Starting Over

Chapter 40

"Angelos Mou, what are you doing up and down here? Its three in the morning," Silas asked as he sat beside her in the sand and watched the waves kiss her toes.

"Cant sleep," She whispered staring out at the water.

"Too much on your mind?" Silas asked and she nodded.

"Talk to me," he commanded.

"I know Meanie said he would take care of everything but I want him to enjoy it also and not be stressed. I want to make decisions but at the same time I cant stop the thoughts on if Im making the right decisions and want to make all of you like it as well. Thats fifteen opinions to think of. I know you said you wouldnt care and I know on some aspect you wont but I also know you will care and I want to make sure its your dream wedding also and that makes it complicated because everyone likes something different. Where you like the ocean, Axel likes the forest and trying to make sure all the colors are included and work together as well. And then theres the whole day thing to figure out. I have a day in mind but its only a month away unless we decide to wait a whole year. And then theres the dress I havent even figured out what I like, I didnt know there were so many styles to choose from! And if we do decide to have the wedding in a month what if the dress wont be ready in time? Or what if the designer does by some miracle have one but its the wrong size and cant be altered. Then theres the who to invite and If they are able to come when we do decide on a date and what if its sudden notice? Ugh so many things to worry about. Now I know why so many just decide to do the courthouse thing."

"It will all work out the way its supposed to Angelos Mou," Silas said as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Talk to Gabe about all this. As much as he does fashion, he probably already has a good idea on what you want and has reached out to some of his contacts for a heads up. You know he can work a miracle with anything. As for us, dont worry about it. As long as you are happy and we get to call you ours then it really doesnt matter to us about the details. Just being there and getting to call you ours in front of our family and friends, thats all that matters to us. I promise Angelos Mou."

"Thank you Superman," She whispered and scooted into his lap. They watched the waves and before soon he realized she had drifted to sleep. He smiled and picked her up.

"Is she okay?" Marc asked as he held the door open.

"Stressing over wedding stuff," he grunted as he gently laid her in her bed.

"Why? I told her I would fucking handle everything so she wouldnt fucking stress," Gabe said confused, "I want her to enjoy everything." Silas told everyone what she told him and Gabe sighed. "Oh Trouble, she doesnt need to fucking worry. I have an idea on what she is leaning towards and already have a shit ton of things in mind for if she does. I can always change it up if she wants something fucking different. Ill help her with everything, she is worrying over fucking nothing."

"We just need to keep reassuring her," Axel said as they headed back to their rooms. Silas got in bed with her and Gabriel joined on the other side.

She woke up and slipped into the kitchen. "Morning Cupcake," Luke said as he made her a cup of hot cocoa and fixed her a plate of breakfast.

"Morning Always," she smiled as she kissed his then took the cup. "You spoil me."

"And I will continue to do so every day for the rest of our lives," he kissed her softly, "but first I have an assignment to go to. Make sure North doesnt find my stash and throw it away please."

She nodded and watched him leave. She curled up in the bay window and started flipping through the magazine while sipping on her chocolate goodness and eating what Luke made her to eat. "Morning Darling," Owen said walking over to her and kissing her forehead. "Mr. Taylor already leave?"

"Yeah," She whispered as she flipping to another page.

"Dont stress," Owen said shutting the magazine and tilted her chin to have her look at him. "May I suggest something?"

"Please," she pouted.

"Mr. Coleman knows what we all like and he loves surprising everyone with his talent, what if you just have him surprise you with what he comes up with so you just have to focus on the date and the dress?" Owen asked as he rubbed his thumbs across her hands.

"You dont think he would mind?" she asked timidly. "I know he wanted me to help but it just seems like so much and I dont know anything about this kind of stuff. I just feel so overwhelmed but I dont want to upset Meanie either."

"I think thats the best fucking idea ever," Gabriel said coming into the room. "This is our day too like you fucking said Trouble and we want you to enjoy it. I would be hurt if you felt forced to decide on something. I honestly dont fucking mind planning all this. I love it. You just pick the date and the dress and leave the rest to me, okay?"

"Well I have an idea for the date but I dont know if it will work," she said looking down at Owens hands and bit her lip.

"What day Darling and why do you think it might not work?" Owen asked.

"The day we all first met, August 23rd but its a month away and what if I cant find a dress by then and what if it cant be made in time when I finally do find a dress? Should we just wait until next year or should I find a different day?" she groaned.

"The day is fucking perfect Trouble," Gabriel clapped his hands. "Its special to all of us. It will fucking be perfect, I can have everything ready by then. You just find the fucking dress you want and tell me the designer then I will give you the contact information and we will go from there. Dont worry about it being done in time, we will figure it all out so you dont have to, okay? Let me work my Goddamn magic Trouble," Gabriel smirked.

"Okay Meanie," She whispered and smiled up at him.

"Itll be fucking perfect Trouble, I mean it."