoped the day would go smoothly. He glanced up at her, his brown eyes held a soft glimmer as he softly smiled at her.

The sound of their hut door suddenly echoed, causing their heads to snap towards the noise and saw an amused Minho.

"Hey, shanks. Thomas, I need you on this extra run. We better leave now before lunch." Minho spoke, calmly as he stared at Thomas. It was time to work on more places for the settlement and an extra run would help with their plans.

He was quite amused at the sight he saw when he came in, Thomas's head on Teresa's lap. That's what Thomas meant when he said he wanted to relax.

Thomas squeezed Teresa's hand, silently telling her he was leaving for now and would come back soon. He saw her nod at his silent words and softly smiled at him.
"Let's go, Minho." He responded, quietly as he sat up and walked up to Minho. They left the hut and silence filled the air.

Teresa quickly decided to go help out some more, maybe the kitchen with Frypan as he must be feeling slightly stressed again. The kitchen was busy occupied with making the wedding foods for the special day.

She quietly exited the hut, hearing the excited mumbling drift into the air as she headed towards the kitchen. She noticed Aris was also helping out here, busy with stirring something in a pot.
"Teresa, you can't be in here! You're the bride!" Frypan shouted, loudly as he was startled to see her here.

"But I want to help...." She responded, softly as she giggled at him trying to shove her away with a dishcloth.

"No work for you! The bride is the one who needs to rest before the day! Go now!" Frypan shouted again, firmly as he gave her a mild chastising look. He didn't want her to worry about him.
"You better leave, Teresa. He's got the dishcloth." Aris spoke with a slight laugh as he gestured for her to go with one hand and continued stirring with the other.

"Ok. I guess I have no choice." Teresa giggled, playfully as she dodged Frypan's dishcloth again. Maybe she could take a quick shower while she still had the chance. She raised her hands in surrender and turned to walk away, exiting the kitchen. She was really looking forward to that special day.

Author's Note: Please do comment what you think so far of the story. It really helps motivate me by hearing your thoughts. I'm hoping to update soon :)