STILL | NH |

SIXTY

Rigby

One Year Later

"Charms?" Walking in the front door, I place my keys on the small table in the entryway along with my purse wondering where in the house Niall is.

"Yeah, I'm in the kitchen!"

Crossing through the living room to the full sized kitchen with marble countertops, I smile when I see the back of Niall's head — his messy hair sticking up in every direction.

"Smells good." Walking up behind him I wrap my arms around his waist as I rest my cheek between his shoulder blades. "What are you making?"

"Found this recipe for tuscan chicken so I'm making a cream sauce to go with it because it sounded good." His steady breathing has me closing my eyes as I feel him reach for something to add to the recipe in front of him. "You hungry?"

Stepping back I smile as he turns around, brining his hands to my cheeks before leaning down to kiss me, the feeling of his wedding ring cool against my warm cheeks from the summer heat outside.

"Starving."

He smiles as he nods to the refrigerator. "Went to the grocery store after work and got some Guinness, wanna drink some and eat dinner?"

I nodded, never one to truly turn it down, crossing the kitchen to pull two of them out and getting two glasses from the cabinet to pour them in.

"Figured we could unpack a couple more boxes after? There's not much left but then if we get them unpacked we would have it all ready for the trash pick up you scheduled."

"Oh, yeah! Perfect." Handing him the drink, I tell him I'll be right back as I head down the hall to our bedroom to change into some comfy clothes.

Shimmying out of my work clothes and pulling on a pair of leggings and an old shirt of Niall's, I instantly feel relaxed as I slide on a pair of fuzzy socks before returning back to the kitchen.

"Guess what I got today?" I smile as I hop on the counter next to him, taking a long drink from my glass.

"A million dollars?" His answer makes me roll my eyes as I hold my left hand out to him, showing both the rings that sit on my ring finger. "My wedding band finally got sized."

I watch as Niall's eyes glimmer as he looks at them before looking at me, leaning in to place a kiss to my lips — one, two, three, four different times.

"I love it, Mrs. Horan."

Yep.

We finally decided to do the damn thing about six months ago.

It was a Saturday when I woke up and rolled over onto Niall's chest and told him that I wanted to get married. Of course he knew that I wanted to get married, but I wanted to get married married

When we first got engaged I thought that planning a big fun wedding would be what filled my every being, but the more people hounded both Niall and me about it, the less fun it became and the more anxiety the both of us felt.

It was something that we decided in therapy together to just get married when we wanted to get married — not when everyone wanted us to get married. To be honest, we both knew we were it for each other and just being together was enough for us.

That day that I rolled over and said it to him though, I swear I've never seen him look happier. I asked him what he wanted and where he wanted to get married and let him pick the small garden that was in our favorite park by our house — yes — our house.