Cherry | K.TH

chapter fifty two

t a e t a e
2 years later

I noticed my whole arm was wrapped around her waist when I first woke up. My head on her thigh and she was already awake. I stare at the window to let my eyes adjust to the light. Letting go of her, I turn around to check the time on the heart shaped alarm clock.

It was early for me, but probably not for her. It was nine o'clock on a beautiful Friday morning. I turn back around to my initial position and I suddenly remembered what day is today.

Today was the day that she was going to try out the wedding dresses and get our rings. Y/n insisted that we get matching rings and not expensive ones. She said she rather spend it on our wedding day. Which I totally agree.

"That looks good," I murmured as I pointed on the design that was on her laptop.

I heard her laugh, clicking on it. She zooms on it and then I felt her looking down on me. "It looks like the one you gave me two months ago."

Groaning as I hear her laugh even more, I sit up and stretch my arms and my neck. "Don't bring that up, I was drunk and I wanted to propose to you. So please think about the effort and not how stupid it looked."

"Mm sure, I still have it with me, I liked how stupid your ring looked," She says slowly, as if she was waiting for me to give her a reaction.

Looking back, I shut the cover of the laptop and put it on the nightstand. I hover over her, pressing a hand on the pillow and the other on shoulder to push her down on the mattress. She smiles teasingly, wrapping her arms around my shoulder. She tried to pull me in for a kiss but I quickly put my hand in between.

"Morning breath," I whispered, almost cupping my mouth with my hand.

Rolling her eyes, she leans in to kiss my hand instead. A good alternative I should say. But not as good as her lips.

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Before the curtains even opens, I heard her scream her denial. Not literally screaming but for me I could hear it in my head, I knew she wanted to scream but for the sake of the workers she lowered her voice.

It's been almost an hour and she still isn't showing me anything. The time to prepare and everything took some time, and now she's throwing a tantrum for about fifteen minutes whether the worker should open the curtains to show me or not.

She's been cutting sugar for a while now. Her dress should be looking stunning, she should be looking breathtaking. I don't know why she doesn't even want to show me.

"The dress is not fitting you?" I asked gently, mentally praying that it wasn't that.

"No, it's not that, I'm just having second thoughts," She laughs nervously. "Okay, I'm ready."

The curtains finally opens and I swear I never seen so much white in one place in my whole life. I push myself off the seat to have a closer look of her. She stands still nervously, hand over the other hand, just like a doll.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, just add some wings and you'd look like an angel," I said in awe. Standing right in front of her, I just admire how beautiful she looked. I couldn't figure out what is the problem. "Why were agitated a minute ago? I mean, the past fifteen minutes."

She hugs her shoulders, facing away from me to look at the mirror again. Her hands rubbed her forearm in a slow way, still agitated as before. "My arms are a bit chubby, it just looks different from what I've imagined."

I take a step further to force her to look at me. She wasn't crying or anything, just clearly upset. "You look beautiful and I don't know what more to say. You're just forcing yourself to look perfect and I don't like perfect, if not you're going to look sick on the wedding day. We don't want that, right?"

"Right, but still—"

"There's nothing else for you to add. You look more lively when parts of your body are rounder. I don't want you to look like a sick plastic doll. And your diet ends today, you did enough, okay? The dress is perfect, you're perfect. Now it's just to plan the food and the guests."

She smiles, nodding. Leaning in, she balances herself with the help of my shoulder and gently pressed her lips on mine. I put my arm on her forearm and squeezed it softly. I have to make her eat a lot after the wedding day.

"You like the dress?" She whispered, eyeing her dress and at me.

"I love it, we should keep it too."

"What? No, it's too expensive, we could get the money back and invest on something else."

"We might have a daughter and she might as well wear yours," I said, genuinely thinking about keeping it. "Future kids tend to like past generations's styles. And this dress is top notch."

"We could have a son, what guarantees we'll have a daughter," She muttered, crossing her arms. I smiled, knowing she was blushing at this moment.

"Who said we're getting just one kid?"

She gasps, hitting my chest playfully. I laugh, trying to back away but she unexpectedly grasped my collar. She continued her play until she hugs me out of nowhere.

"I'm going to be a spoiled brat because of you," She chuckles, patting my back.

"My brat, my best friend, my wife and my choices. I decide whether you get spoiled or not, and you deserve every single thing in this world."