Can I Go Where You Go? - Pablo Gavi

The Honeymoon

After our reception Gavi leads me outside where we're met with another limo. We get inside and he refuses to tell me anything about it aside from the fact that it's bringing us to our honeymoon destination. Still that doesn't give me much to go off of since we could be driving for a while or even heading to the airport.

Gavi gave me full control over all the wedding planning, most of which I had a ton of help from Alana---who was super excited---his sister and Mikky, the latter two having both gotten married already and have gone through the process of planning a wedding. In return he made me give him all the control over the honeymoon, including where we'll be going. All I know is we're going somewhere alone for two weeks.

I know he meant for it to be calming and a surprise, but I hate surprises. Well, not really, I hate surprises when they're not actually a surprise. If you're expecting or anticipating something, it's not a surprise. When it comes completely out of the blue, that's a surprise. Gavi's good at real surprises, like the proposal. I was not excepting that.

In the back of the limo we hold hands and talk about our day. We take turns telling each other about our favorite parts and laughing about the things that didn't quite go as planned.

"You did good though," I assure him as we giggle about our first dance. Knowing Gavi is not the best dancer we made it simple, a few steps and some swaying.

"I stepped on your foot," he argues, squeezing my hand.

I squeeze his hand back. "I've got tough feet."

He ducks his head, shaking it a bit.

"At least nobody noticed!" I point out. My dress was definitely big enough and we recovered quickly.

He looks up at me before kissing my jaw. When he pulls back he says, "Well at least we all knew dancing is not one of my skills."

I chuckle a bit, lifting my hand to his face and cupping his jaw. "It is definitely not."

His smile turns into a smirk as he leans in. "But I have many other skills."

I playfully push him away, rolling my eyes. "How long until we get there?" I ask him, tapping my foot a few quick times.

He shakes his head. "I can't tell you."

"Please," I beg, "give me an estimate. Are we driving? Are we flying?"

Reluctantly he answers, "Driving."

My shoulders relax a little. As much as flying somewhere would we nice I'm so glad to not have to get on a plane right now. "How far?"

"I can't tell you that!" he exclaims.

"Why not?"

"I already gave you an estimate!"

"So?"

"So, if I tell you anymore then it will give it away!"

"I want it to be given away!"

He shakes his head and looks out his window. "It's a surprise."

I pout. "You know how much I hate surprises."

He looks back at me, registering my expression and tilts his head. After a second he sighs, moving the fabric of my short afterparty dress out of the way and places a hand on my bare thigh. Through the dark he looks me in the eyes. "Sit tight mi Princesa, we're almost there."

I smile bright from him giving in to me. "Yay! I cannot wait."

He leans in to whisper in my ear, "Can't wait for what?"

My breath hitches at the deepness of his voice. "To know where we're going," I reply in a small voice. That's not all I can't wait for.

With his head nearly resting on my shoulder he looks up at me. "That's it?"